Chapter 512
Chapter 512
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 512
Chapter Title: Chapter 512 - #108_협력성 관계(5)
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 512
Chapter Title: Cooperative Relationship (5)
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1.
"Haa... Uht... Haa... Haa..."
It took a full minute for Deneb, who had reached her climax, to regain enough composure to speak.
In the meantime, Si-woo panted just as heavily, savoring the soft spasms of her inner walls twitching around him.
In truth, he could have pulled out at any moment after ejaculating, but he chose not to.
Deneb's flesh, rippling sensually after the mana charge, was far too captivating to withdraw from.
It's the reason the first bite of fried chicken tastes the best.
The reason collapsing onto the sofa after a grueling overtime shift feels like the ultimate comfort.
All sensations dull with repetition.
The sharpness fades.
The pleasure of ejaculating after those sloppy pistons held Si-woo captive in a way that was entirely different.
Reason flickered back into Deneb's eyes, hazy from ecstasy and slick with sensuality.
"...Si-woo, now... let go of my breasts..."
"Ah, sorry. I didn't even realize..."
Deneb spoke in a mosquito-like whisper, unable to meet his gaze.
Only then did Si-woo notice that one of his hands was firmly gripping her breast.
He pulled out.
-Squelch...
"Hng..."
His petite mother-in-law's pussy even provided thorough aftercare.
The tight entrance scraped away the remnants of semen from his urethra with a trickle, while her fluttering labia clung to the sides of his shaft, cleaning it spotless.
White semen trickled from the slightly reddened slit.
He had climaxed once, but with Si-woo's near-infinite stamina, his cock throbbed defiantly, as if protesting that it still wasn't enough—smeared with her fluids, his seed, and a faint trace of blood.
Deneb drew her legs together and cleansed all the filth with magic.
Si-woo hurriedly dressed beside her, pulling on his pants and underwear.
They looked like male and female friends who had hooked up in a drunken haze, but the reality was far more immoral.
After all, no matter how anyone sliced it, they were mother-in-law and son-in-law.
"......"
What followed was a storm of awkwardness.
Deneb adjusted her underwear, draped her cloak over herself despite the sweltering heat, and kept running her hands through her hair as she sat on the bed.
Si-woo, parched, chugged the tasteless wine.
"Deneb-nim."
"What?"
The goal had been achieved.
But the crisis wasn't entirely over.
He couldn't just sit there in this cringe-worthy silence until nightfall, so Si-woo broke the ice first.
"Did the mana charge go well?"
"Yes! Perfectly!"
Yet the moment he spoke, Deneb, who had been shrinking timidly, snapped at him.
She began venting her grievances, looking wronged and somewhat tearful.
"The mana charge was flawless! Miraculously so! But Si-woo! If I'd known it'd be like this, you should have warned me more!"
To recap, Deneb lashed out when embarrassed or ashamed.
It had been vague before, but with enough data points, the pattern was clear.
In other words, his petite mother-in-law was extremely mortified right now.
"I did tell you."
"I didn't know it'd feel this good... no, this intense!"
She ruffled her hair furiously, as if ready to tear it out, grumbling all the while.
But that wasn't something Si-woo could control.
Even Deneb, mid-tantrum, realized this petty outburst only undermined her dignity, so she quieted down.
Scolding her further would just scream, 'It felt amazing!'
She swept her gaze up and down Si-woo and found her opening.
"...And the breast."
"Ah, that really was my fault. Sorry."
"We agreed only up to the charging. And maybe a little movement. Where on earth did you pick up such rude habits?"
Indeed.
In the heat of internal ejaculation, he'd grabbed her left breast without permission.
Si-woo had no defense for that.
"My breast isn't some handle! It's a precious part of a woman's body! Got it?!"
"On that point... I have nothing to say. Sorry."
Truth be told, she hadn't hated it in the moment.
If she had, she would have warned him sternly, no matter the circumstances.
Instead, the instant his firm hand seized her breast, her lower belly clenched with a shiver.
Her moral compass and pride as a witch—above all, as a woman—prevented her from admitting it.
"Still, this gives us a method now."
"Changing the subject? If you think I'd fall for that trick, you're mistaken. And besides...!"
Just as Deneb was about to unleash a tirade.
A massive bell tolled—good timing or bad, it was hard to say.
In the distance, the flapping of flying fish wings heralded the rapid fall of night.
"Deneb-nim, we should go."
"I know. Anyway, we'll talk after we leave. We need to settle that mistake properly."
Deneb and Si-woo faced the second night.
2.
The plan after mana charging had been set in advance.
