Chapter 817
Chapter 817
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 817
Chapter Title: Linne's Dream (2)
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It was a situation much like waking from a dream and slipping into Amelia's.
A glimpse of the real-world larch forest flashed briefly across his vision.
The difference was that he'd seen Amelia, who had been sleeping soundly, open her eyes, only to get sucked back into the dream world.
Through his heavy eyelids, Siu could see Amelia wide awake with bright eyes, so perhaps only he had entered the dream.
That might mean the homunculus had a particular obsession with trapping Siu in dreams...
Such scattered thoughts quickly faded away.
No, it was hard to dismiss them as mere trivia—they were serious issues—but for now, they slipped his mind.
"Linne wants to drink Papa's milk with her lower mouth too."
Because a scene and line that left his mind blank had just spilled from Linne's lips.
Linne, her yukata half-undone and draped around her waist, legs spread wide, flaunting the sweet folds between her soft, mochi-like thighs.
It was still a smooth mound he hadn't seen many times yet, one that made him want to suck on it greedily every time.
Siu blinked and scanned his surroundings.
The place was Hyangwolru. It was quite hot and humid.
Unlike Amelia's dream, this one seemed set in summer.
And Siu was naked too.
Everything felt hazy, like silk moth silk, but one thing was certain.
This was Linne's dream.
Which meant...
Linne apparently viewed a steamy night with Siu as the ideal scenario.
"......"
That made sense.
He could understand it.
Siu had peeked into her memories and knew exactly what the Curse of Deprivation chained her to.
The way Linne was especially sensitive in bed stemmed from that, and sex with her loved one fulfilled the emotional connection her empty heart craved.
Even understanding all that, the shock hadn't worn off for one reason.
What had Linne just called him?
"......"
Siu blinked again and looked at Linne.
Even in this situation, her body was sensual.
The harmony of her noble appearance and aura with the naked form that stirred a man's lust.
And when Linne's eyes, which exuded a chilling, blade-like intimidation, melted sweetly with desire, it sent shivers of allure down his spine.
"Papa. Won't you give Linne her first kiss down there?"
Linne's smooth legs wrapped around Siu's waist.
A coquettish wriggle, as if begging him to enter her right now.
If he just aligned the angle and let the tip rest at her entrance, she looked ready to pull his hips in and take him herself.
"It'll be hot and feel so good. Way better than Linne's mouth."
Only then did Siu notice how wet the thing clinging to her lower lips was, slick from prolonged sucking.
He reconfirmed that her term of endearment was indeed "Papa."
"Papa..."
Linne's eyes crumpled sadly at Siu's dazed, frozen expression.
Siu hadn't known she could make such rich expressions.
That stoic Linne could pull off any coquettish act and make him want to indulge her.
Like a fox spirit from a legend weaving temptation.
"You don't need to feel guilty. Linne seduced Papa first, right?"
Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine like he'd been doused with winter water.
A crucial fact had hit him.
This wasn't the time for distractions.
Whether their relationship in this world was truly father-daughter or just role-play didn't matter right now.
First, he needed to snap her out of it.
Everyone has their secret kinks.
Siu had his own, so he understood.
But even with a loved one, exposing them to others was a whole different issue.
Siu had unwittingly opened Linne's Pandora's box without her knowledge.
He had to close it before seeing more.
Cover it up.
"Papa."
"Wait..."
"Linne will give birth to a little sister."
Siu's mouth clamped shut like he'd been struck in the back of the head with a sledgehammer.
No chance to act before crossing the point of no return.
Too late to reveal the truth and pull her brakes.
He hadn't just opened Pandora's box—he'd rifled through everything inside.
"I'll treasure Papa's baby and make sure to give birth to a cute little sister. So hurry up and..."
No effort to seduce, no straining for words.
It was like a female instinct, knowing exactly what lines would stir Siu's taboo conquest lust.
Siu made a decision.
Linne must never realize this dream was her ideal fantasy.
And she must never know the Siu here was the "real" Shin Siu, not her imagined creation.
All for Linne's dignity.
So, what was the best way?
First, play along with her dream.
Honestly, Linne coquettishly calling him "Papa" with that title locked in was TNT-level arousal for his dick.
It wouldn't be hard to go along.
