Chapter 509
Chapter 509
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 509
Chapter Title: Cooperative Relationship (2)
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There were three rooms on the second floor of the church.
One was the bishop's room where they'd been talking until moments ago, and the other two were slightly more rundown empty ones.
Deneb's proposal was refreshingly straightforward.
She'd prep in the room from earlier, while Si-woo handled his own warm-up in one of the shabbier ones.
Once they were both ready, he'd head to her room for the charging.
It wasn't about splitting them by room quality so much as handling things out of sight from each other—that was Deneb's plan.
She'd even added, "This way, it'll feel cleaner for you too, right, Si-woo?"
His reaction to that?
"What am I, a honeybee...?"
Just a touch of awkwardness and bewilderment.
She wasn't wrong, though.
Going solo through multiple crises carried too much risk.
As Deneb had pointed out, if Si-woo tapped out, she'd be left handling the rest alone—or worse, dragging his dead weight while fending off the threat.
So this was the clear-cut answer...
"Forget it. No point overthinking."
He shook his head to clear the distractions.
This wasn't the time to nitpick.
Time was short, as she'd said, and half-measures wouldn't cut it against a monster like the Kraken.
His task was set: grit his teeth, dive in, and get it done.
Si-woo quietly slipped off his pants.
Meanwhile, Deneb had spread her cloak over the stiff bed for some comfort.
The nightgown was thin on defense anyway, so flipping it up and ditching her panties was prep enough.
Then she climbed on, curling up sideways like a baby, fiddling with her fingers.
"Mm... mmph..."
No scented oil for lube this time, but it wasn't a big deal.
She gathered ambient moisture with mana, forming a thick, viscous fluid.
Basic spellwork any witch could manage, no alchemy expertise needed.
Deneb slathered her fingers generously and slid her hand back as usual.
Sex wasn't just the man's prep job.
Especially for a first time—smooth entry needed her body's arousal and lubrication too.
She knew that, so she was stoking her own excitement.
"Ngh... haah... haah..."
Her slender fingers, slick with moisture, delved into the winding path.
Deneb's brow furrowed as a hot sigh escaped her.
But it felt a bit off from her norm.
Of course it did.
This wasn't a normal situation.
Si-woo was next door in a room with crap soundproofing.
And soon, he'd come lumbering in with that huge thing swinging, shoving it in her front just like he had her backdoor.
"Mm... mm..."
His fearful bluster was endearing, his sincerity shone through—and that made picking "sex" as an option way easier.
She'd piled on excuses, but was it her body heating up? As time ticked by, the reality sharpened into focus.
Si-woo was about to claim her first time.
He'd pin her thrashing on the bed, crush her with that muscled frame like he had her ass, and cum hot and deep.
She'd feel his pounding heartbeat against her back, his ragged breaths in her ear.
"Ahh..."
The thought hit, and Deneb shook her head sharply.
"W-what am I even thinking...!"
They said the body could override the mind?
She whipped her head side to side, reining in her foggy thoughts.
"This is just charging. Nothing personal about it."
It'd be quick and simple, really.
In, thrust, charge, out. Done.
No room for last night's intense workout or pleasure.
Shaking her head vigorously, Deneb dove back into her self-prep.
As her fingers caressed the petals, the tightly closed bud grew slick, her quickened breaths tousling her messy bangs.
"Ha... ah... ah..."
First times hurt, right? Would it really?
More than that, baring it all in front of him—how would she handle the shame?
Lost in such thoughts as she warmed up, a knock sounded.
—Knock knock
"Can I come in?"
"C-come in."
The creaky old wooden door started to swing open, shame surging anew.
Deneb bolted up and blocked it.
"Si-woo! W-wait a sec! Just a moment!"
"Yes?"
"Hold on. I'm not quite ready yet."
"Should I come back?"
"No, no... just wait."
Why the sudden shyness now?
Before, she'd stripped him bare, toyed with his dick like it was nothing, flashed her naked body without a blush.
Now her heart was pounding like mad.
She had no clue why.
2.
Si-woo stood there, pants off, feeling exposed.
Lately, it seemed like he kept stumbling into weirder and weirder sex.
He sighed.
Sure, as a guy, he didn't always mind the kinky stuff.
But these bizarre sessions thrust upon him without choice? Pass.
"Come in, Si-woo."
Moments later.
Deneb opened the door, cheeks faintly flushed like she was welcoming a secret lover, eyes dewy and wet.
She'd wrapped her cloak tight around her body.
"...Can't just flash my goods carelessly, you know."
'I've been waiting here bottomless this whole time...' The complaint died in his throat.
Unlike last night's casual vibe, she was blushing way more than expected.
As he stepped in and shut the door, he caught her stealing glances at his cock.
The room carried a faint, sweet feminine scent that stirred his chest.
"...Alright, then. Ready?"
Appreciating her effort to steady his nerves, but there was an issue.
"No, actually... I might need a bit more time."
She'd said just a moment, but it dragged on.
Even with occasional strokes to keep it edged, his dick had gone cold.
"Pardon?"
"W-well... it lost steam waiting outside."
"Lost... steam?"
Her big eyes blinked in confusion, pure innocence that made explaining the mechanics awkward as hell.
Si-woo clammed up instead.
But this concerned her too.
"That's one thing, but there's something you should know, Deneb."
"Tell me."
There was a reason it hadn't bounced back despite the wait.
"After insertion, we should give it time to adjust—even without moving much."
"What?"
Seeing her eyes narrow suspiciously, he hurriedly elaborated.
"From experience... first times usually hurt a lot. For charging, we need to go deep right away, but slamming in cold could make it really painful for you."
"Sounds like you've handled plenty of first-timers, Si-woo."
The curveball hit out of nowhere, her petite mother-in-law gaze icing over fast.
He was screwed.
Come to think of it, that phrasing was a landmine.
"N-no, that's not... I mean..."
The embarrassment had even his dick drooping.
He'd meant it with her in mind—never thought it'd snag there.
"Got it for now."
"I'll head back, reheat, and return. Sorry."
"No need. Stay here."
As he turned to go, Deneb tugged his clothes gently.
Her lips pursed inward briefly before she spoke softly.
Not the chilly tone from before, but one brimming with maternal warmth.
"So basically, insert and wait like last time until my body adjusts?"
"Yes. But if you're not comfortable..."
"You were scared but powered through to the end anyway."
Deneb sat on the bed, gaze dropping as she nibbled her pouty lip.
"...So a little movement's fine."
"......"
Now he knew where those twins got their talent for riling dicks.
Next door, jerking off, he'd been maxing mind control.
But her not-quite-coquettish charm hit like a truck—throat bobbed with a hard swallow.
"I'll be lying down. Lift and slide in. You get it, right, Si-woo?"
Deneb curled fetal with knees hugged, draping the cloak over her lower half.
"Then, if you'll excuse me."
Si-woo swallowed hard and carefully lifted the cloak.
Velvety smooth thighs plump like king crab meat, a cushy-looking ass—all revealed.
No scrap of fabric under the shadow.
Already sealed tight, legs squeezed together left no gap, just swollen, plump labia.
A sight lewd enough to revive the deadest dick.
His gulp echoed loud.
Cautiously, he aimed.
Hot glans brushed slick, thick petals—Deneb twitched.
"Can I...?"
"...Don't ask every time."
Face beet red, she turned away, granting entry.