Chapter 616
Chapter 616
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 616
Chapter Title: Deneb's Deviance (3)
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1.
Si-woo was massive.
Thick and long, reminiscent of the can from the world's most famous energy drink, the one with the slogan "Unleash the monster within you."
If she didn't have such a sturdy spirit body, Deneb would have been screaming in agony from that enormous thing relentlessly pounding into her.
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
"Haang...! Krhng...! Kyaaak...!"
Deneb had started off getting pressed into mating press position on the bed, but now she was crumpled up and tossed onto the one-person sofa.
Her disheveled state was utterly depraved.
Her legs folded high toward the sky.
Her waist bent so sharply that her junction was fully exposed at a glance.
Her thighs pinned down mercilessly by his thick hands, leaving her wriggling like an upturned bug but unable to move an inch.
It was a posture straight out of a flesh toilet designed solely for receiving a man's semen.
Originally, she hadn't planned to go this far.
Even when they'd had sex in the aquarium after he'd inhaled her scent, it had just been plain old missionary.
She'd had no intention of ever allowing such a perverse position...
It was strange.
Was it because she was wearing the mask of Lucy Yesod?
Or had her long-matured desires, planted in the soil of depravity, finally bloomed into her lewd true nature?
Even as she felt anger and humiliation at his sadistic acts, her body shuddered with pleasure instead.
A heartbreaking urge filled her head, making her feel like she'd eagerly comply even with the most twisted demands.
No need to look far for examples of such perverse requests.
The very thing happening to Deneb right now was one.
-Slap!
"Si...! Si-woo...! Kyaaak...!"
His hand whipped across one of Deneb's breasts, wrapping around it fiercely.
Her jiggling tits swayed left and right.
The stinging pain spread hotly, while her marshmallow pussy clenched around his cock with a twitch.
"As expected, you like it when you're hit, don't you, Countess?"
"No...! I hate it...! I don't like this...!"
Red handprints bloomed like autumn leaves across Deneb's pale breast.
He was smacking her tits like cheeks, using ridiculous excuses like "your pussy doesn't squeeze right" or "you can't even keep your pussy in check and cum without permission."
Did she feel rage at such insulting words and actions...?
Surprisingly, not at all.
What if she'd heard them in her right mind?
His nonsensical verbal abuse as justification for punishment went far beyond mere sexual harassment—it was outright rudeness.
If anyone else had said the same, she'd have ripped out their tongue on the spot.
And that brazen hand slapping her breasts? She'd have severed the wrist if it belonged to someone else.
Yet Deneb felt a sweet thrill instead.
-Thud!
Each time Si-woo slammed his hips down roughly, Deneb's body, sinking deeper into the sofa, trembled for a moment.
From earlier, his skillful hip movements had been mercilessly stirring the deepest parts of her insides, shoving her relentlessly into the swamp of climax without a shred of mercy.
Her head felt numb, on the verge of blacking out.
Comparing this sweetness to sugar or honey wouldn't do it justice.
It was like her mouth was stuffed full of saccharin or aspartame.
An overwhelming ecstasy where the sweetness was so intense it bordered on a sharp tang and bitterness.
That was the kind of pleasure Deneb was feeling now.
"S-Si-woo... I'm sorry... I'm gonna... cum again...!"
"No can do. We had a deal, remember?"
"Let me... cum... Hic...! Just this once...! From now on, I'll keep my pussy in check...! Please...!"
"Nope."
And yet, here she was begging like this.
Even though her face was twisted in an unsightly grimace that she could tell without a mirror, babbling vulgar words she'd never uttered in her life.
-Slap!
"Hieeeuk...!"
All that came back was a scorching tit-slap.
And for Deneb, whose whole body was ablaze like it had been doused in lust-fire, it only accelerated her climax further.
"I... I really can't hold it anymore... I can't keep my pussy in check anymore... Haaang...!!!!"
"You're hopeless, Countess. You even enjoy the punishment... How about this, then?"
With those words, Si-woo pinched Deneb's erect nipple between his fingertips.
Then he twisted it mercilessly.
"If I stretch these out nice and long like this, can you hold it?"
"Nooo...! Don't... twist it... like thaaat...!"
Not satisfied with that, his rough hands yanked her pretty teardrop-shaped breasts until they resembled pointed Kiss chocolates.
"No...! No no no... For real...!"
Deneb tried to protest him with her pleasure-slackened tongue, but the pain only made her pussy clamp down harder, cruelly amplifying the ecstasy.
"Hikuuu...!!!"
A bizarre, beastly wail escaped her unbidden as Deneb's eyes rolled back white.
No time to beg for permission.
Even though her body was buried so deep in the sofa she couldn't twitch, she felt herself hurled into the high void.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Kyaa...! Hnggak...! Krrk...!"
Under the combo of breathless continuous orgasms and nipple screw-stretching, Deneb let out beaten-down groans as she tumbled into climax.
2.
"Haa... What the hell?"
At that moment, Al bireo was deeply flustered.
Lying on the sofa, she'd been waiting for Deneb's unusually intense masturbation session to end for over an hour now.
Yet the waves of pleasure showed no sign of stopping.
She might have let it slide up to this point, generously assuming it was fine.
But the sensation stimulating her belly like mad from a little while ago was on a whole different trajectory from Deneb's usual solo play.
