Chapter 977 – #210_Cupid Eros Amor(3)
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1.
When Deneb is stimulated and takes action, Albireo is affected, and conversely, when Albireo is stimulated and takes action, Deneb is affected.
Thus, a never-ending loop of a bottomless pit was completed.
Ultimately, Albireo, who recently showed the end of her shamelessness by playing with her son-in-law as a side dish, and Deneb, who unexpectedly kissed her, are the culprits.
Even if it’s Deneb, Albireo has to face Siwoo continuously for etiquette and waltz lessons.
However, Albireo did not run away.
Everyone has a different way of dealing with a crisis, but for Albireo, it was always the same.
It’s a direct confrontation.
Yes.
Frankly, she made an embarrassing mistake.
But the only person who knows that is Albireo.
Rather, if she were to entrust Siwoo’s lessons to someone else or act awkwardly, it would be a second shame.
Why?
Because there was one mistake, but if she doesn’t repeat it, that’s it.
It’s like proving that it was a momentary mistake and giving up the chance to redeem her mistake.
It’s not a year or two, but just a little over a week left.
If she maintains a clear mind and doesn’t waver, everything will be proven.
Albireo’s shame, known only to Albireo, can only be repaid by Albireo’s actions.
And it was very difficult, but Albireo did it.
Today is the third day of Viennese waltz lessons.
Albireo’s teaching, which assumed composure without the slightest mistake, was nothing short of a victory of reason.
“Lucy.”
“Yes.”
“What does a kiss feel like?”
“Pfft…!”
During a tea time on a sunny afternoon, a crimson tea shower created a rainbow on Lucy Yesod’s white dress.
When she first made an appointment with her, she naturally thought it would be a consultation about irregular succession or Dandelion.
The Yesod family was lucky to escape the scandal, but Jemina and Siwoo were having a hard time.
But Albireo, who is usually so bright and sharp, seemed dazed today and suddenly asked a question like a teenage Diana.
She wondered if she had misheard.
“Cough! Cough…! What, what do you mean?”
Even if Lucy and Albireo are close, they are both mature witches.
It was awkward for witches who have gone through thick and thin to have such a fresh conversation.
“I asked about kissing?”
But Albireo blinked her eyes as if it were no big deal.
“Why all of a sudden?”
“I’m curious. Lucy, you’ve kissed before, right?”
She even crosses the line she usually keeps in conversations.
Lucy seriously wondered if she had time-slipped and returned to about 80 years ago.
Maybe when Lucy and Albireo were a little more coltish, such a topic of conversation could have come up.
At that moment, Lucy felt a strange sense of déjà vu.
Deneb, who used to cry her eyes out to Lucy, saying, ‘I’ve fallen in love with my son-in-law.’
Why does her younger sister’s appearance overlap with Albireo’s?
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“It’s nothing.”
Oh, it can’t be.
Lucy shook off the silly déjà vu.
That’s because Albireo seems a bit dazed, but she seems to be maintaining her reason quite calmly.
Indeed, even compared to Deneb, Albireo, the older sister, was always the more clear-headed one.
“Of course, I have.”
“Honestly, isn’t it unpleasant? You’re exchanging saliva. It’s clearly an unsanitary act. I don’t understand why such an act is expressed as proof of love!”
Albireo slammed the tea table and raised her eyebrows.
She asked a question and suddenly started picking a fight.
“Ah, Albireo, why are you angry at me?”
“I’m not angry. But I don’t understand at all. I hope you can share your experience to come to a rational conclusion.”
“Albireo. I guess, but have you never kissed before?”
“Me? With whom?”
“Well…”
Then why did this topic of conversation suddenly come up?
Did she happen to see Deneb kissing Siwoo?
If that’s the case, it makes sense that Albireo is angry.
It also makes sense that she’s asking what a kiss feels like.
Lucy accepted the incident within a reasonable range.
“Actually, if you look at the act itself, it is unsanitary. But I think we do it because there is more pleasure than that.”
“What is it like?”
“Well… the texture is very soft, fluffy, smooth, and sticky. You can feel the sensation of excited breaths brushing against your upper lip, and your heart beats very fast. And usually, you don’t just kiss. It’s like a warm-up before moving on to full-fledged sex.”
“……”
Did I go too far? She looked at Albireo, but she was just making the face of a novice witch who couldn’t keep up with the progress, with a frown between her eyebrows.
