Chapter 608
Chapter 608
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 608
Chapter Title: Deneb's Melancholy (3)
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1.
The passionate affair with Countess Yesod had come to an end.
After what didn't even need describing—a steamy session—she'd washed up and emerged with just a bathrobe loosely draped over her. Si-woo sat by the window, cigarette in mouth, when she approached with her lips pursed in a pout.
"Si-woo."
"Yes, Countess."
"Look at this."
She turned her back for a moment and lifted the hem of her bathrobe.
Her resentful voice tickled his ear pleasantly, laced with embarrassment.
"What are you going to do about this?"
"Oh dear..."
"Oh dear, my foot! I can't even set foot in the bathhouse for a while like this!"
She was right.
Among Lucy's plush, inviting body, her rear boasted top-tier allure—a suspension built for rear entry. The countess's moon-like buttocks were striped with vivid red welts.
All from Si-woo unbuckling his belt and spanking away...
Sane now, it looked incredibly sore.
"I'm sorry. I got a bit carried away."
"A bit? And look here too!"
She spun around and parted the front of her robe, revealing her pale, soft breasts. The bite marks dotting those milky mounds were Si-woo's handiwork as well.
"I told you not to bite hard enough to leave marks!"
The countess feigned anger on the surface, but Si-woo couldn't help laughing.
Lucy's lower lip stuck out innocently, puffed to its limit like she was sulking.
"Haha? You think this is funny?"
Of course, if it were a serious complaint, he wouldn't have chuckled no matter how amusing her face was.
But knowing this whole post-sex scolding routine was just her excuse to hide her shyness made it oddly endearing.
"That's what you begged for, Countess."
He slyly pointed out the truth.
Lucy's face flushed crimson as she pounded his chest lightly to cover her embarrassment.
"Who? Who said that! I never asked for it!"
"You said to devour me until you left bite marks."
"I did no such thing! You got all excited and misheard! I'm already catering to your tastes so much... If you're going to play it like this, it's really troublesome."
But today's countess had no intention of admitting her tastes outright.
No need to press the point, so he surrendered with an apology.
"Should I make it up to you somehow?"
"...Si-woo, you're getting slyer by the day. Turning into a total pervert... Whatever happened to the model youth I knew?"
"Tell me about it..."
Her parting shot hit home with a wry smile.
Was he awakening to new tastes like the countess, belatedly?
Just recalling his romps with Lurye and Dorothy—things his past self would never have demanded or done.
"I'm mature enough to indulge whims like that without much fuss, but pull that on another woman and she'll hate you for it."
"I'll be careful."
After some light chit-chat, they turned to research talk.
The main goal of bedding Countess Yesod was pioneering a new inheritance paradigm, after all.
"We've made decent progress while you were away. On the new inheritance method."
"Really?"
"We already established perfect replication's impossible mechanism-wise—only transplantation works, right?"
"Yes, I remember."
"I've got a solid blueprint for the methodology now."
Si-woo's trait made branding transplants akin to organ grafts—a fact he'd long internalized.
So Lucy's procedure boiled down to 'how to cut and how to attach.'
She pulled out a notebook and began deftly sketching a magic formula.
"The most stable method right now is this."
What Countess Yesod drew resembled a syringe.
Not literally—just that its magical function mimicked one's form. Yesod was an authority on reverse-field magic; Si-woo was undergrad-level at best, but he had some magical chops.
Gazing at the half-comprehensible diagram, realization dawned instantly.
"No way... right?"
"Your guess is spot on, Si-woo."
He double- and triple-checked, hoping 'nah, can't be,' but the conclusion held.
Half-joking suspicion? Her expression betrayed no jest.
"It's a three-phase sequence, repeated. First, I'll divide my self-magic branding."
The magic Si-woo copied was one per witch—and messily, like forking brownie chunks with a fork.
Prior, Lucy precisely segmented her self-magic so clean pieces detached. Like pre-cutting brownies uniformly before forking.
"Next, we pack the copied magic so it doesn't settle in your ain."
One magic per witch replicable. Once settled, no room for more—like a stuffed seagull.
