Chapter 54
Chapter 54
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: Latifundium (3)
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As Odile had boasted with such confidence.
Like most of the food that passed the lips of witches in Gehenna, the wine she'd secretly stashed away was truly nectar of the gods.
They'd guzzled all the orange juice on the carriage ride over and forgotten the cups besides, so the three of them sat in a circle, passing the bottle around and chugging straight from it.
-Gulp gulp gulp-
Odile downed the wine with impressive gusto.
She set the bottle down and immediately her flushed red face wafted booze fumes everywhere.
"Haaah..."
He could tell the aroma and flavor were exquisite, but honestly, it was way too sweet for Siwoo's taste.
The first sip had him thinking it was grape juice, even.
"Lady Odile, maybe it's time to ease up?"
"Wha' nonsense~! On a day this fun, ya gotta drink heaps!"
Siwoo watched Odile with concern as she got thoroughly plastered after just that much.
"Lady Odette, shouldn't we stop your sister?"
"She gets like this sometimes. It's fine—she just crashes hard. Sis! Don't hog it, gimme some too!"
While Odile swayed side to side in her seat, lost in the alcohol's afterglow, Odette snatched the bottle and took a few swigs.
She grabbed a sandwich, munched on it, then passed the bottle to Siwoo.
Twins for sure, and roughly the same amount downed, but their reactions couldn't have been more different.
Odile could barely hold herself up and was wobbling all over, while Odette sat ramrod straight with just a hint of pink on her cheeks.
"You're a lightweight, huh."
"Yeah, I've never been drunk before. Here, Assistant—you have some too."
"Thanks."
He'd wondered at first if swigging straight from the bottle counted as an indirect kiss.
After all they'd been through, getting hung up on that felt silly, so he'd been drinking freely since midway.
"Mm... it's super sweet."
"Honestly, Master's wine is too bitter. Why does she drink that stuff?"
Kid logic.
Too smooth a life so far.
"Heuuung..."
-Thud!
That's when Odile tumbled off the sofa with a clatter.
Even with the crack of stone as her forehead hit the floor, she just writhed around down there, no sign of getting up.
Dead?
"Lady Odile!"
Siwoo rushed over in a panic.
He hauled up Odile, who'd shared a hot reunion with the floor.
Limp as a water-soaked cotton ball, but still light as a feather.
"Ugh... the floor's all wobbly..."
"Jeez, you should've paced yourself."
Siwoo slid his hand under her arm to hoist her up most safely—and froze.
As she flopped over, her cloak had splayed open, so he'd reached inside casually. Smooth, bare Odile armpit met his fingers directly.
"Haah...! Wha... what...! Don't tickle..."
She clamped her armpit down at the ticklish sensation, trapping his hand.
That explained the comfy outfit today.
Sleeveless dress under the cloak, apparently.
Warmer than the rest of her, the flesh clinging just a bit more to his hand.
Siwoo tried not to dwell on the seductive feel of her armpit as he barely managed to prop up her lolling body.
"Haaah..."
"Man, how much did you drink to get this smashed."
"Hate the sofa... it's so hard..."
But when he tried laying her on the sofa, Odile clung to his collar like a koala, refusing to let go.
Her antics felt five years younger, at least.
"Lady Odette, is Lady Odile's drinking habit always like this?"
"Pretty much, yeah. Need a hand? Huh?!"
Odette started toward them to help—then froze, hand over her mouth.
Just like last time.
Odile had suddenly yanked Siwoo's neck down, planting one on him.
She came in so hard his lip split against her front tooth, blood flavor mixing in.
"Mmm... smooch... slurp..."
She clutched his face for a good long sloppy kiss, then flopped onto the sofa like that was her last burst of strength.
"Zzz..."
And started snoring away.
Made sense—she'd gotten home late last night, and had to prep the picnic earlier than Siwoo today. Of course she was beat.
Siwoo wiped Odile's thick saliva from his lips with his sleeve and turned awkwardly to Odette.
Odette stared wide-eyed at the sofa-slumped Odile and Siwoo.
"Lady Odile's got some rough drinking habits, huh."
Blink blink.
Breath held, staring at Siwoo.
No clue what she was thinking—made him embarrassed for no reason.
"Assistant."
After what felt like deep thought, Odette hesitantly called his name.
Her eyes held major resolve—bad omen.
"Yes, Lady Odette."
"Did Sis come to your lodgings last night...?"
"Uh... well..."
"I know you unexpectedly joined the trip. And I vaguely remember Sis vanishing for a bit in the night."
He wasn't sure how much to tell Odette, but if she knew that much, no dodging it.
"Yes, Lady Odile came by."
Fiddling with her cloak hem, Odette tiptoed over to Siwoo.
"Did... something happen with Sis last night?"
