Chapter 871
Chapter 871
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 871
Chapter Title: Filial Impiety (3)
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1.
To inoculate Deneb against feelings of sin and prove the twins' complete understanding, the four-way began.
No matter that they were witches, it was obvious this was sex perched at the very pinnacle of depravity.
Embracing the twin sisters in one bed wasn't enough—they were even claiming the body of their mother, who looked no different from an older sister.
It was the ultimate taboo, the kind any man might fantasize about once but could never hope to realize.
Even twins knew it wasn't easy to cross that line while in their right minds.
So the three of them knocked back half a bottle of strong brandy each to dull their sense of taboo, while Siu buried his face deep in Deneb's scent.
"Hutcha."
Odil and Odet stripped off their clothes with reckless abandon.
Unrealistically pale, flawless bare skin. Perky breasts, plump and firm asses.
Their juicy, suckable lower lips gleamed starkly naked under the moonlight.
They put on a show of nonchalance, but it was clear they were embarrassed by the situation.
Their ears wouldn't be that red just from the alcohol.
"……."
But the one gripped by the greatest shame and resistance in this moment was none other than Deneb.
She'd barely managed to shed her outer layers.
She stood there awkwardly, not daring to touch her underthings.
She understood the twins' feelings.
She even accepted their point.
But this was a full-blown orgy.
Blood or no blood, Odil and Odet were the apprentices she'd raised from childhood—and now they were sharing a bed with Siu, the man the twins loved, her own son-in-law.
The alcohol had made Deneb a bit more honest.
But was this truly okay? Was it right?
The nagging doubts coiled endlessly, stalling her hands at her underwear.
"Master?"
"Odet."
Odet crept up to Deneb, shy and hesitant.
Deneb turned her eyes away from the girl's birthday-suit nakedness.
She'd seen her nude plenty of times before.
As master and apprentice witch, they'd bathed together on numerous occasions.
No lust stirred in her—not even a speck, not in this moment.
But Odet's bare body dredged up the awkward reality of their situation, making it hard to face.
"Master's no good at this stuff, so we'll show you the ropes first."
"Uh, y-yeah?"
"Aigoo... Master's getting all shy, and now I'm embarrassed."
"I get your feelings, Odet, but... do we have to go this far...? Ah?!"
Deneb had been clawing her way back to sanity, away from the mad current—only to forget her next line at the sight before her.
"As expected of our pervert assistant—hard just from sniffing our hair."
"This is kinda embarrassing."
"Hold still. I'll make you feel good. Chuup...Jjuuup..."
Siu's muscular frame, perched on the edge of the bed.
The body she'd sketched in her fantasies countless times had grown even more developed.
But what left her dumbfounded went beyond that.
It was the side profile of Odil, hunkered between his sturdy thighs like armrests, lavishing oral attention on his towering pillar.
"Wh-what is that...?"
"It's called fellatio. Foreplay."
Odet flashed a shy, somehow proud smile at Deneb's shock.
But Deneb wasn't surprised by the existence of oral sex.
She'd accidentally glimpsed Lucy Yesod on her knees before Siu once, servicing him that way.
No, the shock came from realizing fellatio was something that happened naturally between lovers.
Lucy Yesod had a masochistic streak, getting off on being dominated by men.
So in Deneb's mind, blowjobs were for women with wildly unique tastes like her—sorry, but that was the impression.
In an era far more open than her own, plenty of conservative women still recoiled at the idea.
How freakish must it have looked through Deneb's eyes, rooted in 19th-century sensibilities?
And the one doing it was her precious apprentice Odil—looking quite skilled at it, no less.
"Umm-ul...Uum...Jjuup...Jjook, jjook..."
Odil tenderly worked her lips and tongue over the thick shaft, big enough to cover half her face.
She'd started gentle, nursing just the tip—then flicked her tongue down the length, oiling up even the ballsack with care.
"The assistant loves it when you do the underside too."
It was too shocking to brush off as mere lewdness.
Deneb's lingering maternal instincts slammed the brakes on her reason.
"Odet, can't we just keep it... normal?"
"This is basic between lovers, Master. And look how diligently he's getting it."
"Odet, your turn."
Odil wiped the drool pooling at her lips with her wrist and switched places.
The next scene was even more provocative.
"Assistant, lie back comfortably."
"Odet-nim, even so, that's a bit..."
"Assistant has no right to refuse!"
Siu climbed fully onto the bed and lay back, with Odet draping over him.
Except their heads pointed opposite ways.
