Chapter 510
Chapter 510
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 510
Chapter Title: Cooperative Relations (3)
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Suddenly, the hit list vanished.
Discovering this anomaly, Amelia immediately sought out the Ivory Tower.
This hit list had been obtained in exchange for Si-woo's complete recovery.
In other words, if the Kether Duke had whimsically erased its contents, Amelia bore the duty to ascertain the nature of that whim.
Yet no such anomaly existed.
The Ivory Tower, which admitted no one without the Kether Duke's permission, stood firmly closed—even to Amelia.
She returned home uneasy, with nothing to show for it.
She had planned to discuss the matter with Si-woo, but...
Si-woo had left only a note on the counter saying he was heading to the Jemernai Count's residence and hadn't returned even after a full night had passed.
Under normal circumstances, it would have been merely disappointing.
But the bizarre phenomenon afflicting the hit list spurred the anxious Amelia into action.
In the end, she went to find Count Albireo in search of Si-woo.
"Si-woo, you say?"
"Yes. He left a note saying he'd stop by the Jemernai mansion, but he hasn't come back even after nightfall."
Albireo, savoring a leisurely morning tea after breakfast, tilted her head quizzically.
If Si-woo had come to see the twins, he surely would have paid his respects to her as well.
After all, she had spent the previous night sleepless in her lab, immersed in research.
"He didn't visit yesterday... Perhaps he took a different route midway?"
Albireo replied nonchalantly.
With so many women in his orbit, a slightly indelicate guess might suggest he'd met Sharon en route to the twins and gone off elsewhere.
"I'm afraid I don't know. Your paths may have simply crossed; perhaps you should head back and check?"
"Understood. Thank you for your time."
Anywhere else might be different, but this was Gehenna.
There was no reason to suspect any sudden misfortune had befallen Si-woo, yet Amelia couldn't shake her growing unease.
Albireo showed no signs of concealment, however, so Amelia withdrew, intending to ask Sophia to track him down.
Sophia was unmatched when it came to finding people.
"Ha...!"
A peculiar sigh escaped Albireo from behind the departing Amelia.
Amelia turned back.
"Is there something you'd like to say?"
Albireo hurriedly waved her hands in denial.
Amelia could only grow more puzzled at the sight.
Her face was flushed bright red.
Her knees, concealed beneath an elegant dress, were pressed tightly together, her upper body slightly hunched.
Her twitching eyebrows betrayed her every attempt to mask her expression.
"N-no, nothing. Just a tickle in my throat... It's fine."
No cough had accompanied the supposed tickle, but Amelia had no intention of pressing the issue.
"...Very well, then."
Albireo stared fixedly at Amelia's retreating figure before scurrying with quick steps into a nearby empty room.
The source of her strange moan was, without exception, Deneb.
She was proving remarkably vigorous this morning.
"Deneb... honestly..."
This farce, born of her sensory linkage with Deneb, was fast surpassing the realm of mere happenstance.
A few weeks prior, it had still been tolerable.
The resonating sensations were there, but dulled significantly compared to the original.
Was it Deneb's diligent self-improvement?
Or had the repeated stimulations strengthened the linkage itself?
Either way, the pleasure forcibly relayed from Deneb felt scarcely different from what she herself experienced.
What had once been akin to a lukewarm shower now clung to her body like sticky, scorching tar.
When Deneb reached orgasm, even Albireo found herself forced to stifle her own moans.
"Ugh... ugh..."
Fortune amid misfortune, Deneb's "happy time" hadn't dragged on today.
Albireo pondered whether it was finally time to come clean.
"If only I'd spoken up from the start..."
She never imagined her reluctance to broach such an awkward topic would boomerang like this.
Sighing deeply, she headed off to finish her now-cold tea—only to feel a chill run down her spine.
-Squeeze, squeeze.
Between Albireo's legs.
A virgin territory Deneb had never once touched.
More precisely, a subtle pleasure emanating from a woman's most precious place.
