Chapter 612
Chapter 612
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 612
Chapter Title: Deneb's Melancholy (7)
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Si-woo followed Countess Yesod inside and froze in surprise.
"Si-woo."
The bedroom where he always shared heated trysts with Countess Yesod.
Deneb was there, her face etched with shock.
Si-woo shot a flustered glance at Lucy.
"How did this happen?"
According to her, the key to researching stigma inheritance was a "witch with an apprentice witch."
Deneb had been the first person who'd come to mind.
They'd already been intimate once, and she was one of the rare witches Si-woo had granted a vessel to.
But there was a reason he hadn't mentioned Deneb to Lucy.
No matter what anyone said, Deneb was the twins' mother—his little mother-in-law.
Sure, circumstances had forced that awkward navel bump in the fish tank once.
And yeah, they'd crossed the line into sloppy, uninhibited sex after that.
But with everything buried in the fish tank and left unspoken, asking her for this kind of favor now came with way too many complications.
"Deneb agreed to help."
Lucy pointed casually at Deneb as she said it.
Was this some pre-arranged deal?
Impossible.
His little mother-in-law would never go along with something like that.
"She's a witch with an apprentice, and she's already been intimate with you, right? No one could be more perfect."
But judging by Deneb's quiet demeanor as she sat there, it seemed the conversation had indeed taken place.
Hell, even Countess Yesod knew about the fish tank incident.
Si-woo immediately voiced his objection.
This wasn't about samples or anything like that.
It was a problem that went deeper.
"Perfect? Countess Yesod, this won't work."
"Pardon? Why not?"
"Why...? Deneb is my little mother-in-law. That time was unavoidable for magic replenishment... but things are different now."
How the hell had things spiraled like this?
Why was Deneb—of all people, someone who seemed utterly incompatible with this—sitting there silently?
He couldn't quite keep up.
Was she cooperating to pass on stigmas to Odil and Odet the same way?
As that seemed like the most logical guess, Deneb rose from her seat.
"I told you, right? He'd refuse."
Her curt tone and icy gaze turned toward Lucy.
"Countess Lucy. I get that you're desperate, but I can't accept such a ridiculous request."
"...A promise is a promise, so no helping it."
"I'll be going now. You did well, Si-woo. Finish up your research together and don't stay out too late."
She patted Si-woo's shoulder and swept out of the room.
It felt like everything had wrapped up in a flash.
Lucy hadn't tried to stop Deneb from leaving, and Deneb hadn't glanced back once on her way out.
"What...?"
If he'd said, "Sure! Research sex with my mother-in-law sounds great!" right then, would a sharp scolding have followed?
Probably.
She'd have grabbed him by the ear, dragged him off, and roasted him alongside Countess Albireo.
"What was that?"
He asked, still dazed by the farce that had ended in under a minute.
Countess Yesod looked embarrassed and let out a sigh.
"Well... I'm sorry for not checking with you first, Si-woo. I begged her until she promised to assist with the research."
Putting together Deneb's reaction and words painted a clear picture.
The impatient countess must have pleaded earnestly with her.
Given how frosty Deneb had been, it wasn't a one-off annoyance—she'd probably laid down conditions in the end.
Like, "If Si-woo seems reluctant, I'll back out."
Uncomfortable with the situation even for the twins' sake, Si-woo had naturally refused, and Deneb had left.
That had to be it.
"Please don't pull something like this again. At least ask for my input first."
He couldn't help but grumble, dragged into this mess on a whim.
Sure, her feelings for Diana were special, but shouldn't she consider other people's relationships?
"I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize. Anyway, isn't a sample from someone else absolutely necessary?"
"We have no choice but to find a detour, even if it takes longer."
He swallowed the urge to say, "If detours are an option, then don't stage awkward scenes like this."
"......"
But seeing the countess so deflated stirred unexpected pity.
Aside from her lewd displays in bed, Countess Yesod was incredibly sensible.
If even she was resorting to unreasonable pleas, her anxiety must be off the charts.
Her love for Diana was on another level entirely.
In a comforting gesture, he placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a light hug.
Her thick perfume scent tickled his nose more than usual today.
"Sorry I couldn't help. If there's another way, I'll do anything."
"S-Si-woo, really, I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I told you."
Her shoulders stiffened with emotion as he held her gently.
"So, is today's research over?"