“Look here, Albireo, when you kiss, your hands naturally become free, right?”
“Right?”
“At that time, you can caress your body, hold it tightly, and increase the excitement towards your partner. It’s like getting to know each other little by little and matching your breathing… like dancing a waltz?”
“……”
Lucy, who was continuing her explanation, ended up with a bitter smile.
Lucy Yesod, the best erotic novel writer in Gehenna, found it difficult to explain when she actually tried to.
That’s not because her expression is lacking or she has no experience.
“If you have a chance, you’ll know if you do it yourself. Actually, no matter how much I talk about it, it will feel completely different.”
Rather, because she is expressive and experienced, she knows that she cannot convey that lovely act in words.
“Who are you teasing? Do you think I would do such a vulgar act?”
Albireo, who had been asking questions, got angry and got up from her seat.
“…Did I say something wrong?”
Lucy tilted her head, watching her leave.
2.
Albireo pondered with her usual, unwavering, cold judgment that even gods would fear, and with the brain of an intellectual who suppresses the pull of instinct with the chains of reason.
“Then… what does sex feel like?”
Let me say in advance that this was a very natural curiosity.
She was just suddenly curious about kissing, and having heard the answer from the Count of Yesod, it was a logical inference and question.
“Hmm…”
She roughly knows the sensation itself.
She had indirect experience through Deneb.
But when you think about it, sex is a very shocking and vulgar act.
Just showing her chest for a moment due to an accident made her heart feel like it was going to explode, but she has to show that chest all the time.
Not only that?
Not only showing it, but it might be touched freely by Siwoo’s rough hands.
If her soft breasts are squished like dough and she kisses him as if clinging to him, the next step will naturally come.
She will take off all her clothes and show him everything, including her genitals.
“No way.”
How could this not be a shocking act?
Although the ending was not good, she was in awe of Deneb’s decision to allow her back door to be opened for the sake of ‘verification’.
Looking back now, Albireo couldn’t believe how she had even thought of ‘observing’ from the side.
Of course, this is a different impression of the same experience due to the difference in perception.
Just as Deneb, who was ignorant of male-female relationships at the time, treated ‘verification’ as a special magic experiment, Albireo also recognized it as a slightly embarrassing farce.
But now Deneb knows love.
Albireo is also wondering if she knows what excitement is.
“Ugh…”
She suddenly felt hot.
This is because Albireo’s memory, which is comparable to a recording device, reproduced the scene of that day in too much detail.
‘Sister! Sister! Haaang…! Haang!’
Her calm and composed younger sister, being poked and prodded by a penis, flailing her arms.
The way she desperately looked for Albireo with her uncontrolled breathing, as if hiccuping.
If Albireo had taken Deneb’s place that day, would she have shown the same disgrace?
“There’s no way.”
She would never have done that.
She was somewhat certain of that.
Didn’t Albireo manage to withstand the pleasure of intercourse that was conveyed through Deneb?
It was certainly difficult to endure with ordinary patience, but she was able to shut her mouth and hold back her moans in front of others.
The mere pleasure of the flesh would not have overcome Albireo’s noble spirit to maintain her dignity.
-Knock knock
“Albireo, it’s Shin Siwoo.”
“Come in.”
There was a knock and Siwoo walked in.
It wasn’t a sudden visit.
In addition to the waltz, Albireo took time in between to supplement his lack of culture.
Of course, it was the first time she had quietly called him to her office late at night for a literature lesson…
Albireo’s steel-like reason had prepared an answer for this as well.
Nietzsche described the human of the day as a being who pursues an ideal life, clarity, and reason.
On the other hand, the human of the night was described as a being who explores the realm of ambiguity, intuition, emotions, and senses.
Of course, it’s more of a philosophical metaphor than an expression of tendencies according to the actual day and night, but literature is inherently ambiguous, intuitive, sensual, and emotional.
In short, night is the best time for literature lessons.
Selfishness?
There was no such thing.
Only the result of rational thinking existed.
“I’m sorry for being late.”
Albireo’s rational thinking is shattered like thin ice the moment she sees Siwoo.
Siwoo, who appeared in slightly casual clothes with a book of poems tucked under his arm.
He was a little out of breath as if he had just done some intense exercise, and under his hair, which was not completely dry, a more ferocious beastliness than usual was emanating.
“……”
Nietzsche was right.
Siwoo of the night was different from Siwoo of the day.
