Chapter 838
Chapter 838
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 838
Chapter Title: Deneb's Circumstances (2)
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1.
“What's that about?”
Deneb had appeared like the wind and vanished just the same.
Siu stared blankly at her retreating figure, unable to hide his bewilderment.
The only proof she'd even been here was the pair of glasses, the freshly opened cognac, and the onahole neatly placed on the table.
“...Was it just my imagination?”
He picked up the onahole first.
It was heavier than it looked.
Even back in his virgin days, Siu had always handled things by hand, so this was unfamiliar territory.
But the moment Deneb had handed it to him, he'd felt something familiar.
A faint trace of Dorothy's Revelation, so delicate it might slip away if he didn't focus...
“Tch... I definitely felt something...”
But now, there was nothing.
Just an ordinary onahole.
“Hmm.”
Siu set it down carelessly and pondered deeply.
In truth, he knew observing the onahole wasn't the priority.
His petite mother-in-law's sudden late-night visit.
The inexplicable onahole gift, paired with that subtle gaze she'd sent his way.
And the reason she'd bolted out of there.
Taken individually, none of it meant much.
But when woven together with how Deneb had always acted before, it painted a different picture.
Siu, who boasted a colorful history with women despite taking Odil and Odet as lovers.
And after Deneb had caught them in the act, she'd transformed into a mother-in-law dying to devour him whole.
But some incident had flipped their relationship entirely.
The aquarium incident could be called the turning point—trapped together, facing unknown threats back-to-back, overcoming hardships.
They'd done obligatory honeybee sex for mana recharge, and in the end, full-on messy intercourse.
After that, Deneb's attitude toward Siu had done a complete one-eighty.
No more death glares like she wanted to eat him alive.
No nitpicking about etiquette at every turn.
No shin-kicks every time they crossed paths.
If anything, she'd become his biggest supporter, even more than when he'd just rescued Odil and Odet.
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
To put it kindly about himself, he was the son-in-law who'd saved an apprentice witch's life more than twice.
Back then, he'd risked everything against the terrifying Lurye to get his petite mother-in-law out alive.
So it wasn't unreasonable for her to stop tormenting him sweetly.
Or to serve him food during meals.
Or to occasionally invite him on walks and drinks.
But...
What about that incident?
The time Deneb had swapped bodies with Lucy and slept with Siu.
His petite mother-in-law had said it was at the earnest request of her dear friend, Count Yesod, sacrificing herself for the sake of research.
When Siu grew suspicious, she'd laid on every temptation to dispel his doubts.
“Could she really...?”
Looking back, there were plenty of meaningful clues.
Sure, some witches frequented brothels or kept male lovers outright.
Rich, beautiful, eternally youthful—they chose hedonism, and plenty like that were right here in Gehenna.
Such a witch would've jumped at Count Yesod's request to bed Siu.
In the witch-heavy society starved for men, New Siu ranked number one on any "gate investigator I desperately want to sleep with" list.
But who was his petite mother-in-law?
A prim and proper orthodox witch who'd guarded her chastity her whole life, a proud countess to boot.
Even if they'd had front-and-back sex once before, would she seduce Siu again at someone else's request?
When he was her son-in-law? Using unspeakable, lascivious acts, no less?
“...”
Siu wasn't the old virgin New Siu anymore.
He'd long suspected something off about Deneb's every action.
But he'd willfully ignored those doubts.
Because she was his petite mother-in-law, and she was fully aware of that fact.
No matter that witches and apprentices weren't blood-related—son-in-law was son-in-law, mother-in-law was mother-in-law.
If their eyes met and navels followed, it'd be a full platter of incest.
He'd figured a woman of her discernment would handle it like when she'd said, "What happened in the aquarium stays in the aquarium."
No illicit feelings, naturally.
Siu looked at the onahole again.
And recalled Deneb's gaze as she'd handed it over.
Her eyes, moist with sensuality like morning dew, had seemed to throw temptation his way.
She'd excused it as semen collection, but that was just a pretext—maybe what she'd really been waiting for was...
“Nah, no way.”
In the end, like always, he shook his head to banish the suspicions.
No matter how you sliced it, this was overthinking.
Just because he was popular lately didn't mean he had to spin wild delusions like some lovesick fool.
If his petite mother-in-law knew, it wouldn't end with a mere scoff.
Either way, he'd accepted the request, so he had to follow through.
