Chapter 514
Chapter 514
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 514
Chapter Title: Disappearance
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1.
Eight days and nights had passed.
Considering the aquarium's daily cycle lasted only eight hours, that equated to about three days in the outside world.
The fact that Si-woo and Deneb still hadn't escaped meant they couldn't one-shot the Kraken after all.
On top of that, today marked the ninth round of their honeybee sex with Deneb.
To sum up their routine, it was simple.
The moment daytime hit, he'd recharge mana into her depleted body.
For the rest of the time, Deneb scribbled away with her pen, researching more efficient one-strikes.
At night, Deneb would unleash her blow on the Kraken.
End of story.
It felt like grinding an endless raid loop where failure loomed if you didn't clear it before the timer expired.
In this case, the coin drop would be a creampie, huh.
In truth, Deneb's magic had already grown incomparably stronger than at the start.
The problem was that around the fifth night, the raid boss Kraken stopped emerging from the water entirely.
At first, it had lunged at them like it wanted to devour them alive, but now it seemed to have realized Si-woo and Deneb were no longer prey.
Neither Deneb nor Si-woo had any clever solutions.
The thick seawater acted as a perfect buffer, filtering her magic, while the Kraken—boasting even greater regenerative powers underwater—brushed off her attacks without much trouble.
"Haa..."
Si-woo fiddled with himself alone, pants off.
He hadn't let it show to Deneb, but he was starting to worry about the people waiting outside.
Amelia, the twins, Sharon—and maybe even his master, if she'd returned—were surely fretting.
Leaving just a single note and vanishing for three days? Emergency protocols had probably kicked in.
But that wasn't the only issue.
The mana recharge itself posed no problems.
His special tool handled the charging without side effects, and they'd adapted to this bizarre sex, so up to now, their sessions had been short and monotonous.
A little over a minute at most.
Si-woo could cum inside Deneb almost the instant he thrust in, and she'd grown adept at timing it perfectly.
But he could feel his desires growing harder to contain by the day.
He hadn't unconsciously grabbed her breasts like last time, but having to pull out right after ejaculating was becoming a real ordeal.
He figured it was because he'd inhaled too much of her scent during all this.
His body was steadily accumulating that exploitative craving and itching to vent it.
A one-minute quickie was too short to quell the near-maddening lust.
Even instant curry took three minutes to cook.
No matter how good cumming felt, wasn't the essence of sex all about the motion?
Deneb seemed content, reaching climax from the recharge without any pent-up frustration, but Si-woo felt his impulse control slipping deeper with each passing day.
"Please let us catch it today..."
All he could do was clasp his hands and pray for a successful subjugation this time.
2.
Meanwhile, Deneb in the next room let out a sigh as she comforted herself.
-Squelch, squelch, squelch
"Haaah..."
The desert fox from The Little Prince had said:
"If you come at four in the afternoon, I'll begin to be happy from three."
With their an unspoken rule that sex happened during daytime, about an hour after it began, Deneb's body started heating up the moment dawn broke.
It got wet enough for insertion without even needing to masturbate.
So her fingering herself until those wet squelching sounds filled the air was purely to soothe an unquenched thirst.
The first time had hurt the most.
It was her first experience, after all, and Si-woo's massive tool had left her lower body throbbing and sore, even her waist aching afterward.
The second time felt better than the first.
Still adapting to this odd sex, Si-woo had moved inside her a few times before ejaculating.
After the trial-and-error of the third and fourth rounds,
they'd reached the realm where fusion led straight to climax.
And at some point, Deneb began feeling a "lack."
The mana recharge felt incredible.
The kind of ecstasy that made her whole body shudder in orgasm.
Up through the fourth time, she could've claimed full satisfaction there.
She'd been left gasping in pleasure, barely able to get up for a while.
"Nngh..."
But she'd sensed an ominous sign during the fifth recharge.
Some deformed urge had stirred.
Even after climaxing from the charge, a hollow emptiness lingered, like something was missing.
