Chapter 55
Chapter 55
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: Latifundium (4)
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1.
Siwoo had a hard time distinguishing the twins when he first laid eyes on them.
Not surprisingly, from their sparkling purple eyes to the length of their swaying black hair, the two were completely identical.
The slightly upturned corners of their mouths, the dimples that appeared when they smiled—everything matched without the slightest discrepancy.
And that was not all?
The twins didn't even leave the tiniest markers to tell themselves apart.
As if deliberately trying to confuse anyone who looked, they matched their dresses, ribbon decorations, and accessories perfectly.
However, after rubbing shoulders with the twins recently, he'd found traits to distinguish them.
Trait obvious enough to spot at a glance, no less.
The easiest was the use of honorifics.
Odile called him "Assistant-nim," but otherwise spoke to him in casual, friendly tones.
Odette didn't go for full-blown extreme honorifics, but she stuck to polite speech pretty consistently.
Next came differences in personality.
Odile was proactive and full of initiative.
Curiosity was something they shared, but Odile was always the first to put it into action.
In contrast, Odette had a somewhat introverted, timid side.
She always moved after her sister took the lead, you might say.
Even thinking back to the time Siwoo first got caught and dragged into sex ed.
While Odette waited obediently at the villa, Odile had personally lured him into the trap.
There were other minor differences, but right now, there was one stark contrast he was dead certain of.
Odette was a scaredy-cat.
"Please do the same to me."
Odile, driven by sheer curiosity, had come straight to his room and even proposed anal sex.
She'd been plenty embarrassed, sure, but there'd been no fear of the unknown act.
Odette was the total opposite.
Both of them were still fully dressed, no moves made yet, and she already looked on the verge of tears at the slightest prod.
How she could make such a bold, downright audacious request was beyond comprehension.
"Odette-nim, you don't have to force yourself."
The effects of the Confession Poem were still in play, so every word out of Siwoo's mouth was pure, unfiltered truth.
Unless you were some rape-loving deviant, getting horny in front of a trembling little lamb like this would be the weird part.
"This isn't a heat-of-the-moment request."
But Odette's resolve didn't budge an inch despite Siwoo's dissuasion.
"Sister's always like that. The second something comes up, she jumps ahead of me and snatches it, no sharing... She even picks up magic faster than I do..."
"It's not like Odile-nim stole me from you. No way she'd have feelings for a mere slave like me.
Honestly, isn't this request from you just curiosity? This magic fucking sucks. But hey, at least I can speak my mind freely now."
Perhaps thrown off by Siwoo's bare-knuckled speech—stripped of all pretense by the Confession Poem—Odette flinched.
"No, sister always takes whatever catches my eye.
No! Not that I like you, Assistant-nim, but if there's something I'm interested in... No! That's not it either... I don't have any interest in you, Assistant-nim.
Anyway, sister always gets one step ahead and grabs everything."
"Siblings usually grow up scrapping like crazy. You and Odile-nim? I'd say that's a tight bond."
In truth, they bickered nonstop, but Odile's affection for Odette shone through clear as day.
She'd played the responsible big sister plenty of times before.
"That's not the point. The point is I'm always lagging behind sister."
So.
Odette didn't hate or resent Odile or anything. Watching them side by side, you could feel the thick sisterly love and affection—no way otherwise.
So what had pushed timid Odette to this impulsive extreme?
"You're just feeling anxious, Odette-nim."
This was his buildup to talk her down.
Just anxiety.
Laying the foundation to convince her she was plenty attractive, that she'd grow into a fine lady someday—different from her sister, but every bit as wonderful.
"Yes, I'm anxious. That's why I want the same thing as sister."
Backfired spectacularly.
"Look at this wild talk... So timid-looking, but you sure say it all. Ah, sorry... But it's all 'cause of the Confession Poem, right? I don't actually feel bad."
And in his growing impatience, nonsense started spilling out big time.
He'd been desperately filtering his thoughts in his head.
Disaster.
Odette's pupils quivered as she caught a glimpse of Siwoo's raw inner thoughts.
"Can't you dispel this quicker?"
"I-it's fine. Everyone's got all sorts of thoughts inside... I can't dispel it myself; it'll fade with time."
Odette cleared her throat with a cough.
"A-anyway, I know I'm inferior and lacking compared to sister. That's why I don't want to fall even further behind... In snack grabs, magic skills... and all sorts of experiences..."
"Odette-nim, let's stop this... I've never thought of you that way, rationally speaking. Honestly, your antics are so childish, you just feel like a little sister."
Rumble...
An illusion of a landslide crumbling behind Odette's back.
