Chapter 515
Chapter 515
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 515
Chapter Title: The Disappearance (2)
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Albireo had reached the point where even her daily life was becoming impossible.
It was all because of her younger sister and Shin Si-woo, who were screwing three times a day without fail.
In truth, the pleasure only transmitted to her at the moment of climax—or whenever Deneb felt intense ecstasy—so the actual duration was brief.
Moreover, unlike the sudden waves from when Deneb masturbated alone, these came predictably at set intervals, making it not all that hard to cope with.
And yet, Albireo had publicly announced a period of secluded training and barricaded herself in her room, overwhelmed by a neurotic exhaustion, because she had no idea how to process the relationship between those two.
Si-woo and Deneb were clearly son-in-law and mother-in-law. They weren't the type to be fucking each other.
Shin Si-woo was the lover of the twins, and he had a duty to stay faithful to her adorable little sisters.
Deneb went without saying.
Albireo had wanted to trust Deneb above all, even more than Si-woo, but after their encounters had repeated eight times, she was half-convinced it was some kind of conspiracy between them.
There were limits to love elopements.
For the previous-generation witch—who was no different from a mother to the twins—to throw herself into carnal lust with her son-in-law... even if it was her own sister, Albireo had reached the point where she could no longer forgive it.
She vowed to give them a thorough scolding the moment they returned.
"Ugh...!"
And right on schedule, the pleasure began to resonate.
Albireo lay down on her bed, resenting it even as she did.
It would only last a moment anyway—a mere taste.
She just had to endure it a little longer.
A moment later, she felt Si-woo's cock worming its way deep inside her.
As always, it was scorching hot, brutally thick, and enormous.
Only the pleasure resonated; her own insides didn't actually move in sync with his thrusts.
But Deneb and Albireo were identical twins—their inner structures were uncannily alike.
So every time his cock scraped against her sister's inner walls, Albireo felt the exact same pleasure in the exact same spot.
"Hm?"
Albireo had been biting her lip, steeling herself to stifle her moans, when she suddenly noticed the tickling sensation inside her had vanished.
Her orgasm hadn't even arrived yet.
-Squeeze.
His cock plunged back inside, dashing her hopes that they'd finally come to their senses.
Now it was really coming.
The climactic wave she couldn't hold back no matter how hard she tried.
Albireo gripped the bedsheets tight, bracing for the impact based on past experience.
But...
"Haat...!"
It didn't come.
Instead, a slow back-and-forth motion began filling her depths bit by bit.
"W-What...?"
Albireo was flustered.
For the past few days, the sex itself had brought virtually no pleasure.
The insertion sensation hit at the same time as climax, followed by eight hours of peace.
Feeling the actual movement like this was almost unprecedented, aside from the first two rounds.
It was a completely alien sensation for her.
"Ugh... Ugh...!"
Albireo wiggled her toes, trying to make sense of what was happening.
In fact, not all sensations between Albireo and Deneb were linked.
If they were, daily life would have been utterly impossible.
But because the Stigma was located in their wombs, sexual pleasure linked reliably under any conditions—a fact the orthodox Jemernai lineage had never realized across generations.
So Albireo was under something of a delusion.
She assumed that during their normal sex, only fragments of sensation resonated to her.
Or that Si-woo was some premature ejaculator.
But this time was different.
His cock was savoring her depths more deliberately than ever, scraping slowly.
Its heat, its rigid firmness—even its pulsing—transmitted vividly to Albireo.
"W-What...? Why is it like this...? Haaht...!"
Too late, Albireo clapped a hand over her crotch, but nothing would change.
The sensations flooding her now belonged to her sister Deneb, not her own body.
His cock leisurely explored every nook and cranny of her sex, utterly indifferent to Albireo's distress.
Albireo brushed away the goosebumps prickling across her skin as her breath came in choked gasps.
She had no idea what was about to happen, but her instincts screamed that this was different from anything before.
The direction of the pleasure shifted after a while.
More precisely, the pinpoint spot he was targeting changed.
"Ah...! Not there...!"
Albireo shuddered involuntarily.
That spot he'd just prodded.
It brought a higher dimension of pleasure, as if all her nerves were concentrated there.
And then.
"Haat...! Eurgh...! Hngh...!"