It fundamentally blocked that while ensuring unaltered transmission—a safety measure.
"Finally... we unpack the packaged magic in Diana's ain. Roughly twelve times."
Her euphemism aside, simply put:
Refined noblewoman Lucy's poise plus Diana's prim noble miss haughtiness—in a mother-daughter rice bowl.
Twelve times total.
His head spun.
"Countess Yesod, my deepest apologies. But did I understand that right?"
"If you're picturing something a tad embarrassing... yes."
Dead serious.
"Is direct linking really necessary? Resonance linkage should suffice."
"Direct transmission's safest. Resonance risks noise or unpacking failure."
Her caution made sense for branding transfer.
Still, mother and daughter in one bed?
A man would be lying if he wasn't tempted, but was this truly right?
Yet Countess Yesod showed no self-awareness of broaching such an awkward topic.
A mother dead serious when her daughter's involved.
Reacting with 'come on, even so, this is too much' before her would be rude.
"Is it definite?"
"Still rough sketches for now. Methodology won't change much, but details are wide open. Another sample or two would help."
"Sample meaning..."
"No guarantee the process stays consistent every creampie. Marygold the ex-baroness showed no mana amplification at all. So..."
Even research-obsessed Countess Yesod hesitated at such a request.
"If possible... I'd like to watch you with someone else, right in front of me. Is that okay?"
"Sure, I'll look into it."
"Thank you, Si-woo."
Research talk wrapped up neatly.
But Countess Yesod had more to say.
"Oh, Si-woo."
"Yes."
"How about swinging by to see Diana's face before you go? It's been a while."
After hearing why he'd need that mother-daughter setup—and right after sticky sex with her mother-figure?
Most awkward spot on earth.
As if reading his mind, the countess persuaded gently.
"Might help get acquainted ahead of time... Diana wants to apologize to you."
No excuse to refuse, so he headed straight to Diana.
2.
If Deneb were one of Si-woo's lovers.
Or even if she'd discussed with Al bireo, it'd resolve easily.
She'd realize Shin Si-woo's near-violent sexual torment and Countess Yesod's unresisting dynamic wasn't blackmail-born, but consensual SM play.
But alas, Deneb aimed to handle it solo.
A straight-laced witch pre-Si-woo, she lacked references to correct her misconception.
Yet unlike her delusion, Deneb's calculations were ice-cold and swift.
She shelved Si-woo's crimes and reprimand, sorting priorities.
Thinking he could blackmail Countess Yesod forever? Pure illusion, however achieved.
Long collaboration proved it: she was shrewd, a sharp businesswoman.
She'd eventually spot a chink and flip the script.
Then control shifts fully to the countess—Deneb's opening shrinks.
Thus, intervene first.
Mediate between them.
Rescuers from tough spots wield major sway.
Leverage it for smooth settlement with Si-woo, urging leniency.
Of course, she'd compensate the countess handsomely on the side.
Key: timing.
When the countess was most cornered.
Before Si-woo's outrage worsened.
Offering salvation then seized negotiation high ground.
Judgment reached, Deneb promptly set an evening meet with Countess Yesod and headed to the mansion.
"Oh, you've come."
"Hello, Countess Lucy."
"Please, sit comfortably. I didn't have much time since it was so sudden."
A prepped dinner table.
Countess Yesod, face glossier than last sighting, smiled in welcome.
Like she'd gorged on nourishing grub.
Deneb inwardly marveled.
If it were her, no hiding that calmly.
Doubt crept into her plan.
For Shin Si-woo or not, was this right?
Steeling her wavering resolve, Deneb sat and downed wine first.
Deneb sat rigidly, face stiff, wordless for ages.
"Any worries?"
Lucy eyed her concernedly.
Deneb drew a paper from her bosom.
Unclear how Si-woo blackmailed her, but Deneb was a witch too.
"No, nothing much."
Couldn't rule out gag spells or monitors.
So she slid over the paper, viewable only up close for identification.
[If blackmailed, naturally brush your hair behind your left ear now]
She took the first step to resolve it.