Chapter 615
Chapter 615
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 615
Chapter Title: Deneb's Deviation (2)
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"Si-woo... when are you going to put it in? You're being so mean today... haa..."
On the bed, Countess Yesod knelt with her hips raised high, while Si-woo stood behind her, perfectly positioned for doggy style.
He'd actually planned to tease her a bit more, but maybe it was the way the countess carried herself today?
It made it harder to hold back.
Right on cue, his glans rubbed against her perfectly warmed entrance. Just a little push, and he could slide right in.
-Squish...!
Like slicing into a ripe tropical fruit with a knife to savor the sweet flesh inside.
Si-woo's hips froze mid-motion.
Something was off.
Even in full sex-machine mode, Si-woo picked up on the incongruity.
Of course, Lucy and Deneb had taken every precaution to avoid exactly this.
They'd confirmed their bodies had swapped perfectly, mimicked speech patterns and little daily habits down to the smallest detail.
As longtime friends, their impersonations were impressively spot-on.
They'd even had Lucy—disguised as Deneb—leave the room in front of her to eliminate any lingering doubts.
But even the tiniest clues can stack up and raise suspicions.
"Don't tease me... it's embarrassing..."
Countess Yesod seemed genuinely shy about the rear-entry position.
The reason? Her most intimate hole was fully exposed.
Si-woo had often made her spread her own cheeks with her hands before pounding her from behind, reveling in her squirms. If needed, he'd spank her ass and enjoy the way her inner folds twitched.
"......"
But now, watching the countess shyly wiggle her hips...
Countess Yesod, whose grasp of doggy style was practically doctoral level...
Today, her form was somehow awkward.
Her waist, which usually arched in a perfect feline curve, floated unnaturally high.
Si-woo blinked and examined her backside again.
It looked the same as always.
A slender waist mismatched with those wide, handle-like hips.
Plump, jiggly cheeks that just barely hid her rear entrance unless spread.
Sideboob spilling out against the sheets.
Even the fresh nectar dripping like melting icicles from her slit.
No matter how he looked, it was Lucy Yesod herself.
"...Si-woo?"
He had no time to respond to the countess turning back with a puzzled look.
His suspicions, sparked by her posture, were rapidly connecting to other clues.
Come to think of it, there'd been several odd things today.
She was shy by nature, but today she'd seemed especially embarrassed.
Her, who loved pretending to be forcibly conquered and ravished, had obeyed commands like a submissive slave girl.
It could just be a whim or a fluctuation in her mood...
But still, something felt wrong...
A sweet voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Si-woo, you're awful... Do I have to beg even more?"
"No, it's not that..."
-Rub... rub...
At that moment, she pulled her hips back, pressing her slick folds flush against the underside of his shaft.
The countess coquettishly ground her irresistibly alluring petals along his length.
"Hurry up and put it in... I'll shake my hips and beg if I have to..."
Yeah, that was the weird part.
Countess Yesod would start with a defiant "Ngh...! I can't do that!" before eventually surrendering with a "I'm cumming...! Cumming already...!"
That way, after sex, she could play it off with "Haa, matching your tastes is so hard, Si-woo."
But coquettishly begging like this before he'd even properly started?
That wasn't her at all.
-Slurp! Slurp!
"I've been thinking about you every single day... It hurts that I can't do anything in front of your cock..."
"Ooh..."
But that suspicion melted away under the heat of her scorching, nectar-soaked folds massaging his shaft.
The feverish warmth and plush suspension gliding along his underside, trickling down to his balls—it chased away his reason once more.
Just thrust in and think later.
He gripped her waist firmly, savoring the familiar grip in his hands, and aimed his glans.
-Thrust... schlk!
"Haaang...!"
He pushed in gently.
"You're incredibly tight today."
"Ngh... because I'm... excited... hnng...!"
Her entrance clenched with almost excessive tightness, narrowing his eyes.
It felt like anal insertion despite being her pussy—the initial resistance was that snug.
With a bit more force, he sank into marshmallow-soft, melted depths welcoming him.
"...Huh?"
The texture was completely different—like a different woman altogether.
And yet, utterly familiar.
Tight at the entrance, but endlessly soft and maternal once inside.
This wasn't Countess Yesod's pussy.
It was Little Mother-in-law's—the one he'd felt countless times in the aquarium.
The words slipped out unbidden.
"Lady Deneb...?"
"......"
He heard Countess Yesod swallow hard.
Her entrance spasmed, clamping midway down his shaft like it might sever it.
"......"
"......"
Silence stretched between them.
Not long, but the act was flawless.
The Mirror of Deception had even perfectly replicated her outer labia.
But Si-woo's question, hitting right after penetration like he'd finally pieced it together...