Now this was trickier to answer.
Telling the truth risked unknown fallout, and Odile hadn't told her sister for her own reasons.
Better keep it secret for Odile's honor.
"We just... talked about this and that."
"Liar."
"Huh?"
"That's a lie."
The twins were super friendly toward him, but in Gehenna, their status gap was heaven and earth.
Slim chance or not, if Odette threw a fit or got offended outright, things could spiral with no excuse.
"......"
So Siwoo couldn't spit out the fib easily.
"I don't know much about men at all... but I know Sis better than anyone."
"......"
"The way Sis acted around you today was different from usual. Something definitely happened last night."
That's when Siwoo got how the innocent little thing picked up on the off vibe.
No matter how cool Odile played it, after that incident, she couldn't act exactly normal.
Odette had sensed her sister's subtle changes—ones Siwoo missed.
"I've hidden nothing from you... but you're lying to me..."
Siwoo gaped uselessly, no good comeback.
"We've promised our future together now. Lies are even worse between us."
"Huh? Didn't catch that."
Promised our future?
No such thing.
"L-Lady Odette, I think you're misunderstanding something."
"It's not a misunderstanding! I've thought about it a ton since then."
Odette's voice brimmed with earnestness, like confessing her life's big decision.
No playfulness or giggles—made it creepier.
Sign something was seriously off.
"I... showed you my naked body. And, and... our most embarrassing parts touched... and I've always... touched myself thinking only of you..."
Odette's face burned hotter than any booze flush.
Hotter than the sprawled, wasted Odile on the sofa even.
"Lady Odette, you're really drunk."
"I'm not! Sure, you're a slave and I'm the heir to great Countess Gemernai, so you're waaay beneath me... but still... you saw me naked... no take-backs now..."
Ah.
Now Siwoo could kinda follow Odette's logic.
Not complicated or extreme.
Too simple, almost bafflingly childish.
Her thinking was straight out of elementary school: girl who kissed a boy declares, "I kissed 〇〇, so we're getting married!"
The kind of cute incident adults shrug off as "Aw, I thought that back then."
That must've fueled her sudden coming-out too.
No secrets between future spouses, right?
He'd wondered why she spilled that—now it clicked.
Instead of calling out her specific lie, Siwoo opted to correct her misconception.
"Lady Odette, you're off-base. Yes, baring yourself to a strange man is embarrassing, but it doesn't mean you have to marry him."
"Lying again? I'm not falling for it!"
Figured she'd say that.
Siwoo calmly launched Sex Ed Lesson 2.
At least lighter topic this time.
"What about Lady Odile then? She showed me her naked body too."
"Not satisfied with just me, so you're after Sis too...?"
Didn't expect that reaction.
"No, that's not—"
"Or saying I'm not enough?"
Odette whined in a super pouty voice.
"You only lie to me, and Sis went to you without telling me anything. Be honest with me, at least. I know everything already."
That was trouble.
No way was he saying: "Last night, I experimented if your sister could feel pleasure anally, then slipped just the tip in."
Odile's reckless curiosity was burden enough; Odette's innocent boldness was a handful too.
"Lady Odette, no need to overthink it..."
Before Siwoo could finish, Odette opened her mouth.
"♪~♫"
A soft melody flowed out.
Exact same tune as Odile's Self-Generating Magic "Poem of Confession" from before.
That shocking spell was burned into his memory.
"Now, tell me. What happened with Sis last night?"
He knew this magic's danger all too well.
Siwoo frantically tried clapping a hand over his mouth.
But it opened anyway, ignoring his will.
His palm veered off-course at the last second.
The magic dragged out Siwoo's truth, transmitting it straight to Odette.
"I put my finger in Lady Odile's back entrance."
"Eek!"
Odette slapped both hands over her mouth, jumping in shock.
"As expected, as expected... you did that with Sis too... Tell me everything! What else?"
"Ngh... kkh... I inserted my penis too."
"Like with me...?"
"Yes, but I didn't ejaculate."
Odette just kept gasping in horror—not fainting from words alone, at least.
"Why? Why'd you do that?"
Siwoo gave up blocking his mouth.
Sorry, Odile.
"Lady Odile... realized she couldn't feel pleasure masturbating alone, so she came to me. She said even if solo doesn't work, together we could, so let's verify."
Odette glared at Odile, face beet red.
"Sneaking off alone again..."
"She was worried about you."
"Whatever! So, did Sis feel good?"
No clue if it was fury or confusion piling up, but Odette huffed away.
"Yes, she didn't show it... but her drawers were soaked with her juices."
"Soaked... with juices...?"
Odette plopped onto the sofa, dizzy.
After glaring at sprawled Odile awhile, she turned to Siwoo with sparkling eyes.
"Do the same to me."