Chapter 870
Chapter 870
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 870
Chapter Title: Filial Impiety (2)
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"I got a note too..."
"I see."
I'd come here with a heavy heart, expecting a serious talk. But after this brief exchange, it was clear the little mother-in-law had received a note from the twins and headed here as well.
A three-way meeting? No, make that four-way.
The perfect setup for untangling some mystery knot we couldn't even pinpoint.
The only puzzling part was the trail of flower petals stretching from the entrance.
The already lavish decorations inside the villa gave off a strong vibe of some event—or maybe a proposal.
-Rustle
Siu's eyes flicked upward.
It was a tiny, faint presence, but the silence made it register in his awareness.
"Looks like we need to head upstairs."
"Are the twins up there?"
"Probably."
The petals weren't just on the first floor.
They carpeted the stairs leading to the second-floor bedroom, piled thick.
"What on earth is going on?"
"Who knows..."
Deneb and Siu exchanged bewildered looks, utterly baffled.
The moment Siu pushed open the bedroom door, a sense of déjà vu hit him.
"Oh, Assistant. You're here?"
"You've arrived, Master?"
Odil and Odet sat on the sofa, legs crossed, arms folded.
It reminded him of that time they'd unilaterally ditched their Tarot Town outing, striking the same intimidating pose.
They'd probably assumed this position the instant they heard Siu and Deneb coming.
A quick glance aside showed the little mother-in-law's face already clouding with sadness.
"Master."
"......"
"You like the Assistant, don't you, Master?"
"K-Kids..."
"Answer honestly."
"If you lie here, we'll get mad."
Deneb squirmed uncomfortably.
Siu couldn't stand watching any longer and stepped in.
This wasn't just her problem alone.
He didn't think it was right for all the blame to fall on her.
"Odil, Odet—I'm responsible too..."
"Stay out of it, Assistant."
"Yeah, we're talking to little Master right now."
Their icy demeanor made even Siu shrink back a bit.
With guilt weighing on him, he couldn't speak freely.
"Tell us, Master."
"You want to keep seeing the Assistant, right?"
"Don't lie. Not even once."
"We know that much already."
"......"
Even knowing it was wrong.
Even knowing she shouldn't.
Some feelings couldn't be stopped.
Deneb hesitated, then finally let tears like dewdrops fall as her answer.
"We heard you loud and clear. Now, Assistant."
"How do you see little Master?"
"How do I see her? Well..."
"We're asking if you see her as a woman."
"If she's attractive."
This round of interrogation was bolder.
The questions wove in the "Poem of Confession," forcing every thought straight out of his mouth.
Part of him wanted to dispel it, and he had the power to.
But that would just enrage the twins for sure.
Setting up this private meeting already signaled they were open to talking it out.
That was Siu's read.
"If you're asking as a woman, then yes, she's definitely attractive."
Deneb's eyes widened as she whipped her head toward him.
"In what way?"
"Her maternal aura... Her voice is so gentle... And her looks are beautiful, of course."
"What about her figure?"
"It's killer."
"......"
That was why Siu hated the Poem of Confession.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the twins fixed him with axe-like glares.
"Kids, Siu didn't do anything wrong. It was all me..."
But Deneb seemed to view this not as a place for dialogue, but a trial to assign blame.
She jumped in to defend him hastily.
"Little Master, we're talking to the Assistant right now."
"Assistant, have you ever wished to become lovers with Master?"
Both Deneb and Siu held their breath.
Siu hesitated because the question might hurt her.
"No. She's like a mother to you two, Odil and Odet. She's attractive, sure, but I've never harbored anything beyond that."
A firm answer, impossible to lie under the spell.
Deneb bit her lip, a mix of relief and disappointment flickering across her face.
"Then, if you absolutely had to do it again?"
"Do what?"
"Sleep with little Master, Assistant."
"...Depends on the stakes. If lives were on the line, I'd do it."
"And in that situation, would you feel repulsed by the act itself?"
"...I'd feel guilty toward you two, but no physiological repulsion. Of course not—with someone so beautiful."
The spell lifted.
Final questioning done, Siu and Deneb beside him could only close their eyes and await the twins' verdict.
"That'll do."
"Right, sis. That's where it all starts anyway."
"...?"
"Okay, we've decided."
