Chapter 841
Chapter 841
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 841
Chapter Title: Deneb's Circumstances (5)
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1.
Combining Distinct Magnetic Magics: A Discussion on the Repulsion Control Model Utilizing Phase Synchronization.
This lengthy-titled research paper was exactly what it sounded like—a theory on fusing different magnetic magics.
Normally, mixing magnetic magics with differing properties causes repulsion.
But Siu possessed various kinds of magnetic magics and had agonized over how to combine them.
The paper proposed a repulsion control model using a brand-new formula that had never existed before.
"......"
Sophia quietly shut her mouth and delved into the paper.
The pages flipped rapidly. Rustle, rustle.
The speed was incredible.
For a witch of her caliber, speed-reading was basic proficiency.
Moreover, when it came to magic, a witch's information-processing ability was closer to that of a computer than a human's.
"What do you think?"
But the feedback she expected to come right away didn't arrive.
She seemed like the type to finish skimming through it all before saying a word.
"Hold on a sec."
Sophia cut off Siu's words and kept flipping endlessly with her fingers.
Truth be told, until she'd first heard his request, she hadn't held high hopes.
She naturally didn't think he'd gain access to the Secret Archive with just one paper, either.
She didn't deny his prowess as a witch.
His strength and countless achievements had long earned him renown, hadn't they?
But as Amelia's tight-lipped best friend, Sophia also knew about Siu's unique constitution.
Strictly speaking, he was closer to a makeshift witch.
Not someone who'd steadily built a foundation since her apprentice days, but a mutant who'd absorbed others' magnetic magics thanks to his peculiar body.
So Sophia had planned to slap together some excuse for rejection, then publish one of her own ace papers under his name.
Since he owed her a big one, this much was only fair, right?
But past page 15, Sophia straightened her posture.
She focused intently, not missing a single character, and calmly traced the magic formulas.
"......Impressive."
And Sophia realized she'd underestimated him.
This wasn't a paper any run-of-the-mill witch could write.
Even as a young witch not yet a decade in, his magical knowledge was astonishingly broad and deep.
He analyzed from sharp, seasoned arch-witch perspectives across multiple angles, while also breaking free from established theories like a hot-blooded novice.
"When did you start seriously studying magic?"
"About two years ago. From Sharon and Countess Yesod."
"I see."
She'd suspected as much.
That he'd make an excellent witch.
But she hadn't imagined this level.
To solidify such foundations in just two years?
Sophia bit her lip hard.
A thorny jealousy she couldn't help welled up.
The inevitable sentiment when facing an insurmountable wall of radiant talent in a fellow traveler on the same path.
"Let me read a bit more."
But Siu wasn't her enemy.
There were too many complications to even call him a friendly rival.
Halfway through the paper he'd handed her, Sophia could no longer speed-read.
The high-dimensional, profound content overloaded her brain.
"......"
This section detailed finding the optimal solution for controlling repulsion when magnetic magics combined.
He'd created a new operator and algorithm, presenting an entirely original optimization theory.
Sophia had always seen Siu as a battle-specialized witch.
No matter how extraordinary, racking up that many feats in such a short time would be impossible otherwise.
And a battle specialist should naturally lack in scholarly stats.
Yet the more she read, the deeper Sophia's mind sank into a vortex of profound astonishment.
Chills prickled up her spine in waves.
Truly avant-garde, freewheeling thought.
Handling magic like a toy in ways no one had attempted or verified before.
If her memory served, he'd been caught in life-threatening troubles countless times.
He must not have had much time for proper research.
One question arose.
If he'd been able to focus entirely on magical research, what results might he have produced as a scholar?
"Hoo......"
"So, what do you think?"
Sophia tore her eyes from the paper and lit a cigarette.
Siu, asking as if he'd been waiting.
Lost in the waves of new knowledge, Sophia hadn't noticed two hours had already passed.
"You're infuriating."
Sophia shot him a sulky glare and pinched his cheek.
Hard enough to bring tears to his eyes.
"Wh-what is it?"
"It's absurd. How is this even possible? Haah... It feels like my whole life up till now has been invalidated."
"Nah, it's not that big a deal."
Sophia felt another surge of frustration at Siu's casual deflection and took a deep drag on her cigarette.
"Alright, my verdict. As a paper? No, it doesn't hold value in its current form. It ignores all mandatory formatting, and worst of all, the logical leaps are too extreme."
"Ah, yeah, fair point."
"Parts that need 'A is B. B is C. Therefore, A is C' get glossed over as 'A is C, so...' and such."
