Chapter 560
Chapter 560
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 560
Chapter Title: Survival Report (4)
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On the tape, Shin Si-woo and the Deep Sea Witch seemed incredibly close.
Assuming, of course, that Si-woo truly had no idea he was being recorded and this wasn't some staged fabrication.
Up until they'd read the letter where Si-woo wrote that he'd grown close to the Deep Sea Witch and was doing well, all three women had dismissed it as unlikely.
The Shin Si-woo they knew was a man who stirred up trouble wherever he went, while irresistibly charming witches in the process. So, it was only natural to wonder, "Could he have seduced the Deep Sea Witch too?"
They just hadn't wanted to indulge in such petty suspicions while his safety remained uncertain.
In the midst of their individual silences,
Sharon was the first to speak.
Amelia was serious by nature, and Eloa went without saying, so if Sharon didn't step up to lighten the mood, this hellish quiet might drag on forever.
"It's just like Si-woo, huh. Yeah, I knew he'd be safe and sound no matter where he was... Got it. Of course..."
She'd said something similar earlier, but the meaning was worlds apart now.
There was a massive gap between "We were worried sick searching for him, thinking he was in danger, but he's safe" and "We were worried sick searching for him, thinking he was in danger, but he was off fooling around with a new woman."
"Yeah... as long as he's safe, that's what matters."
Amelia felt much the same.
Even while reading Si-woo's letters, something had nagged at her: why was the Deep Sea Witch showing him such favor?
That unease had lingered through the recorded tape assuring he was well, and the letters and photos. Now, it all made sense—the basis for her goodwill was clear.
An intimate relationship between lovers.
What greater guarantee of Shin Si-woo's safety could there be?
Barring some catastrophe, it was confirmed: he was still alive and would return safely soon enough.
But that didn't mean they could simply celebrate. With so many lovers already, this was like adding yet another rival.
Blind joy at his survival felt off, yet getting angry or jealous would make them look pathetic.
"Everyone, calm down."
Sharon and Amelia couldn't fully hide their agitation despite their words. Eloa, having regained her composure, soothed them both.
Eloa had endured the pain of loss from an unexpected accident before.
Compared to that, this was shallow anguish indeed.
"Just days ago, we were all agonizing over whether he was even alive."
Yet Shin Si-woo was alive.
More than safe—he was thriving.
To Eloa, that alone warranted calling it happiness.
"But isn't Si-woo unscathed and doing wonderfully? It's natural to feel a bit dissatisfied after all our worries. I feel the same. But how fortunate is this?"
"...You're right. I was being narrow-minded."
"Lady Tiphereth is correct."
Amelia and Sharon both understood the sentiment behind Eloa's words.
A twinge of shame followed.
With his safety confirmed and relief in order, they'd nearly let baseless jealousy take over.
Eloa smiled gently, easing the solemn air.
"I'm not unaffected either. I even think he's a cheeky lover."
"So typical of Si-woo... When he gets back, I'm really not letting him off easy. You're dead meat, Shin Si-woo."
"My master once said that when a lover errs, you slap their cheek and hug them tight. For now, we keep searching in hopes of his safe return."
Si-woo's safety was assured, but none of them intended to halt the search.
Their concern for him was too profound to settle for mere evidence.
They'd keep looking until they saw him with their own eyes and pulled him into a tight embrace, just as before.
"Shall we listen to the rest then? It pains me a little to share this recording with you all, but..."
"Should I bring some drinks? I might need a little liquid courage myself..."
And so, the three lovers set drinks on the table and resumed the cassette tape.
Sharon met their eyes for consent before firmly pressing play.
-Hng! Hnng... Ahhnnn...
-Splash! Splash! Splash!
The sounds from the deck weren't from a sex tape or porn.
Even the recording quality was crude, far from modern memory devices.
Static crackled routinely, and without a proper mic, chunks cut out entirely.
Yet it burned with heat.
And these were sounds involving the very man each had first given herself to—the one with whom they'd shared countless passionate nights.
Just the audio alone conjured their positions, their pleasure. It was mental torture to sit side by side listening to it.
-Kyaa! I-I'm cumming...! Hnng, hnng...! Haaaahhh!
Even with the volume lowered, the echoing moans made Amelia hastily dial it down further with fumbling hands.
As the raw mating sounds played uneventfully for about thirty minutes,
Everyone's faces flushed—not from the alcohol, but something else entirely.
After the grueling searches, with tension finally easing, they were on the verge of collapse from sheer relief. Layered atop that lapse in vigilance, the erotic melody naturally evoked memories of days spent with him.