If she had to pinpoint it, it felt like something deep inside her belly was being stimulated, bringing waves of pleasure?
And less like she was moving herself, more like someone else was moving for her?
Of course, with zero experience with men, Al bireo couldn't confidently distinguish it.
"If I had to say..."
It felt strikingly similar to the sensation when Deneb and Shin Si-woo had been captured together in the aquarium and had penetrative sex.
But that didn't mean she could jump to conclusions that Deneb was doing something illicit.
Al bireo, with her broad sexual knowledge, knew that insertion toys for women existed.
Dildos and the like.
If Deneb had grown dissatisfied with hand play and bought a masturbation device, it would explain the recent string of orgasms and this penetration-exclusive pleasure.
"Huu... Huu... I'm seriously going insane..."
But even trying to think optimistically, a seed of doubt kept sprouting in the center of her chest.
Is this really just a toy?
What if Deneb's actually doing it with Si-woo?
She wanted to trust her lifelong little sister, but Deneb's recent behavior had cracked that solid faith.
Of course, even without Al bireo doing anything, time would reveal the truth.
The mana surge from his ejaculation produced pleasure on a whole different level from regular orgasms.
If normal linked pleasure was around 50%, the climax from ejaculation felt like nearly 100% transfer.
Once that overwhelming pleasure hit, it would prove Deneb had committed "sex with son-in-law" rather than "masturbation."
Her thoughts reached that point, and Al bireo instinctively pinpointed Deneb's location.
"Huh?"
Al bireo's face, heaving from holding back pleasure, drained white instantly.
Deneb's presence, which she'd assumed was holed up in her room, was suddenly emanating from near the Yesod Count Family estate.
What the hell?
Her little sister only ever played with herself alone in her room or bathroom.
Was Deneb suddenly getting whimsical and going to a friend's house for an away-game masturbation session?
"Wait wait wait..."
Al bireo desperately calmed her body.
The crisis sense that her sister might have crossed the final line quelled even a century's worth of lust.
It even jammed her sharp wits.
The only thought in her mind right now was to check her sister's state and prove her innocence.
"No way... Krh...!"
Al bireo bolted to her closet, grabbing and donning outdoor clothes.
Heading out while intense pleasure was assaulting her? Insane.
Utter madness.
But she had to go.
She needed to see it with her own eyes to be satisfied.
Al bireo lined her panties with the panty liner she'd prepared recently because of Deneb, wrapped herself in the Song of Silence, and raced toward the count family estate like the wind.
Or tried to.
"Huu... Ngh... Deneb, if you're really doing this, you absolutely can't..."
She ended up shuffling along like a routed soldier, thighs rubbing together desperately.
3.
It was the same Ars Magna Town, but the estate was so vast that it took nearly an hour on foot via the roads.
After all sorts of ordeals, Al bireo had cut that down to 15 minutes, but her appearance was a sight to behold.
Only natural.
To take the shortest path, she'd vaulted walls and cut through woods.
When climax hit, she'd braced her buckling knees and caught her breath.
The result: hair sweat-matted to her cheeks, panting breaths, and a flushed face.
If a stranger saw, rumors like "Countess Al bireo lost her mind and went jogging in the dead of night" would spread.
No time for leisure, needless to say.
The closer she got to the Yesod Count Family, the more the pleasure intensified, amplifying her anxiety.
"......"
Al bireo's gaze fixed piercingly on the third-floor terrace.
That was it.
Nothing overtly strange from the outside.
But it looking like a bedroom rather than a bathroom added weight to her ominous premonition.
"Huu... Huu... It's probably nothing."
As she desperately pulled herself together.
Al bireo glimpsed something unbelievable through a gap in the curtains.
It was Deneb leisurely sipping from a glass.
No.
That wasn't Deneb.
Al bireo hurried to the first-floor window.
No need for stigma linkage or getting closer—she could tell.
Over a century together as sisters.
Even with identical appearances, she could distinguish from the tiniest gestures.
"Hik...!"
That instant, her eyes met those of the witch disguised as Deneb, who had glanced out the window.
Her eyes bulged rigidly, still holding up the glass.
Even the surprised expression was nothing like Deneb's.
"What the hell are you doing? Countess Yesod."
"N-No, I, uh... Um..."
At first just a hunch, but her obvious fluster without denial confirmed it was Countess Yesod.
And it wasn't just suspicion.
Lucy's body rippled like waves, reverting from Deneb's form to her original.
"Huh? What's going on...?"
Another restriction of the Mirror of Deception.
If the disguise was seen through, the transformation unraveled.
It was a limitation even Lucy, who'd only used it idly with Diana at Halloween, hadn't known about.
"Deneb's up there right now, isn't she?"
Al bireo's voice was colder than ever.
"Y-Yes."
"Shin Si-woo's up there too, right?"
"......"
No answer was answer enough.
"That little bastard...!"
Al bireo charged upstairs like the wind.
No time to ask why Countess Yesod was in that state.
Even feeling climax approaching with every step up the stairs, her fury-fueled steps didn't falter.
Standing before the firmly shut wooden door, all sorts of vulgar noises leaked out.
No need to explain what they were.
Al bireo kicked the door open like she was smashing it.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!!!!"