Chapter 619
Chapter 619
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 619
Chapter Title: Al bireo's Meltdown
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1.
Deep into the night, when even the crickets had fallen asleep.
Si-woo was enduring tremendous confusion all by himself.
"What the hell is this?"
This series of events had unfolded entirely without Si-woo's consent, essentially dragging him into what Al bireo deemed a "womanly disaster."
"Why on earth did Little Mother-in-law...?"
Even grasping that much didn't dispel his bewilderment.
From the circumstances, it was clear this switcheroo was a collaboration between Deneb and the Yesod Countess.
A simple line of thought led to an unexpected but straightforward conclusion.
Deneb wanted to be with Si-woo.
Whatever reasons lay behind it, she had accepted every one of his actions.
She had even taken the rough encounters she shared with the Yesod Countess without the slightest refusal.
Far from reluctantly yielding to the Countess's excessive demands, she had shown an incredibly passionate response.
But circling back to basics and asking, "Is Little Mother-in-law the type to do that?" brought the fog right back.
Was there something he had overlooked?
"Phew... I'm such a chicken."
Amid a tangle of complicated emotions, Si-woo's mouth went bone-dry as he holed up in his lodging.
He bore no direct fault in the incident.
Still, Big Mother-in-law had caught him red-handed with Little Mother-in-law, and at its root, Si-woo's messy romantic history with women left plenty of room for fallout.
How many people could keep their wits about them after witnessing a scene like that?
-Clunk
At that moment, the door creaked open, and someone stepped inside.
Turning slowly in his state of hyper-alertness, Si-woo was shocked to see Deneb of all people.
He had braced for Al bireo to burst in and yank him by the hair.
"......"
She had changed into fresh clothes and draped a thin cape over her shoulders.
It was the poised bearing of a noblewoman stubbornly refusing to bare her skin.
Human nature being contrary and all, that prim bundling only conjured memories of her flawless nude form from the climax of their recent romp.
Deneb, panting beneath him, oblivious to Al bireo's entrance, yielding to any act without protest.
He desperately fought the swelling of his member, unsatisfied after just one release.
But this wasn't the time for idle reminiscing.
Not a single stray hair marred her neatly pinned chignon, and her lips were pressed tight in a way that felt almost venomous.
No trace of that earlier vulnerability lingered on Deneb now.
"......"
If anything, she looked furious.
Only then did an earlier stray thought resurface.
Why hadn't he considered Deneb's anger?
Why assume that what was fine in the heat of the moment would still fly now that she'd come to her senses?
The things he'd done to her were too mortifying to confess stone-cold sober.
Even swept up in the mood at the time, he had no ground to stand on if she lashed out upon reflection.
"Si-woo, stand up straight."
"Yes."
Deneb advanced with that same sharp tone from before their tank ordeal, her steps purposeful.
Past experience told him the rhythm of those strides was prelude to a knee to the groin.
Even in spirit form, pain was pain.
He snapped to attention, bracing for shin-level impact.
And right on cue, Deneb swung her shoe tip.
-Tok
That strike was worlds apart from the blows he'd weathered before.
A feather-light graze that barely connected before pulling away.
Stunned, he looked up to find Deneb with arms crossed, lips pursed in a pout, as if to say, "What gives?"
"Forget it all. Anyway. Forget everything from today."
Deneb dropped her gaze demurely, as if the mere recollection was shameful.
So cute!
Little Mother-in-law!
Unable to hold back his curiosity, Si-woo spoke first.
"What's going on here?"
"......"
Her face twisted with a hundred unspoken words, yet nothing escaped her lips.
Small wonder, since Deneb was mired in her own turmoil.
She had boldly declared to her sister that she wouldn't relinquish him, planning to storm Si-woo's side that very night and seal it with a fierce kiss.
But en route back from the Yesod estate, stark memories flooded in of the lewd spectacles she'd put on for him.
The crass masturbation display, lines like "Does Deneb seem like the type?" while coyly shaking her hips at him.
The jolts from breast slaps, nipples tugged and twisted—every sensation.
Even amid those unspeakable vulgarities, she had gasped in bliss, the scenes etched vividly in her mind.
Those memories slammed the brakes on her impulsive charge, leaving her adrift with: "What if Si-woo spills every sordid detail? How would he react?"
Si-woo reveled in his opulent harem, yet his moral compass was surprisingly firm.
Hadn't he flat-out refused sex with Deneb, even in a potential life-or-death bind?
