Chapter 605
Chapter 605
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 605
Chapter Title: Return to Daily Life (5)
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1.
Odil and Odet lay side by side to the left and right of Al bireo, their plans completely blocked from the start.
No matter how much they adored Si-woo, the twins had no intention of resenting Al bireo.
They knew what she was worried about, and they loved their master.
So they quietly changed into pajamas and snuggled right up against her, using her arms as pillows.
This wasn't just for today.
Though it was a shame they'd lost the first move, the assistant wasn't going anywhere anyway, right?
"She's hilarious."
"She doesn't seem like a bad person after all."
Al bireo lovingly stroked the backs of the twins' heads as they chattered away about their new friend—and rival—Lurye.
There wasn't much need for her to say anything.
A simple "Really?" or "And then?" or "I see" or "What happened?" was enough to keep them babbling nonstop from both sides.
The cuteness melted away the fatigue from a hectic day.
These little brats, whom she'd thought would only be a nuisance, had grown into such lovely girls and brought her so much joy.
They might not be her own flesh and blood, but this must be what a mother's heart feels like.
"Plus, we succeeded with our scheme?"
"It'll give us an advantage in the competition from now on."
"Competition? What competition?"
"The battle for the assistant, obviously."
Al bireo's peaceful healing time shattered at the words "assistant."
A scorching rage, hot as the flames of hellfire, surged straight to the top of her head.
"You little... "
Stealing not one but both of our darlings.
And not content with that, he has one, two, three, four lovers around him.
And even Deneb's fallen for him on top of it all.
"M-Master...!"
"The back of my head hurts...!"
The twins wriggled as Al bireo's grip tightened on them.
"Sigh, sorry."
Al bireo let out a deep sigh and gently stroked their heads in apology.
Sometimes, thinking about the day of succession filled her with fear.
It wasn't fear of death itself.
Ever since receiving the brand from her master, she'd been prepared for her own end.
She just worried if the twins could navigate this harsh world without her and Deneb's help.
And if she couldn't share all the love in her heart with them before she left.
Those thoughts would suddenly fill her with dread.
"Odil, Odet."
"Yes, Master."
In this rare moment, sharing a bed after so long.
What should she say to leave no regrets when succession came?
Should she tell them she loved them? That they were special gifts in her life?
She wanted to leave memories that would bring a smile to their faces long in the future when they missed her.
As Al bireo carefully chose her words...
"Nngh...!"
Suddenly, she let out a lewd moan.
"Master?"
"Are you unwell?"
It had been ages since they'd shared a bed with their master.
Cuddled in her warm, cozy embrace, they awaited sweet words.
"Ngh... Ah... "
But Big Master's reaction was off.
Her brows furrowed deeply, sweat beading on her forehead.
And with her lips pressed tight, holding her breath, she looked like she was suffering from a fever.
"N-No, it's nothing... "
The twins bolted upright.
It was obvious something was wrong with Master's body.
They didn't know the cause.
But seeing Al bireo in such distress for the first time, Odil quickly decided.
"Odet, stay here and watch Master. I'll go get Little Master."
"O-Okay, sis!"
The twins couldn't have guessed, but this wasn't a serious issue.
It was simply linked pleasure from Deneb masturbating.
But if Odette or Odil burst into Deneb's room, things could go very wrong.
So Al bireo shouted loudly to stop them.
"No...!"
The twins jumped in surprise.
"W-Why?"
"It's really nothing, girls. I just got a leg cramp."
"Still..."
"No, no, I'm fine. Now lie back down."
Of all days...!
Some of us put off work to tend to the twins and lie in bed together, while others play around carefree.
Even Al bireo, who always tried to look after and accommodate her little sister, felt her insides boiling.
"Deneb said she's busy today. Don't disturb her; let her be alone."
"Yes, Master."
The twins, who had looked suspicious at first, burrowed back into her sides without a word.
And Al bireo immediately regretted it.
She'd panicked and lain back down, but she needed to make an excuse and step out.
Because once Deneb started, she'd pleasure herself for at least 30 minutes before climax.
"Huuuuuuh... "
Al bireo took a long, deep breath, steeling herself against the intensifying stimulation.
It wasn't her first time dealing with this.
Plus, unlike actual sex, the linked pleasure from masturbation was much weaker, so she figured she could endure it.
No.
Should she leave now?
It might seem awkward, but it'd be safest...