Unintentionally hurtful—and at the same time, a magical prod to shatter her timidity in one go.
"Y-you secretly did all sorts of naughty stuff with sister... and that's why you have zero interest in me...?"
Sister had barged in uninvited; what choice did he have?
Of course, he knew an answer like that would slip out, but now his mouth was clamped shut.
The Confession Poem had worn off far faster than with Odile.
"No...! I wasn't all that interested in Odile-nim either. I just explained—I didn't want to do it!"
"Liar! I know the Confession Poem just ended! Lying right after?!"
"Cast it again! I'm serious!"
"No!"
Now teetering on the edge of a full meltdown, Odette flung off her cloak.
Her white sleeveless dress and boots fluttered wildly in the moment.
"I don't want to lose to sister. I don't want to fall behind."
Something felt fundamentally, deeply twisted.
"Follow me."
Odette glared at Siwoo, teeth gritted, eyes blazing.
Her fuming face left no room for him to get a word in edgewise as she seized his arm and dragged him along.
They ended up in a corner of the tree house.
A cramped little storage room, by the looks of it.
Even a determined Odette must have found it too much to pull this off in front of her sleeping sister.
That said...
"I'm gonna do exactly what sister did. You have to cooperate, Assistant-nim."
"...Odette-nim."
"Try refusing one more time. See if I stay quiet then."
Thoroughly peeved Odette.
She pressed right up against Siwoo and started fumbling with his work pants.
Her petite head bobbed right in front of his eyes, swaying side to side.
Should he stop her? Or not?
With Odette, one firm push from him might make her bolt in fear and give up entirely.
But right now, she seemed dead set on getting her way no matter what.
"Hmm..."
She tugged down Siwoo's pants, fished out his cock, and gripped it tight.
Her warm hand kneaded it.
Face beet red, she toyed with his dick for a good while before glancing up at Siwoo's face.
He'd noticed it with Odile too, but up close, her head really was tiny.
People said you could mimic actors with surgery, but head size and body proportions? Innate.
Odile and Odette both had doll-perfect ratios that beggared belief.
"You'll do it, right? Men get turned on when you touch them like this, yeah?"
Why the sudden pants-down fondling? Insurance, in case he threw up an iron wall.
With eyes that earnest gazing up, flat-out refusing felt downright cruel.
On the flip side, exploiting that innocence to plow open her virgin ass... that felt a bit much.
"Not gonna answer?"
Seeing Siwoo still hesitate, Odette bit her lip hard and spat it out in frustration.
"Listen up, Assistant-nim. If you don't play along right here, I'll tell Master everything. And your escape magic research? Straight to Professor Amelia."
The reason he'd tiptoed around Odette's feelings finally reared its head.
The twins held his weakness.
Even if he'd cut a deal with Odile, Odette thinking different turned it to dust.
Odette, who'd been far more considerate of his situation than Odile, pushing this hard? She must have her own pile-up.
Siwoo let out a deep sigh.
"Fine. But if it feels off at any point, just say the word."
"More than you did with sister."
She eyed his now rock-hard cock from the repeated stroking, nodded like it was good enough, then slowly hiked up her dress hem.
Knees, thighs, hips, all the way to her lower belly bearing that bowl drawing—fully bared as she eased down her panties.
Like Odile's, a pretty, plump mound like a camel's toe.
He'd seen the shape plenty, but it struck him every time: so damn pretty.
"H-how do I do it?"
Mixed with idle admiration, Siwoo hatched a new plan.
"We'll do as you asked, Odette-nim. Saying it again: stop anytime if it's too much.
First, can you lean on that desk?"
He pointed to the desk cluttered with knickknacks.
Odette nodded with grim resolve and planted her hands on it.
With her drawers off, the dress hem clung perfectly to her round ass shape.
Lift it just a smidge, and her naked lower half would be on full display.
"Mind lifting the dress hem a little?"
Siwoo's strategy wasn't convincing her otherwise.
Just wait for her embarrassment to wear her down.
Her reactions suggested it wouldn't take long.
Odette nodded, then stiffly gathered the dress hem bit by bit.
The curtain shrouding her ass lifted, baring her backside completely.
"Done..."
"We need lube. Can you make some?"
"O-of course."
The moment she incanted, moisture gathered from the air.
It thickened into something viscous and slick, like aloe gel.
Pulling off magic like that sans basic alchemy catalyst proved Odette's skills weren't lacking one bit.
Siwoo smeared the gel from her palm evenly over his hands, then took position behind her.
Her shoulders trembled ever so slightly.
She was forcing it—that much was obvious.
She glanced back over her shoulder.
"Quickly. Do it."