It was like laying a 6 and 9 flat.
"No way..."
"That's right, Master. Mutual oral. Pretty hot, huh?"
With the 6 on top being smaller, Siu needed a pillow propping his neck to reach.
Odet gripped his thick cock and bobbed her head, mimicking Odil's technique.
"Haa... Churup... Assistannn..."
Deneb clapped a hand over her mouth at the sight of his thick tongue writhing like some alien creature, probing Odet's front and back holes.
How could it be this explicit?
No fishy slurps escaped his lips, no nipple-pinching or breast-slapping—just a dense, viscous caress that screamed "intimate."
"Now it's Master's turn."
Odet, cheeks flushed from her demonstration, called out to Deneb.
"K-kids, I don't have to do this. I believe what you say..."
"It's fine, Master."
"You have to shake off those shackles."
Fair enough.
The whole situation was an absurd taboo—but it was also a gift brimming with the twins' consideration.
If Deneb played prim at this point, it'd just look ridiculous.
"Haa... fine."
Deneb nodded reluctantly.
2.
I had no idea where things had gone off the rails.
But one thing was certain.
Never had such a humid wave of excitement crashed over me lately.
I glanced up at my mother-in-law's face, on all fours above me.
"Chuup, churrurup..."
Her youthful looks and refined, older-woman aura—yet here she was, her small mouth stuffed full with my cock.
Her plump, slick lips glided up and down, delivering perfect suction.
Her hot, marshmallow-soft tongue squirmed, gifting obscene tenderness.
The cleavage spilling from her bra—its size and shape alone teased male desire.
I'd tried ignoring it rationally, averting my eyes, but Deneb's bust was even bigger than Sharon's, wasn't it?
"Jjuuup, kolok... Siu... is this right?"
No matter what the twins said, in my mind, the master-apprentice bond between witches was mother-daughter.
Those violet eyes, identical to the twins', kept reminding me.
Like Adam and Eve's fruit or Pandora's box, weren't humans drawn to the forbidden?
So it was—separate from any moral compass—that the cock still slick with her daughter's saliva now filled her mother Deneb's mouth, sending electric thrills up my spine, a dangerously intoxicating rush.
"That's right, Master. But no teeth—be careful."
"And he said softer stimulation beats hard sucking."
"R-really?"
Deep in the act, she'd forgotten the twins for a moment—but their coaching made her face burn hotter.
She buried her head back between my legs without a word.
The stray hairs poking by my ears tickled my thighs, sending shivers.
Just occasional nose-breaths.
Her eyes, closed in focus on the task, flew wide open.
"Master, keep going."
"O-Odil...!"
"It's fine—we're all nude too."
"I-I can undress myself!"
Odil and Odet had laid hands on Deneb's bra and panties.
-Slosh
Unhook the back, and her freed breasts swelled into riper fruit.
Odil rolled down the panties, crotch soaked damp.
Deneb might've let that slide.
But what Odil did next was utterly perverse—and utterly forbidden.
"Chok."
Deneb's petals, softly wet and fully exposed, defenseless.
Odil's lips kissed them.
Even in an orgy meant to shatter boundaries, some lines simply couldn't be crossed.
Deneb yelled at Odil without thinking, her voice stern.
"Girl! Odil...!!!"
"Eek...!"
Odil flinched, conditioned by years of scoldings from her master.
"That's... not okay..."
But as Deneb recalled how they'd reached this point, her voice softened—and Odil stood firm.
"Master, that's proof you're still thinking of us only as your daughters."
"Of course—you're my, my... children..."
"Then you'll keep suffering every time you're around the assistant. That's not what we want!"
"Right, Master. And it's not weird at all. Sis and I do it with the assistant all the time when we sleep together. Feels better, and it's key to avoiding injury."
Deneb's eyes wavered.
Maybe, like fellatio, this was hardly special in modern sensibilities?
Well, the whole act was an orgy to cross that line.
Nitpicking now would be the real joke.
Deneb bowed her head.
"A-alright."
"Yes— we'll keep going till it feels good."
"Assistant, kiss me."
The resulting tableau went like this.
Siu, half-reclined, receiving Deneb's fellatio.
Odet in his arms, kissing deep while her sprout got teased by hand.
Deneb, fellating while drinking in their sticky kiss, head tingling.
Odil, lapping the long slit from Deneb's sprout to her petals.
Utterly unfilial—yet breathtakingly beautiful.
A feast of tangled nudes and lewd acts.