Then, somehow put distance between them, summon Red Branch, and tear the dream apart.
When Linne returned to reality, she'd keep her embarrassing dream to herself, and Siu would play dumb like he knew nothing.
"Ahem, well then. No take-backs later, got it?"
He grabbed her ankle.
Linne's legs spread in a flexible angle.
As a result, her pussy gaped even more obscenely.
First, pound her senseless till she passes out.
With that in mind, he looked at Linne's face.
"......"
Siu realized things weren't going as smoothly as planned.
Just moments ago, Linne had gazed up at him with sticky, coquettish eyes.
But now, she was blinking repeatedly with a dazed look.
Like someone snapping out of hypnosis—what would their reaction be like?
Having faced countless troubles, predicaments, and awkward situations, Siu read the room instantly.
Just like every time he got tangled in these events, it seemed he'd failed again.
"...Ah."
Linne groped for the memory that flashed past her mind like a rapid torrent.
Like how a dream's plausible logic crumbles into absurdity upon waking.
Linne's ideal fantasy setting shattered spectacularly.
Her complexion cracked in tandem.
The Soul Witch, the larch forest, the homunculus she'd last seen, and its eerie glow.
The summer festival, silver crucian fishing, shrine fireworks and kiss, seducing a flustered Papa.
The Siu she'd once kidnapped in the past, the Siu before her now.
Papa who took her in, Papa who never saw her as a woman.
The jumbled info in her head sorted into truth and lies.
Linne's cool-headed mind derived the reality from the chaos.
The situation until moments ago had been nothing but a sweet dream conjured by some magic.
Led by her hidden desires, she'd lavished affection on an imaginary Papa.
But the Siu now was not that fantasy— he was her Husband, the real Shin Siu.
If she'd been in her right mind even a little, she'd have noticed instantly, but her body had been too aroused, delaying the sense of wrongness.
A wandering ronin Papa and her somewhat clumsy Husband were distinguishable by expression alone.
So, when had the incongruity started?
'Linne wants to drink Papa's milk with her lower mouth too.'
From that shameless line.
And after that...
'It'll be hot and feel so good. Way better than Linne's mouth.'
'You don't need to feel guilty. Linne seduced Papa first, right?'
'Linne will give birth to a little sister.'
'I'll treasure Papa's baby and make sure to give birth to a cute little sister. So hurry up and...'
She'd fired off one gem-like line after another like a barrage of rockets.
Now, a self-Q&A.
Q. What would Husband think seeing Linne spout those lines?
A. A wanton daughter hoping to bear a sibling through incest.
"......"
In the suffocating silence.
Linne moved first.
As if it had never happened, she tightened her yukata and scanned the surroundings with a sharp expression.
"Husband, are you back to your senses?"
Her demeanor was like a wild beast bristling its fur, wary of threats.
"It seems we've been caught in the homunculus's self-generated magic."
"Y-Yeah."
"A type that casts illusions to stimulate lust."
Linne declared it as absolute fact.
"To use such bizarre sorcery..."
She desperately insisted the version of herself Siu had seen wasn't some "ideal fantasy" but a product of the sorcery.
"This is bad. We need to get out of here fast."
Siu tried to play along, but even one vague response made Linne's momentum crumble visibly.
Ad-libs weren't his strong suit.
Besides, as proven before, Linne's intuition was razor-sharp.
From her husband's ambiguous reaction, she realized this dream was the delusion she'd spun—and that it had been exposed.
"......"
Linne opened and closed her mouth like a goldfish.
Soon, she hung her head in resignation, her ears turning red as if steaming up.
"I'm not a pervert."
"I know."
"You're the one with perverted tastes, Husband. I'm normal."
"You're right."
Linne grabbed Siu's yukata hem with trembling hands.
Her eyes were on the verge of tears.
"Lady Linne."
He knew he should comfort her, but her reaction was unfairly cute.
Teasing her outright would make her even cuter.
Just once—couldn't he?
How could he resist?
"Should I call you Papa from now on instead of Husband? Gahk!"
That day, Siu learned that even the perfect wife would deliver a body blow if you yanked her reverse scale.
"Don't! Don't!"
He also discovered that when Linne was truly, deeply embarrassed, she'd pummel his chest and bawl her eyes out.