"You both know you've done wrong by us, right?"
Odil and Odet nodded brightly, their heavy tone vanished like it'd never been.
No room for denial.
They continued amid the silent affirmation.
"From now on, the four of us..."
"are gonna have an orgy."
A momentary brain freeze.
Siu wondered if he'd lost hearing from the last battle.
Deneb couldn't process the twins' words at all.
"Wait a second. Did you just..."
"You heard right, Assistant."
"Not 'mutual exchange'—the '交' in wild, dizzying copulation. Orgy."
Siu was speechless at the shocking turn.
"Master, we like the Assistant."
"But we like you just as much."
"Like how you forgave us when we messed up."
"We're gonna understand your mistake too."
Deneb hadn't fully grasped the orgy part yet, but from their softened, shy tone, she realized she'd been forgiven.
"Odil... Odet..."
"And we know how happy it is to love someone."
"How hard it is to suppress those feelings."
Odil and Odet grabbed Deneb's skirt hem.
Unlike her usual clothes, it was cheap, rough fabric.
"So you don't have to do stuff like this."
Bloodstains peeked from burst, injured welts on her back.
Self-inflicted penance.
"Odil, Odet—this is..."
It wasn't asceticism to earn their approval.
Deneb pulled her straps up to hide it, but Siu had seen clearly.
No one could scar a grand witch and countess like Deneb—self-harm, obviously.
While Siu pondered awkwardly, it proved she'd writhed in greater guilt than anyone.
"We can't just ignore how much you're suffering."
The twins embraced their precious Master.
Warm mana flowed from their hands, healing the wounds.
"From now on, don't worry about us. See the Assistant freely. You too, Assistant."
"That's what the orgy is for."
Of course, he was grateful.
Forgiving him for sleeping with their near-mother Deneb—unexpectedly—and even setting this up.
Their boundless generosity deserved endless thanks.
But why did the solution lead to an orgy?
That part still baffled Siu.
"Odil, Odet. I'm truly grateful, but we can't... You know the feelings I have for her were wrong from the start."
"No. That's not true."
Odil stated firmly.
"You've always said it, Master."
"Witches must be different from humans. If we've transcended them, we cast off their shackles too."
"Sure, you're like a mother to us. But not really our mom? No blood ties. History's full of incest being okay—Bible, history books."
"Taboos on kin relations are just human culture, flipping like rubber bands by era. We're witches."
"Tiferet Duke's mentor and student with the Assistant, but lovers too!"
"It's all about perspective!"
Cast off the shackles...
Siu had heard variations of that before.
...But is this the right context?
Lost in confusion, he glanced aside. The little mother-in-law looked enlightened, eyes wide.
No.
That's not the point right now.
"I've heard your wise views. But one question."
"What?"
"I get everything else... but why do all four of us have to do it together?"
"Questioning the need for an orgy?"
"Yes."
Odil smirked, like she'd anticipated it.
"Assistant, even if we said it's fine, you wouldn't believe us."
"Yeah. You might think we're reluctantly okay with it."
"So, the best way to show it's real."
"Odil and Odet's ultimate filial piety."
That wasn't all.
"Plus, crossing that pesky 'line' at our feet definitively—this is tops."
"Once we shatter the shackles for good, little Master won't agonize anymore."
The twins pulled wild stunts often, but this wasn't impulse or desire.
Their ultimate consideration for little Master: unfilial filial piety.
Hot-blooded devotion.
"...Is that really right?"
Glancing at the little mother-in-law again, she was covering her mouth, tears streaming in deep emotion.
Moved by the twins' radical logic.
But Siu felt something off.
Their words sounded like, "To never feel cold again, we'll build cold resistance with ice-water friction!"
"Of course!"
"Got a better idea?"
"......"
Yet, coincidentally, only four people here.
Deneb, Siu, Odil, Odet.
Apprentice witches, young, with flexible views on sex and the occasional wild idea.
Deneb, older witch, but love-wise, no better than an apprentice.
The majority opinion here dragged even Siu—who'd pondered milder solutions—into the weird flow.
"...Alright."
"You never had a right to refuse anyway, Assistant."
"Master, let's bathe together."
And so, Odil and Odet's "Mother-Daughter Threesome Orgy Rice Bowl ~Hot-Blooded Filial Piety Style~" was set to proceed.