When the spasms faded, his tool slipped out of her belly, they exchanged some vague words, and she hastily turned away— that's when an inexplicable resentment hit her.
Like she'd been discarded...
Of course, there was no time for that, and she knew Si-woo was being considerate of her position.
Still, she rationalized it to herself.
This was a crisis where anything could happen.
Even a witch was human at her core.
Her stressed body was stimulating reproductive instincts, ramping up her libido.
It wasn't just idle fabrication.
She was anxious, too—playing it cool so Si-woo wouldn't worry alongside her.
What if they were trapped here forever?
What if the deep-sea witch suddenly intervened, unleashing something beyond them?
This kind of unease undeniably ebbed the moment their bare skin met.
Physical contact and orgasm triggered oxytocin release from the hypothalamus, bringing psychological comfort. Their encounters acting as a mild sedative was plain truth.
And considering oxytocin was the "love hormone" fostering affection toward the opposite sex—officially dubbed the "uterine contraction hormone"—it wasn't strange for her feelings toward Si-woo to twist into something ambiguous.
Yesterday, she'd nearly pulled him in by the nape right after he came and kissed him.
So from the sixth time onward, when Si-woo—finished masturbating right up to the brink—opened the door, she caught herself subconsciously anticipating it.
A tiny inner voice, so faint you had to strain to hear it.
Whispers like: "Will he fail to hold back today and move a bit more?" "Maybe, like when he grabbed my breasts on impulse, he won't resist temptation and pounce?" Vulgar murmurs.
"I'm coming in."
Hearing Si-woo's voice, Deneb hurriedly stopped masturbating.
He entered without knocking and leaped straight between her legs on the bed.
This moment—when her anticipation swelled most, her heart pounding hardest.
Without a word, Si-woo gripped his tool and lightly rubbed her ready lower entrance.
Taking off from near-ejaculation meant his actions were naturally swift.
Miss the timing, and he might have to go twice.
In that instant, Deneb thought of one thing.
Their longest union had been the first time.
She'd kept Si-woo waiting outside a long while, claiming she needed mental prep.
By then, he'd "subsided," and with her needing to adapt too, he'd moved inside several times.
So...
If she deliberately delayed his insertion, wouldn't he naturally thrust a bit more?
As the tip just barely entered, Deneb's cold sole—extended upward—lightly pushed against Si-woo's chest.
"Si-woo...! W-Wait a sec...!"
"Huh...!"
Pushed by her foot, Si-woo's body tilted, and his tool—which had only the front part inside—slid out.
The process stimulated it against her tightly gripping entrance, triggering ejaculation.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Kyaa...!"
An enormous load.
The heaving cannon's first target: Deneb's elegant face.
Caught off-guard by the semen baptism, she grimaced. By the time she scrambled to cover up, he'd successfully coated her lower belly too.
An unintended external ejaculation.
On her smooth abdomen, semen pooled in her deep navel like a mountain spring.
"Ngh..."
"S-Sorry!"
"...It's fine."
Her face made up with hot semen, Deneb's eyebrows twitched before she magicked it all clean.
Fortunately, no wrath came down.
"I'll head to the next room and redo it."
But now, recharging was inevitable.
As he moved to get up right there,
"......"
Deneb's hand suddenly shot down and gripped Si-woo's tool.
She then carefully guided the still-erect member inside herself.
Her hot pussy flesh stickily welcomed the post-ejaculation-sensitive shaft.
"Lady Deneb, this is...?"
Si-woo, blankly clueless to her intent.
Avoiding his gaze, her face flushed crimson, she murmured in a mosquito-like voice.
"Do it... masturbate..."
"To masturbate... I need to pull out first, though..."
Answering for her was Deneb's long legs gently wrapping his waist.
As if to keep him from escaping, they tugged him forward, aiding the insertion.
Watching her actions, even Si-woo—who'd harbored faint doubts—grasped her intention.
The little mother-in-law was saying:
Use her body to masturbate.