No petty tricks—just Deneb at full power.
Last night's skirmish had proven she wasn't one to fall for sleight of hand.
The answer lay in landing a single, overwhelming blow that even her massive size and monstrous regeneration couldn't withstand.
In other words, Si-woo would hold off the flying fish while Deneb completed her grand ritual.
-KROOOOOOARRRR!!!!!
The Kraken emerged from the night sea in the distance, roaring as it ignored the flying fish and crawled forward with savage fury.
True to its octopus form, it was cunning.
It remembered yesterday's humiliation and pain.
Its body mottled with rage from the source of its agony—the slippery prey that had dodged every attack—it was thoroughly pissed.
Thunderous quakes toppled buildings and crumbled walls.
Amid the chaos, Deneb calmly closed her eyes and finished her chant.
Her most destructive solo spell was from the curse family.
Long before monotheistic faiths claiming a singular god took root, humanity across eras and regions worshipped diverse local deities.
But monotheism, born of arrogance and power, tolerated no "false gods" outside their doctrine.
They branded centuries-old ancient deities as heretics, persecuted them, and burned their statues and murals.
Deneb's melody recreated a myth lost even to transmission in the present age—a curse magic gathering the resentment and lamentations of those forgotten gods: 'March of the Forgotten Gods'.
"Trhith Attiriade Sorf Sajaek..."
⟨ March of the Forgotten Gods ⟩
-Squirm! Squirm!
Deneb's tones, unintelligible in any mortal tongue, remained a beautiful soprano.
Yet her aria carried unprecedented weight, solemnity, and loneliness.
Charcoal-smudged forms, washed away like rain on drawings, gathered at her feet in an army.
Looking closer, their hazy shapes emerged.
A deer with massive antlers, a carp with eight whiskers, a man with two heads, a serpent of white scales, a one-eyed woman, an eternally burning firebird...
Traces of ancient gods once worshipped by multitudes.
Sensing the threat, the Kraken accelerated.
Even with distance kept knowing its approach path, it was far faster than expected.
Si-woo flailed desperately, batting away endless flying fish.
"KROOOOOOARRR!!!"
A hunting tentacle whipped through the air, slashing down with building-shattering force.
"Deneb-nim!"
No time left.
Interrupt the spell and evade now, or never.
As Si-woo, at his limit, moved to scoop her up and flee.
"ElAT!!!!"
With Deneb's final note, the spectral legion burst forth.
The ancient gods shot upward like ascending smoke.
Frail compared to the Kraken's legs, they seemed destined to scatter harmlessly.
But.
-Fizzle...
The tentacle, impervious even to Si-woo's full might, frayed at the dark forms' touch—like decayed rope snapping.
Buried in endless oblivion akin to rotten soil, they held no memory or ego.
To share their sorrow.
To convey their torment.
They dragged touched life into the abyss on instinct alone.
Corrosion raced up the octopus's leg from the tip at horrifying speed.
Its mana-dispersing scales meant nothing before the curse.
"Kro! Krooo! KROOOOO!!!"
Corrosion spread in an instant; the Kraken thrashed like squid on a hot grill.
-Boom! Boom! Boom!
The port city crumbled in moments from its convulsions.
Flying fish plummeted like insects hit by pesticide, caught in the aftermath.
-KROOOOOOARRRR!!!!
Deneb had unleashed all her mana—her finest strike to date, she was certain.
Yet with half its legs gone, the rest shredded, and its body melting away, the Kraken rampaged madly.
"That thing's still alive?"
The spell had hit true.
Still, Deneb and Si-woo were forced to witness the monster's horrifying regeneration once more.
The beast healed the moment the magic waned.
Its head regenerated visibly, at eye-blurring speed.
"Deneb-nim, can you hold it off alone for a bit?"
This was the chance.
Charge before it recovered, and he might cleave the colossal beast.
Si-woo judged coolly and asked.
No matter the opportunity, if she lacked stamina, he'd stay by her side.
"...Yes, I saved enough to handle this trash fish. Go!"
Deneb nodded wearily.
But Si-woo and Deneb's plan crumbled before it began, undone by one move from the Kraken.
-Fwoooosh!!!!
The Kraken, bizarrely curled, suddenly levitated.
Unlike its previous sluggish crawl.
Like the flapping flying fish, like the piranhas from before.
As if buoyancy were child's play, it tucked and extended its legs, vanishing into the sea in a flash.
A swift escape leaving no room for pursuit.
Si-woo and Deneb could only stare blankly, like dogs chasing chickens only to watch them reach the roof.
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