“Semen collection, right?”
Siu eyed the special lube she'd left behind.
Not plain oil—it looked like neutral mana oil, often used in alchemy.
Plus, it had the alchemical base of Fixation, perfect for preserving semen freshness.
“Yeah, that tracks.”
If it'd just been an excuse to seduce him, would she have prepared so meticulously?
Definitely just his imagination.
“I'll put it to good use.”
Perfect timing, too.
He'd been so devoted to servicing Odil and Odet that he hadn't even relieved himself.
First time trying an onahole, so curiosity piqued as well.
Pat-pat-pat-pat.
“...Not as great as I thought.”
Siu promptly enjoyed a rare happy time with the onahole Deneb had gifted him.
2.
Around that time, Deneb was burying her face in her pillow, berating herself for royally screwing up.
She'd tried so hard not to show it.
Her affection for Siu was a sweet deadly poison that could ruin their relationship.
Especially with the Siu she knew—he'd distance himself the instant he realized her feelings.
No more occasional drinks, no more escorted walks.
But she didn't need to worry about that anymore.
She'd been completely found out.
In the worst possible way.
The moment Siu saw the onahole and mentioned Dorothy, his reaction made it clear he already knew about the mu-onahole.
Handing it over as a gift was no different from telling him, "Think of me once a day and use it."
She couldn't complain if he saw her as a lust-crazed mother-in-law hitting on her son-in-law.
“What do I do... What do I do... That's not it...”
Just like her love for the twins was profound,
her feelings for Siu were anything but casual.
But after her clumsy excuse got exposed, would any late explanation matter?
One action spoke truer than a hundred unspoken sentiments.
“Siu-kun must think I'm... some loose woman...”
Just mumbling to herself brought hot tears to her eyes.
After all that emotional turmoil, one slip ruined everything...
Her aggrieved heart tore at her.
She wanted to run to him and clear the misunderstanding, but she didn't even have the energy.
It was then that something pierced her despair...
Squish!
A blunt pressure, like petals being gently rubbed—something she'd only felt a handful of times.
Then the throbbing veins, the iron-hard rigidity, the tree-trunk girth filling her belly to the brim.
“Ah...”
This sensation.
Before Deneb could even sigh,
Squish!
“Kyaaak!”
A rough thrust stabbed deep into her lower belly.
Plunged all the way in one go.
The initial sensation bordered on pain.
Even after learning woman's pleasure from Siu, she'd only endured full pistoning once.
Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Hngh! Ugh! Hngh!”
Regardless of her plight, an overwhelming speed forced insertions upon her.
And no wonder—an onahole was compact, gripped and shaken by hand.
Wristsnaps alone delivered barrages impossible without breathless pistoning in real sex.
Sensation linkage capped at 80% for stability, but the first taste of such fierce penetration was enough to overwhelm Deneb.
“Ah, aaah... Aaaah...”
Blinding light exploded before her eyes.
No matter how she thrashed or twisted, elegant spearwork mercilessly struck her weak spots.
Under the relentless assault, Deneb rolled back her eyes, tore at the bedsheets, and writhed.
By the time her underwear was soaked and back-to-back climaxes pushed her to the brink of respiratory distress,
Gloop! Gloop! Gloop!
A fierce, hot gush battered her insides.
“Haaaang!!!!”
Deneb let out an unseemly moan, reaching the fever pitch of multi-orgasm.
And a moment later.
Deneb came to her senses.
Afterglow clouded her mind, but she desperately pieced together what had happened.
“Why...?”
What had just occurred was obvious.
“Aaaah...”
Siu had used the mu-onahole.
Even knowing what it was.
Joyous fireworks burst in Deneb's crushed heart of regret and self-reproach.
Wasn't this a signal?
Like a shepherd boy tossing pebbles at a noble lady's window, beckoning her to sneak out?
Forgiving all her mistakes, telling her he understood her feelings?
“I'm coming, Siu-kun. I'm on my way, Deneb Jemernai is coming...!”
She hastily stripped, tidied herself with magic, rushed to the vanity, and patted powder on her cheeks.
The instant she finished primping and moved to dash to him,
Deneb froze as if she'd stubbed her toe on a rock.
“...”
Was it really?
Maybe some misunderstanding, or profound consideration overlooking her foolish blunder?
“Ugh, uuu...”
Deneb stamped her feet in place before ultimately staying in her room, eyes glistening with tears.