"I was just writing as fast as ideas came to mind, so that's probably why."
"Felt that way. Just tidy that up, and it'd be good."
It used unverified proprietary formulas and had logical gaps midway.
Yet his theory wasn't pie-in-the-sky nonsense.
If it'd been baseless drivel from wild guesses, Sophia would've spotted it instantly.
"Anyway, that's where I can help. Using this, that old headache 'Gnostic Egg' could become incredibly valuable. Amazing, really."
Sophia spoke with a hint of excitement, but Siu remained nonchalant.
"Oh, yeah, that makes sense. But could this alone get me into the Secret Archive?"
This absurd feat, and he's asking if it's enough just for archive access...
He didn't even seem aware of how monumental it'd been, leaving her deflated.
True geniuses were probably like that.
Even the lingering jealousy faded away.
"Let's properly revise it once."
"Yes, please."
Sophia was certain.
The moment this paper hit an academic journal, Gehenna would be abuzz for a while.
2.
Sophia might have a somewhat lackadaisical side, but she was every bit the arch-witch and head professor.
Once her switch flipped, she worked straight through 18 hours without a single minute's rest, completing the revision—or rather, full reassembly.
Siu assisted by filling in missing verifications beside her and occasionally massaging her shoulders.
"You worked hard."
"What do you mean? I barely did anything."
As Siu said, Sophia looked utterly drained.
Her usual bright smile appeared faded.
"Is it done now?"
"No, just supplemented the verifications. The rest needs rewriting to fit the format. Probably another day."
"Take it easy. No rush."
She was helping so much it almost felt bad.
But Sophia shook her head, sticking to her resolve.
A rare chance to repay a debt—she couldn't slack off.
"Trinity Academy's journal comes out in two days. I'll time it for then."
Trinity Academy was both an apprentice witch training ground and a university for its professors.
They published a journal every three months, and since Siu wasn't affiliated with any society, this was the fastest route.
"Right, that exists. Full paper?"
"No way. Too heavy. It'll go as a letter, so I'll condense it too."
"Whoa... I'm so grateful."
"Want me to massage your shoulders nicer?"
After bantering like that, Siu kneaded her shoulders for another 15 minutes before leaving the research building for his dorm.
"Hoo, what a varied day."
No one else awaited him at the dorm.
She'd probably made time, considerate of his suddenly busier schedule.
"Oh, right."
Siu approached the drawer and pulled out the onahole.
Beside it sat a small vial of milky liquid.
Freshly harvested semen from yesterday's onahole session.
"...Feels kinda dirty."
It felt like he'd become a patient with severe sexual deviance.
Of course, he wasn't keeping it because he liked it.
He'd planned to give it to his little mother-in-law today, but they hadn't met.
Sending semen as a gift without even seeing her face felt off.
A son-in-law mailing semen to his mother-in-law.
No matter the request, the image was too weird, right?
"Well, it'll preserve fine anyway."
It wasn't called magic lube for nothing.
Siu gripped the onahole and sloppily poured in the lube.
He dropped his pants and docked.
-Thwap thwap thwap thwap!
Back in the day, maybe, but after a life of luxurious bedmates, a store-bought onahole brought no special thrill to Siu.
"Hmm. Pretty mechanical."
Just as he said—purely mechanical fapping.
No buildup, no fun.
Warming it up first might help.
"Let's just finish quick."
To finish quick, one thing: ramp up the stimulation frequency.
Add flair to the wrist snap for near-3-reps-per-second strokes to wrap it up fast.
-Thwapthwapthwapthwapthwapthwapthwap
"Oh, better."
3.
At that moment, Deneb was trembling all over upon finally receiving the long-awaited 'signal'.
"Hng...! Hooo...!"
Near-3-reps-per-second reciprocating motion.
Plus deep, merciless insertions all the way in.
Suddenly, the memory resurfaced of being crumpled on the sofa like an object, taking his thing like a toy.
"Hooo! Uuup...!"
Deneb clamped her mouth shut tight.
The instant she'd realized pleasure was linked to her sister, she'd severed the linkage.
But without muffling herself, she'd belt out echoing moans loud enough for her sister to hear every thrust and squelch.
"Siu... so intense like this... haang...!"
Just like yesterday.
Siu using the mystery onahole despite knowing its nature.
Deneb unable to confirm the reason.
But the massive pleasure that surely hazed her mind.
"He really... knows about me... No, impossible... Aaa... Eut! Hnng!"
A long night tangled in agony and ecstasy.
Deneb's elegant garden was drenched like after a downpour.