"...I'm jealous..."
Sharon murmured unwittingly, then faced their startled gazes and quickly defended herself.
She worried she'd misread the mood too badly.
"Y-You guys aren't jealous? Am I the only one...? That's weird..."
"......"
Sharon squirmed without agreement, while Eloa quietly panicked inside.
She recalled secretly listening to Si-woo and Sharon making love long ago, pleasuring herself to it.
Not as vivid as then, but hearing this steamy content stirred the same desire to be held in his arms, just as Sharon said.
It was bewildering.
Sexual desire overshadowing jealousy in this situation?
Had those months apart left her so lonely?
-How's this? Slurp... Doesn't my mouth feel good?
-Roll over? Why?
-Ah...! Your mouth, there...! So lewd...! I'd only seen it in porn, heeet...!
Each lost in the unfolding sounds, imaginations running wild.
'Sixty-nine.'
'That's the position.'
Eloa and Sharon pondered silently.
"...?"
Amelia, less experienced, failed to grasp it.
Now averting eyes and fidgeting with fingers, the tape neared its finale.
-Inside...! Cum inside me...!
"Ahem...!"
"Whew..."
"......"
-Haaaaahhh!
One final massive moan, followed by Si-woo's ragged breaths.
Then casual chatter about heading to the bathroom to wash up, before the tape cut abruptly.
"It's over, right?"
"But... why send a recording like this...?"
The suffocating silence lifted.
The three regained their wits somewhat from the sensual haze of moans and flesh.
Doubt was nearly gone now.
As his letters claimed, Shin Si-woo was thriving in an intimate bond with the Deep Sea Witch.
Intimate to an excessive degree—too close for comfort.
Did flesh-slapping frenzy count as necessary?
"I'll take this tape for another listen."
"Wait, there's more. It hasn't stopped."
As Eloa reached for reexamination, Amelia halted her, hearing ongoing audio.
It seemed the tape had kept recording post-bath, overlaid with new speech.
-Ah, mic test. Working fine.
The voice was much closer to the mic now.
A few clearing coughs, then continuation.
-Did you enjoy it? Shin Si-woo's 'former' lovers, who without this meddling would never hear my imperial voice, you lowly masses.
Here was the main point.
Sensing it, the three tensed.
-I am the legitimate successor of Shalith Nukelavi, the ancient witch feared since antiquity and worshipped as the sea's mother. Ruler of the deep oceans, queen of the unparalleled Nukelavi Dynasty beneath heaven and earth, beholder of all peoples who drowns every foe without mercy—I am Lurye Nukelavi.
She was recording alone, separated from Si-woo.
Thus, the sex tape's true intent and scheme would soon reveal itself.
-Did you relish the sounds of your lover Shin Si-woo and I making love? A eternal regret that my spoils lacked a digital camera or camcorder. What a chance to show in detail how I melt him tenderly. He clung to my skirts, so I bestowed my love personally.
Sharon didn't miss Eloa's twitching brow.
-Your lover Shin Si-woo has, as of yesterday, become a consort of the Nukelavi Dynasty. Far too fine a man for craven witches hunkered in Gehenna tinkering with magic.
The words ended, and realization dawned simultaneously.
The tape's purpose: pure provocation.
-By nature, if I desire something, I claim it. Compromise and coexistence are virtues for petty fools with thimble-sized ambitions. I, with oceanic aspirations, have no intent to share Si-woo with you—not even a hair's breadth. Yet since Si-woo holds you dear, I shan't take your lives. In utmost mercy, I'll permit you concubine status, seeing your faces once a month.
Amelia's eyes narrowed at the arrogant declaration in that haughty tone.
-Do you know how utterly devoted to me he is? Of course— you've heard it all. Truth be told, this was my first time too. I never knew intercourse brought such joy. My insides throb wildly, head spins! Sometimes it's so good tears come. Lying together, filled with his seed, feels like napping on clouds...
A unnatural pause, the silence cutting off.
-Ah, this part needs overdubbing. Hm... Too fangirly.
The solo babble echoed distantly.
She'd failed to edit a flub properly, but to the three, it was just more provocation.
-Anyway, soon I'll complete the trials and emerge to conquer the surface. From now, Si-woo is mine. If grievances, wag your lowly tongues before me.
Click.
The tape ended.
"...Let's find him."
"Agreed."
Amelia and Eloa hardened their resolve with fierce determination, while Sharon gaped, already pitying the Deep Sea Witch's future for such reckless taunting.