A perfectly normal orifice for masturbation or intercourse, to be sure.
Yet for Albireo, whose experience was confined to the rear, it was an utterly bewildering prospect.
"Eh? De-Deneb? Not there—not there!"
A heavy sensation pressed steadily deeper into her abdomen.
She knew her voice wouldn't carry, yet the unprecedented foreign intrusion made her shudder all the same.
Had her little sister's curiosity finally evolved to this point?
Feeling curiosity and acting on it was the mark of a true witch—but sharing the consequences? That she could do without.
She could endure no longer.
Today, she would confess.
Today for real, she would reveal the full truth to Deneb.
But what arrived unexpectedly was no pleasure.
"Eut...!"
It was an insertion bordering on pain rather than bliss; Albireo staggered momentarily.
The linkage had advanced to this degree already.
"Huh...?"
Then realization dawned.
This stimulus was far too thick to be a finger.
It resembled the push of something girthier.
"N-no way..."
The puzzle pieces clicked into place in Albireo's mind.
Si-woo, en route to the Jemernai mansion, hadn't returned overnight.
And Deneb had skipped breakfast this morning.
The most plausible conclusion followed.
What if Deneb had spent the night with Si-woo?
More specifically, what if Deneb, unable to forget her torrid "verification" with her son-in-law, had at last surrendered her other virginity to him?
Checking Deneb's location via their stigma, Albireo uncovered one more piece of evidence.
The excessively high-performance pleasure linkage was functioning normally—no peril to her safety.
But Deneb's position remained undetectable.
Two possibilities presented themselves.
First: Deneb had deliberately concealed her location.
The old Deneb had once hidden her position this way and run off after a fierce quarrel with Albireo.
Second: Deneb had ventured into the present world.
The latter was improbable, however.
Not in these chaotic times would she go without a word to Albireo.
"......"
Albireo was at a loss for words.
A clandestine tryst between little mother-in-law and son-in-law...
It filled her with disappointment toward Deneb and outright murderous intent toward Si-woo—a scandalous affair.
The sensation paused briefly, only to deepen once more; Albireo clutched her dizzying head and queasy stomach, reduced to groaning in place.
About five minutes passed that way?
"Huu... huu..."
Like a newborn fawn, she staggered forward, bracing herself against a table and sofa.
Then came an intense pleasure unlike anything she'd known.
Incomparable to the sensations relayed through their link, which always paled against the source.
Thanks to Deneb, Albireo had endured weeks of neglect without release.
Seeking self-relief risked alerting Deneb—and above all, her refined sensibilities rejected such acts outright.
Thus, lust piled up like powder in a keg until this massive detonation.
-Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
"Haaaang!!!! Aaaang... aaaang...!"
Her panties soaked through in an instant.
Her inner walls clenched wildly, virtually wringing out a flood of slick nectar.
The volume far exceeded her undergarments' capacity, trickling down to her clamped knees; her trembling legs finally gave out.
"Haa... haa..."
For Albireo, who had devoted herself solely to magical research, this was her first true orgasm.
It was ecstatic, vision flashing white, mind going blissfully blank in its ferocity.
Yet she swiftly regained her composure.
"Deneb... what in the world are you thinking..."
In a voice thick with tears, Albireo muttered resentments her sister would never hear.
She had never dreamed Deneb capable of such irresponsibility—finally offering her body to Si-woo.
How did she plan to face her darlings after committing such an outrage?
No.
This was entirely Shin Si-woo's fault.
"Shin Si-woo... you wretched son-in-law. Can't even set her straight, instead egging her on? Haa..."
Not content with philandering among those around him, now he'd claimed the little mother-in-law front and back.
Deneb might have lived long, but her grasp of relations was no more advanced than the twins'.
To toy with such an innocent soul was an outrage against heaven and earth.
"Just you wait..."
Albireo vowed that upon his return, she would punish him properly—until tears and snot flowed freely.