Chapter 607
Chapter 607
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 607
Chapter Title: Deneb's Melancholy (2)
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1.
This year marked 173 years.
The time Deneb Gemernai had existed as a witch.
In that span—long if deemed long, short if deemed short—she had accomplished much.
Through relentless research, she had pioneered the exalted realm of the 22nd Hierarchy.
She hadn't merely expanded the magical artifact business inherited from her predecessors; she had transformed the once-nominal ventures of the present era into colossal conglomerates.
In her later years, she had taken in a clever and adorable apprentice witch, raised her properly, and was now enjoying a leisurely twilight.
She was a model witch, living a life envied by many.
Deneb took pride in that life and believed she could boast of it shamelessly to her predecessor, who had passed on the stigma and departed.
But what of now?
"……."
A feeling of affection—love, in other words.
It was a physiological, natural phenomenon, a beautiful tale deserving of everyone's blessings.
Yet if the object of that affection was the prospective groom of her apprentice witch, who was like a daughter to her, it became no blessing but a grave sin worthy of finger-pointing condemnation.
Thus, Deneb had tried to hide and bury her feelings.
She had resolved to treat them as if they had never existed.
For the sake of her beloved twins, it was the right thing to do.
Therefore, she had never intended to tail Si-woo in the first place.
At most, she planned to return his well-laundered clothes and strike up a conversation.
But her feet wouldn't move easily.
Si-woo might never notice the use she'd made of the jacket he'd lent her for a few days, but Deneb herself knew her sin and shame better than anyone.
In the end, she found herself vaguely trailing him to the Yesod Count Family estate.
There, she witnessed Si-woo and Countess Yesod heading side by side into a room.
What for went without saying.
She had known for quite some time, having heard hints from Albireo.
Countess Yesod and Si-woo were periodically intimate to study the effects of the stigma.
When Deneb first learned of it, she had been outraged.
But now, she felt different emotions.
According to Deneb, who had become far more honest with her own feelings than before, it was jealousy and envy.
Outrageously, lewdly, obscenely, just the thought of her son-in-law embracing another woman stirred such sentiments within her.
The impulse that suddenly welled up was equally outrageous, lewd, and obscene.
She wanted to watch.
If she couldn't be held in his arms, then at least his firm body.
Even him naked, coupling with another woman—she wanted to see that.
"Ahh.... How could I, a sinner, be...?"
Clutching her throbbing chest, Deneb sighed and wrestled with her conflict.
The two were already lost in each other.
The music box playing the eternally serene Song of Silence was Deneb's own creation.
If Deneb focused solely on concealment, even if she hid in the wardrobe beforehand, the pair wouldn't notice her.
Stamping her feet in place, Deneb squeezed her eyes shut.
If heaven had ordained such a cruel fate, it would forgive this licentious impulse too.
With that rationalization, she pursued Si-woo and Countess Yesod as they vanished into the distance.
2.
After much hesitation, the spot Deneb chose was the window frame beside the bed.
At the same time, she couldn't help but receive a tremendous shock.
Because the pair's intimacy was utterly unlike what she had imagined.
"Please undress me."
"...Understood, Si-woo."
Upon entering the room, Si-woo flopped onto the sofa like some depraved noble.
Meanwhile, Countess Yesod stripped layer by layer like a purchased sex slave—or a stripper baring herself for pennies.
From her flowing dress to her undergarments, garter belt, and beyond.
With each garment discarded, Countess Yesod's face flushed deeper red.
"Huh?"
Rubbing her eyes in disbelief yielded the same sight.
The hierarchy in this scene was clear.
Of course, Deneb—schooled by Si-woo that men held the advantage atop the bed—knew that well.
Hadn't she herself lost all composure and panted in his embrace during their full intimacy?
But this was before any real act had begun.
Yet here was Countess Yesod, who wielded wealth and fame rivaling the Gemernai Count Family, being commanded at a mere gesture like a common whore.
"I-I'm all undressed now...."
Finally nude, she neatly folded her clothes and set them aside.
Her face and even her bosom burned crimson with shame.
Her soft breasts, erect nipples, neatly groomed mound, and plump rear dazzled the eyes.
Even Deneb, of the same sex, could sense an overwhelming maternal allure in that beautiful form.
"Come here."
"Yes, Si-woo."
Lucy hesitated as she approached, only to be halted by a gesture.
"Crawl to me. Like a dog."