Likely because she was his little mother-in-law.
Would a man like that truly betray the twins?
No.
Worse, revealing her true feelings might push him away for good.
Their fragile status quo could shatter entirely.
She couldn't bear that.
"First off, Sister won't come. I talked her down."
Si-woo exhaled in visible relief.
He had been deeply fretful.
Channeling her old frosty demeanor as best she could, Deneb spun her lie with feigned nonchalance.
"Lucy begged me earnestly. Said she needed my help to snag a new sample."
She conveniently skipped their mutual collusion.
As the biggest victim of this plot, he'd absolve her this white lie.
"As expected."
"And everything you saw from me was an act. Couldn't let you catch on, Si-woo."
"Aha."
"Countess Lucy paid me handsomely for this 'performance.' Sister's over it, so no big worries."
Deneb patched up the mess belatedly.
This slippery fib had Si-woo nodding along readily, preferring it to her baffling outburst.
As if her clumsy deceit rang truer.
Relief mingled with poignant bitterness.
"......"
Oh, if only he'd said, "No lies. I know your heart, Deneb." She'd have fled with him to the world's edge.
She knew it was an impossible betrayal, a pipe dream.
"Good thing it's no big deal. Really gave me a scare."
His face cleared with unexpected ease before her, while Deneb's heart charred to ash within.
2.
Three days later.
Al bireo summoned Si-woo to her room.
No matter Deneb's assurances of "no worries," she couldn't quell the raw guilt prickling her own conscience.
Si-woo arrived rigid with tension at the abrupt call.
"Hello. I heard you wanted to see me."
"Yes, have a seat, Si-woo."
Al bireo crossed her legs primly, swallowing the urge to shout, "Give me back my sister!"
As feared.
Since that day, things between Deneb and Al bireo had chilled past awkward into frigid territory.
No shared meals, dodged drinks.
Any overture met pursed lips and hasty retreat.
Her sister's belated rebellion fueled these drastic steps.
"Here, take this."
"What's this?"
He eyed the delicately wrapped vial on the table.
Maybe 30mL of pale green liquid—a custom tweak on an existing potion by Al bireo.
"To head off future mishaps. Sit. This'll take a bit."
"Yes."
Al bireo smoothed her hair and began.
"From that nasty business with Deneb lately, and watching you all this time, I've reached one conclusion."
Si-woo tensed at the mention.
Little Mother-in-law swore it blew over fine, but three days on, this summons spiked his anxiety.
"If you can't rein in your urges yourself, I have to step in."
"Pardon?"
"You leash a feral dog. This is your 'leash.' Drink."
"Mind explaining first? That color screams stomachache."
"Added special mint flavor. Just drink."
Bowing to pressure, Si-woo chugged it eyes squeezed shut, shuddering against the vomit reflex.
Mint my foot—the vile taste screamed deliberate sabotage.
Seeing him drain the last drop, Al bireo explained.
"That's the Potion of the Submissive Man. Curbs erections without touching libido. Bottom line: no sex."
"...Huh?"
"Relax. I've got the counteragent, Emperor of the Night, ready."
"That name tho..."
Quirky naming aside, Al bireo dangled a pink vial before the ashen Si-woo.
"Henceforth, report who for when you need Emperor of the Night, and fetch it from me. Twins included—no exceptions. Once a month, I'll wink at it, no hesitation. Post-relations, down this potion in front of me."
"This feels off, doesn't it?"
Si-woo voiced immediate qualms.
His own baggage kept him from outright revolt, but Al bireo knew it trampled personal rights boldly.
Practically slapping a chastity device on him.
Spicy for lovers' femdom games, but a mother-in-law with the key? Pure farce.
Yet Al bireo had live-streamed an incest episode she never asked for.
She could stomach that clownery.
"Can't ignore your harem ballooning anymore. Plus, dodges sketchy demands."
Sure, the fix was laughably one-note against such intrusion.
Her rationale rang hollow from the jump.
Without bedside guard duty, he'd stray anytime he pleased, right?
But Al bireo trusted Si-woo's pathological honesty.
Suspicious fetch? She'd clock it instantly.
It neutered Deneb's "for the twins' safety" ploy at source,
And blocked him folding to her sneaky seductions.
Less leash for him, more muzzle for Deneb.
"Not so tough, eh?"
Bonus: prime glaring ammo for the insolent son-in-law.
"Phew, heartburn's history."
Finally landing a hit after endless Ls, Al bireo savored the petty triumph as he slunk out.