Chapter 513
Chapter 513
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 513
Chapter Title: Cooperative Relations (6)
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1.
The Kraken's escape into the sea didn't make it morning.
The sky was still dark, and every time the beast writhed in agony, small tidal waves surged up, crashing over the pier.
Meanwhile, the flying fish swarm, freed from their frenzy now that the pursuing apex predator was gone, leisurely glided through the air around them.
Siwoo scanned the ocean depths from near the pier.
But just staring wouldn't yield any clever ideas.
As Deneb had said, the moniker "Witch of the Deep Sea" wasn't for show—and judging by the Kraken's appearance alone, the pitch-black churning waters were its home turf.
For Siwoo, who had zero experience in naval combat, chasing after it to land another hit was far too risky.
Bringing Deneb over to cast another spell posed problems too.
First, there was no suitable spot for "recharging" amid the swarming flying fish.
Second, the magic didn't just consume mana.
Drawing out every last drop of mana strained the spirit circuits.
Mental energy, essential for large-scale calculations, was an invisible resource that needed replenishing too.
It was the same reason Siwoo couldn't spam amplification indefinitely despite being able to use it repeatedly—he couldn't cast magic without limits.
In the end, he could do nothing but pass the time protecting Deneb from the occasional flying fish that darted in.
As dawn broke and the city began to recover,
this time they used a nearby merchant's house as a rest spot instead of the chapel.
The bedding was luxurious, stuffed full of feathers, and the house wine was incomparably superior to the church's.
But Deneb's expression was far from bright as she perched on the rare decent bed.
It must have been complicated for her.
Her maximum-output spell, fueled by intercourse with Siwoo as a last resort, hadn't worked.
For the proud countess, that had to scratch her ego.
So he offered some casual consolation, pretending not to care much.
"That's a shame."
Truth be told, Siwoo felt a bit down too.
At this point, additional mana charging was unavoidable.
Honestly, his male instincts were cheering, but thinking of his lovers—especially the twins—back home, anxiously awaiting his sudden disappearance, filled him with shame.
"Siwoo, I need some time alone to think."
"Pardon?"
"Could you step out for a bit?"
"Of course. I'll rest in the next room."
Once Siwoo had left, Deneb took a sip of wine.
She clutched her feverish forehead, as if after an all-nighter of research, and let out another sigh.
"Haa..."
She had unleashed her strongest attack, pouring every ounce of mana into it.
If there was an unexpected twist, it was that the monster survived it and fled straight to the sea.
Considering the Kraken's regenerative powers, three hours at night plus four during the day was ample time to heal all wounds.
She'd even resorted to the extreme of sleeping with Siwoo, yet failed to hunt the Kraken—they were back to square one.
The Kraken's escape and regeneration abilities.
But the more critical issue overriding those was Deneb's lack of firepower.
If she could have killed it in one blow, escape and regen wouldn't have mattered.
"If only Sis were here..."
Today's battle had made Deneb keenly feel Albireo's absence.
Deneb had never deployed magic on this scale alone.
It was natural, given the Jemernai twins' trait of functioning as one.
So the remaining path was for Deneb to get used to unleashing large-scale magic solo.
In other words, extracting more firepower from the same mana more efficiently—that was the only way forward.
It would require trial and error, making relations with Siwoo for recharging inevitable.
She had no idea how many more times she'd have to commit such depraved acts.
Deneb's brows twitched.
She rose and knocked on the door to the next room where Siwoo waited.
"Yes, Lady Deneb."
The prompt reply came.
Deneb sighed and said,
"Like last night... get ready."
2.
After dinner, in the Jemernai countess's study.
The twins were once again wrestling with the homework bomb Sharon had assigned.
A thick grimoire lay open on the table, splitting Odil and Odet like the Berlin Wall.
Then, Odet's tiny face popped up from behind the anti-cheating book stack.
"Sis, Sis."
"What, Odet? I'm not telling you. Do it yourself. Remember this was our bet?"
Odil swiftly covered the homework with her arms, blocking her sister's cheating.
But Odet wasn't focused on Odil's report, written in her bubbly handwriting.
"Ugh, no, listen, Sis."
"What is it?"
"Don't you think Master has been... a bit off lately?"
"Huh?"
Siwoo had wondered if something serious prompted the sudden chat, but it was just idle talk.
Odil tilted her head, set aside her homework, and cleared the book between them.
Her sister, who'd been with her without fail since birth.
Just hearing Odet's slightly excited tone promised gossip far more thrilling than homework.
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I said."
The twins' master meant Albireo, not little master, when they said "Master."