"N-No...! Um... I mean..."
He could feel her agitation radiating off her.
Her head must have been so clouded with bloodlust that she'd nearly pushed for a reckless one-night stand, but now she seemed to have regained her senses.
Their relationship was "for research," but her reactions in bed went far beyond mere academic curiosity.
A meeting she'd anticipated all week was fizzling out, and it was her own fault—she had every reason to fluster.
Her cuteness drew him to tease her.
"We're still... a little short."
"Short on what?"
"...R-Research samples..."
Countess Yesod mumbled like an excuse, her head hanging low.
"You're not lying, are you?"
"N-No lying...?"
She looked so adorably desperate in her defense that he grabbed her nape and crushed his lips to hers.
Her unkempt hair tickled his palm, and their thick, moist lips tangled with tongues.
"Mmph! Chuup... Chuuuup..."
She flinched in surprise at the sudden kiss but soon melted limply against him.
Clutching his forearm tight, she returned it submissively.
Of course, the countess wanted it badly, research or not.
This gap of hers was utterly lovable.
"Churp... Jjup..."
More timid than usual, likely due to her earlier blunder.
Their sex had always felt like fierce desires clashing head-on, but today it was like ravishing a shy noblewife.
Even without burying his face in her scent yet, his fully erect cock pressed insistently against her lower belly.
"Haa... Haa... S-Si-woo..."
After the kiss, he pulled back slightly to observe her.
Her eyes glistened wetly.
Countess Yesod's unusually fragile look today ignited his conquest drive.
He pressed his nose to her hair and inhaled deeply.
"Ah..."
She knew exactly what that meant.
A sigh blending anticipation and fear teased his chest.
"You did wrong by me, didn't you, Countess Yesod?"
"Pardon?"
"You wronged me."
She pressed her toes together, head bowed, and nodded.
"I-It was just... I was too desperate..."
"No, not that."
He could guess her feelings and had no desire to scold her for it.
He'd only been taken aback at the time, not truly angry.
"You lied to me."
"...Pardon?"
"Doing it with me today has no real value as a research sample, does it?"
"Eh? Y-Yes, actually..."
"You could've just said you wanted to do it with me, but you lied."
It was all roleplay staging, plain and simple.
He gripped her ass firmly over her clothes, and her slender hips trembled.
Still as plump and juicy as ever.
"Right?"
"Y-Yes..."
"You lied, so you need punishment."
Her dazed, unfocused eyes blinked slowly several times.
"Punishment...?"
As if hearing the word for the first time, she nodded slowly after a long delay.
"Yes... I need punishment..."
The countess's arousal peaked in these moments, showing her utterly fragile side in perfect sync with the roleplay.
Even after all their times together, she always acted like it was her first, blushing in embarrassment.
The tsundere gap—defiant outside, gripping him tight inside.
Sorry as he felt about it, he could sense her pheromones hitting peak levels.
Her newfound passivity, laced with guilt, fueled his conquest lust to the end.
"So, what kind of punishment?"
"Do you do it alone a lot, Countess?"
"Pardon?"
"Masturbate."
"Si-woo, such crude questions..."
"It's punishment. Obey me."
Looking embarrassed—whether from shame or excitement—she bit her lower lip and nodded slowly.
"......Yes."
"How many times a week?"
The interview kicked off abruptly.
Grossly explicit, like an AV opener, but standing before him wasn't a porn actress.
A body born of nobility. A peerless noblewife.
Making her recite lewd self-intros was a massive turn-on from the start.
"No lies. Be honest."
"Every... day."
"So once a day?"
"S-Sometimes two or three..."
Masturbation.
Everyone does it, but no one wants to admit it.
A deeply private secret, confessed in detail—pure stimulation.
"Who do you think about?"
"...You..."
Her shoulders shrank with each answer, her voice shrinking too.
Her ears flushed bright red.
"Show me your usual routine while you explain it."
"S-Si-woo...! Such vulgarity..."
Her lowered head snapped up.
But with his conqueror mode activated, no room for such protests.
"F-Fine. I knew it, but you're a massive pervert..."
He seized her wrist as she turned toward the bed.
Her trembling magenta eyes fixed on him.
"S-Si-woo...?"
He tapped her stiff legs until she awkwardly spread them while standing.
"Do it right here, standing up."
Watching her stunned expression, he could tell today would be another delightfully fun time.