His attacks zeroed in on it like pinpoint gunfire.
The spot his glans relentlessly jabbed now was Deneb's weakness—and the identical weakness of her twin, the elder sister Albireo.
Sexual pleasure is summed up in a single word—"ecstasy" or "bliss"—but the sensations a woman's body can feel are infinitely varied.
The pleasure from nipple play differs from anal stimulation, from clit teasing, from G-spot prodding—each unique.
Orgasms are the same.
Depending on the buildup, the process, the spot, the overlaps—they paint a thousand colors of climax.
The pleasure Deneb and Albireo had felt until now? No heated foreplay, no languid thrusting sex.
For a man, it was like jerking off roughly with no lube and blowing your load.
Felt good enough in the moment, but left you hollow and dry afterward—a bland, monotonous hit.
But now, what was setting Albireo's entire body ablaze was entirely different.
It was sloppy.
Obsessive.
Relentlessly rubbing that one spot where even a light touch drew a deflating moan from her throat.
"Ah... Nng... Ah...! If you keep... rubbing...!"
Albireo's hips bucked like grass blades under fingertips.
Love juices dripped like dew from gathered petals onto the towel she'd laid out in advance.
Her breath quickened erratically; her nipples stiffened to points beneath her bra without a touch; her clit sprouted from its hood on its own.
And as the full piston strokes began.
-Splurt!
Her pussy walls, twitching in pre-orgasm spasms, clenched wildly.
Love juices gushed from the tight slit.
"Ah... Ah... Ah...!!!"
Like their prior romps had been mere child's play, his cock ravaged Albireo's inner walls in a savage dance.
Her trembling hips thrashed up and down like they were dancing a wild tango.
Her ragged breaths hitched; white sparks burst behind her squeezed-shut eyelids.
A blinding flash erupted between her temples, her uncontrollable cry of rapture echoing through the soundproofed room.
This was a different breed from the instant hits she'd known.
Like scraping crystallized honey from the bottom of a jar with a red-hot spoon.
A thick, sticky climax.
"Haaaaang...!!!!!"
Albireo whipped her head side to side, thrashing wildly.
She clutched the sheets, flung them aside, her toes curling and uncurling in frenzy.
"S-Stop...! Stop...!"
In the downpour of pleasure, Albireo instinctively clamped her thighs tight, covering her sopping pussy.
But her love juices seeped through her fingers without mercy, and even as the aftershocks lingered, Si-woo's cock jabbed the same spot mercilessly.
As if determined to wreck her utterly.
"Aah...! No...! J-Just...! Stop already...! Aang, aaang...!"
Her pussy, heedless of its owner's pleas, seemed to cry out, Why only now let me feel something this good? Gimme orgasm—and make the next one even harder!
The second orgasm crashed over her in seconds.
"Haaaang...! Aang! Ang! Ang! Ang!"
Albireo sang out in rhythm with her pussy's squeezing spasms.
Lying flat on her back, she could hold out no longer and curled into a ball.
Or rather, her body forced her into it.
She couldn't take anymore.
Her heart hammered like it was broken; her vision flashed and blurred, focus slipping away.
"N-No way...! Aaak...! Kyaaang...!"
But Si-woo didn't stop.
His massive cock struck the same pinpoint without a millimeter's error, effortlessly milking climaxes from Albireo's body like a vending machine.
"Stoooop! Just stop alreeeady! Why me toooo! Kyaaaaht...!"
This time, he shifted angles, glans slamming into her cervix with a thud.
Amid her multi-orgasmic frenzy of squirting, that alone nearly sent Albireo over the edge again.
"Haat...! Enough now...! Just stop...!"
Writhing in ecstasy, Albireo sensed something ominous.
"W-Wait... No... No...!"
From the pattern so far, whenever his glans kissed her cervix, it came with ejaculation sensations and a shattering orgasm.
Even without foreplay or thrusting—just hot cum flooding her womb—Albireo had nearly lost her mind.
If her defenseless pussy took a direct hit like this now, the result would be...
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
The sensation of semen filling her insides satisfyingly.
Vivid as if sketched on her palm, despite no actual penetration.
And about two seconds later.
-Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
"Kyaaaaaaaang!!!!"
Albireo became a single elegant fountain, squirting love juices with a dizzying scream.