"So spill it!"
Odil rattled the table in frustration.
Odet spoke cautiously, as if revealing a grave secret.
"I think Master's hit puberty."
"...What?"
Odil was dumbfounded.
Puberty? Suddenly?
What nonsense was this, like thunder in a clear sky?
"More precisely, I think she has a crush."
"What????"
Whether big master or little, both were strait-laced witches who never glanced at sex.
Master had a crush?
Absurd and ridiculous—but that made it all the more intriguing.
"What do you mean?"
"Listen. Haven't you noticed anything weird lately, Sis?"
Odil cocked her head at Odet's exasperated attitude.
She'd seen master at breakfast and dinner, but nothing seemed off.
Master was Odil's ideal witch: cool and respectable.
But Odet's instincts were sharp.
Hadn't she sniffed out every secret date with Assistant like a hawk?
After a moment's thought, Odil grabbed Odet's wrist and sat side-by-side on the sofa.
"Actually, about a week ago, I went to big Master's room alone 'cause I suddenly had something to ask?"
"By yourself?"
"Yeah, and then I heard weird noises."
"Weird noises?"
"Sis, I'm not sure if I should say... It concerns Master's dignity..."
Odet lowered her voice like she was telling a ghost story.
But she hesitated at the crucial part.
"Odet, don't worry. I won't freak out no matter what. So just tell me quick!"
"...I heard sounds."
"Sounds?"
"Naughty sounds."
Odil's eyes widened.
No way...
"You mean s-sex...?"
"No, Sis. Not that intense."
If so, there'd have been lewd flesh-slapping, unrestrainable moans, or heavy panting.
But what Odet heard was,
"Muffled moans? No. That nasal hum when you're excited."
"You mean... Master was comforting herself?"
"Yeah, probably."
Odet nodded readily, and Odil pondered.
The mansion was big, but they were family living together.
Just as the twins' escapades pinged the masters' radar, the reverse could happen too.
Still, gentle and elegant master masturbating was quite the shock.
"And lately, if you watch close, she spaces out sometimes, blushes suddenly and leaves, sighs deeply now and then."
"That's just business stuff. Master's always busy."
"No, Sis, it's different. Not like regular worries."
"Hmm... Now that you mention it, maybe?"
With Odet's testimony mixing Odil's overlooked signs, reasonable deduction began.
Indeed, big master often blushed mid-tea and excused herself lately, even ignoring meals.
But so what?
"Odet, even master can have those moments. And sex isn't bad—it's lovely and precious. We're apprentices who've climbed adult stairs with Assistant too."
"True..."
"Master's time has come. We just understand without making a fuss."
Viewing pure romance, Odil was far more mature than master.
She gently reassured her shocked or surprised sister.
It turned into a parents' meeting upon learning their son's first wank.
But Odet wasn't fully convinced despite Odil's comfort.
One thing nagged her.
"But Sis, who do you think the partner is?"
"Odet, masturbation doesn't mean she has a crush—that's a leap."
"But after over a century without, sudden change suggests someone, right?"
Silence fell between them.
"......"
"......"
Coincidentally, both pictured the same person.
"Nah, no way."
"Yeah, couldn't be."
Odil and Odet exchanged glances and chuckled.
"No way something that ridiculous happens."
"Right, right, Sis."
3.
At that moment, Albireo, finished with dinner and preparing magic research, lay writhing on her bed.
More precisely, her body felt good, but mentally she suffered—this bizarre state.
She hadn't wanted to know.
About the pleasure of man-woman relations, or how a son-in-law's thing felt.
Not in the slightest, not a single strand of hair's worth.
After brief caresses, she felt a thick, hot shaft burrowing inside.
"Ughhh..."
Morning after breakfast, now after dinner?
What stamina.
Plus, claiming first time done, no pain—just cloying pleasure filling her belly.
"Deneeeeb...!"
Forgive once as mistake, but twice onward wasn't error anymore.
She'd even tried reverse-tracing via stigma resonance, but it was thoroughly blocked—no location.
Under Deneb and Siwoo's agreement, a trashy soap opera family tree was forming—one that'd earn curses even there.
And live-streamed!
So despite knowing Amelia searched for vanished Siwoo with shop closed, Albireo couldn't utter a word.
How do you even say this?
Imagining Siwoo's return, kneeling: "Mother-in-law! Give me little mother-in-law too!"—her head spun.
"Uwaaaah! So annoying! Annoying! Hwaaaang!"
As ejaculation hit and forced orgasm shipped pleasure, soaking panties again.
Albireo let out a bizarre wail, unsure if irritation or moan.