Deneb wasn't stupid.
In that brief moment, she feigned composure, trying to pinpoint where he'd sensed the discrepancy.
"What are you saying, Si-woo?"
"No, I... I'm really sorry, but it feels different from usual..."
Meanwhile, Si-woo hesitated to speak plainly.
Just as faces differ, the winding inner walls of a pussy vary too.
Tightness, stimulation, curves, twitching rhythms, ridges—countless nuances.
The feel during penetration was distinct enough to tell blindfolded.
But unless it was role-play, comparing women in bed like that was rude.
"Different how?"
Still, it needed addressing, so Si-woo focused on the velvety walls clinging to him.
"It feels completely different."
"Oh...? Does it? Haaah... It feels the same to me... How is it different?"
"I'm sorry, but... it feels just like Lady Deneb's... How is this possible...?"
Visually, it was Countess Yesod.
The sensation said Little Mother-in-law.
While Si-woo reeled in confusion, Deneb assessed the situation instantly.
The Mirror of Deception had flawlessly copied even the outer shape—they'd checked.
But the interior? No way to verify.
She'd assumed any minor internal differences wouldn't matter.
That was underestimating him.
Identifying a woman by the feel of fucking her...
Unimaginable.
The longer the silence, the deeper his suspicions would grow.
With his sharp mind, he might piece together the truth from fragments.
Feeling the fuse burn silently,
Deneb devised a clever counter.
"Si-woo."
"Yes."
"You're awful."
"Pardon?"
Suddenly, she twisted to look back at him over her shoulder.
Pursed lips and hurt-filled eyes.
"Are you comparing me to another woman right now, with me right here?"
"What? No! That's not it. I just..."
"You're really awful. I'm just an easy lay you can spread open whenever, and meanwhile you're thinking of someone else... That's too much..."
"What?!"
It hit Si-woo like a bolt from the blue.
He'd unintentionally racked up a promiscuous history, but he'd never treated women with such crude thoughts.
Not even in heat.
This was Deneb's first strategy: fluster him.
"I guess... Deneb and I do have similar hair colors... I knew you were a pervert, Si-woo, but I never thought you'd fuck me while imagining someone else..."
"No, really, the sensation is different!"
"You just want it to feel that way."
-Schluuup
With that, she twisted her body naturally, pulling him out.
She sat on the bed and glared at him reproachfully.
Should he apologize?
It didn't feel like Countess Yesod, and he'd wondered if some transformation magic was at play—then this reaction.
Si-woo grew even more confused.
"That's not it... I just suspect Lady Deneb might have done something. Like a disguise."
She let out a small laugh at his clumsy excuse, flashing a sultry smile.
"So... you think I'm Deneb?"
He hesitated briefly, but he had to say it.
This couldn't be brushed off.
"Yes, there are too many suspicious points."
"Si-woo."
Then, the countess—who'd been crossing her legs to hide her mound—spread them wide.
Her vivid pink folds were obscenely exposed, drawing his eyes inescapably.
"Truth is... you can think of me as Deneb if you want. I don't judge tastes. Even if you have naughty feelings for your mother-in-law... I'm fine with it. I can keep it secret."
She spread her plush mound wide with V-fingers, showing it off.
Her entrance gaped lewdly, nectar dangling like clear threads.
Utterly transformed from the prim, modest pussy he'd seen before masturbation began.
Her signature pearl-like clit stood erect, twitching like a white flag of surrender.
"Even if you fuck me rough while moaning... thinking of Deneb... I'm okay with it."
"Countess Yesod, that's really not—"
"Of course, it'd humiliate me beyond endurance, right? Spreading my legs naked just for you, trying so hard for you... only to be a stand-in for another woman. Total fucktoy treatment. You're the only one in the world who could treat me like that."
This was Deneb's second strategy.
Arouse him with depraved words no one else could utter, stripping his reason—and shatter the image of 'Deneb' in his mind.
Finding examples was easy.
Who knew better than Deneb herself what vulgar acts and filthy talk Deneb Gemernai would never do?
The very woman spreading her legs on the bed to seduce her son-in-law.
"I'll... pretend to hate it. I'll sob with humiliated tears. That's the play you want, right?"
With each line, Deneb flushed crimson from explosive shame, then drove the wedge home by spreading her pussy wide with both hands.
"...You really don't want to shove it in here?"
Deneb's strategy worked perfectly.
Si-woo was already compromised—his patience and cognition eroded by her scent.
"Hoo..."
His conclusion was clear.
"Spread that pussy wider, you slut."
Little Mother-in-law would never act like that.
2.
"Nah, no way that's happening..."
At that moment,
Al bireo staggered toward the Yesod Count Family mansion.