"Hoo, hoo, hoo."
"Master, you really don't look well..."
She'd missed her chance.
Deneb's passionate fingers had begun in earnest.
"No, I told you, I'm fine."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
Al bireo hid her trembling voice, clenched her teeth, and pressed her thighs together tightly.
"That's a relief. You scared us."
"Yeah, if we're bothering you, you could sleep separately..."
"What could be uncomfortable about sleeping with my cuties?"
She hated to admit it, but she had to.
Ever since the aquarium disappearance incident, Deneb had definitely developed feelings for Si-woo.
Otherwise, her fingers wouldn't have gotten so intense right after meeting him.
It was embarrassing to discuss, and since her sister—much like herself—was in the twilight of life, she wanted to let her do as she pleased.
"Nng! K-Keeps feeling like I have to sneeze?"
But she couldn't live like this!
She'd endure today, then give her a stern talking-to tomorrow.
Al bireo vowed firmly.
2.
The opinion-sharing game of chicken had ended.
The 4P was officially confirmed.
Now they just needed to get up and head to Si-woo's room, but the trio's conversation carried a subtle heat instead.
There was no special reason.
The topic was just thrilling.
The so-called "naughty talk."
Vulgar and embarrassing, yet instinctively compelling—that was the main subject.
Amelia and Sharon had briefly touched on it while bickering in the past, but the three had never delved deep into this kind of talk.
For them, such secretive, titillating chatter was incredibly stimulating.
So, like high school girls giggling and whispering, they dove into the naughty stories.
Conversations like this, mainly.
"Speaking of events earlier... Have you all tried any?"
Sharon had the trait—or flaw—of charging ahead once alcohol and mood kicked in.
"I have... It's embarrassing, but... even in the changing room. Hehe..."
The two recalled the past at Sharon's sheepish, dopey smile.
"Ah..."
Amelia's experiences: role-reversal play as slave and associate professor, outdoor exposure with perfume.
She'd almost always let Si-woo dominate her in day-night concepts during their encounters.
"Hmm..."
Eloa's: setting aside her master's authority to speak deferentially to her disciple, bunny girl outfit while moaning about being a horny rabbit.
Even now, with her tolerance raised, she couldn't voice such things aloud.
"Can we skip this one?"
"Sharon, I'll keep mine secret too..."
"Aw, come on, tell us. We agreed no secrets tonight. Oh, I picked out the Duke's outfit too. Did you wear it for Harvest Festival?"
"Sh-Sharon...!"
As Sharon teasingly prodded with rising energy, Eloa covered her face with both hands, blushing furiously.
Sharon poked her side and grinned widely.
"It was so cute. Did you maybe... do some role-play?"
"W-What are you saying! I know nothing about role-play or whatever! Absolutely not!"
Eloa denied it vehemently, but she'd never been good at lying.
"You're blushing too much. I get it. Si-woo likes that stuff. He's got a beastly side sometimes..."
Amelia quickly passed the baton before it splashed onto her.
"Have you tried it too, Sharon?"
"Me? Yeah... a lot. Dirty talk too."
Unlike Amelia and Eloa, Sharon admitted it readily, without a hint of shame.
"We're in love—what's a little embarrassment? Might as well maximize satisfaction while we're at it."
Both Eloa and Amelia were impressed.
"You're right. I was too focused on saving face. Sharon, you're amazing."
"I'm jealous of that courage."
"Aw, it's nothing. You two can do it too."
Come morning with a hangover, Sharon would claw her head screaming "Why did I say that?!", but for now, her nose was high and shoulders squared.
"It's gotten so late chatting."
"Indeed... Shall we head over?"
"Yes! All friendly together!"
In truth, another factor had kept the three glued to their talk.
Even with their rocket-fuel action, the twins would've hesitated with an "Uh...?", but inwardly shy despite deciding, they stalled.
Sharon's boldness became their inspiration, spurring them past the hesitation.
Heading straight to Si-woo's room, what they found was him sprawled asleep, dead to the world.
Fatigue from the long trip had rarely piled up like this.
"Tonight might be... tricky."
Amelia gave a wry smile.
"Indeed. We got too carried away chatting..."
The plan they'd psyched up for had derailed, but seeing his peaceful sleeping face melted away the disappointment.
"Shall we just keep talking then?"
Chatting together had been fun anyway.
And so, the three spent the night bonding over naughty stories, or so it goes.