"N-No.... I can't do that."
"Seems you've forgotten the feel after so long."
"No.... But...."
His gaze upon her reaction was utterly cold.
A look faithful only to desire.
Even Si-woo, driven by mere scent, acting this way was far from the man Deneb knew.
"Or crawl like a bitch in heat."
"That's too much... Si-woo...."
After faltering, Countess Yesod couldn't withstand his coercion.
She dropped to her knees at last.
Swallowing her humiliation, the countess crawled slowly toward him.
At that moment, desire no longer filled Deneb's mind.
It was a sense of crisis.
Something was wrong.
One could tell from Countess Yesod's expression, steeped in humiliation.
This hardly seemed consensual.
"Use only your mouth. No hands."
"Yes, understood...."
She knelt at his end, undoing the buckle and burying her face between his spread legs, grunting for a long while.
Extracting it from the zipper without hands naturally required great effort.
"Smooch... Slurp... Smmph...."
Rubbing her entire face into his crotch like a desperate struggle, she finally freed his member with tongue and lips, then began sucking it slowly.
His hand rose to her head, petting it like one would praise an obedient dog.
"This can't be...."
Deneb knew fellatio as one form of foreplay and had even received something similar from Si-woo, but the thought of reciprocating had never crossed her mind.
And small wonder: Deneb had reigned as a witch for ages in a witch society where female supremacy was absolute, making oral service to a male organ such a profound taboo.
"Take it deeper."
"Any more is ha-hard, Si-woo...."
"It's fine. You did it well before."
Was that merciless man truly her bumbling son-in-law?
Was that pitiful woman truly the elegant Lucy Yesod?
From the unbelievable scene, Deneb drew the most logical conclusion.
This was no equal relationship.
Countess Yesod was surely being blackmailed by her son-in-law.
"But... how...?"
No matter how much stronger he'd grown lately, Countess Yesod was a power rivaling the Gemernais.
Deneb couldn't even imagine the method of blackmail.
Her head spun.
Si-woo wasn't the type.
But how else to explain the scene before her eyes?
Absent blackmail, no great witch like Countess Yesod would endure such treatment.
It felt like the ground was crumbling.
Should she burst in now and set things right?
What did Si-woo plan for the aftermath of such recklessness?
The old Deneb would have ended with fury and disappointment toward Si-woo.
She might even have acted against him before he grew closer to the twins.
But now was different.
If her son-in-law had done wrong, Deneb would cover for him, no matter how vile the act.
She'd scold him harshly later, chide him with tears—but she'd handle the cleanup.
Because she loved him more than anything in the world.
And now, witnessing Si-woo's misdeed, Deneb's feelings weren't much different.
Though his actions were unforgivable, morally reprehensible, and sure to ruin his life, worry overtook her condemnation.
Deneb glanced inside once more.
There was Si-woo gripping his belt like a whip, and Countess Yesod with legs spread, hips raised, fully exposing her sex.
"Looks like I need to retrain you."
"Si-woo, I hate being hit. Please, another way... Kyaa!"
Ignoring her feeble plea, the swung belt cracked dryly, leaving a red stripe on her rear.
Countess Yesod's body trembled violently.
Si-woo's outrage was escalating.
"Present your ass properly."
"S-Si-woo.... Enough of this... Aak!"
-Smack! Smack! Smack!
Convinced of her hypothesis, Deneb clutched her pounding heart and leaped from the terrace.
She couldn't watch anymore.
Surely her son-in-law hadn't subjected the twins to such treatment?
No.
Unlike Deneb, Countess Albireo had watched him intimate with the twins.
Meaning no such scene had unfolded for them.
Besides, no matter how innocent the twins, they'd never sing "Assistant, Assistant" had they known his true colors.
One day, she'd inform the twins and forbid contact, but more urgent was covering his sins.
If acted on now, it might still be salvageable.
"Sister, what should I do...?"
In crisis, her first thought was her sister Albireo.
But Albireo was stricter than Deneb in some ways.
She might not stop at isolating him from the twins but strike at Si-woo herself.
In that case....
Deneb had to resolve it alone, in secret.
Even if everyone else condemned and turned enemy against Si-woo.
Even if he faced fitting punishment for his crimes.
Even if she slapped him hard later.
Until the immediate fire was quenched.
Until she advocated for him, as he would for her.
She vowed as much. She would stand by his side.