City ​​of Witches 608

Chapter 608 – #123_Deneb’S Melancholy (3)

#608

1.
The passionate affair with Countess Yesod was over.
After a heated time that didn’t need any explanation, Countess Yesod washed up, threw on a robe, and came out.
She approached with a pout, as I sat by the window, smoking.

“Shiwoo.”
“Yes, Countess.”
“Look at this.”

She turned around, lifting the back of her bathrobe.
Her resentful voice tickled my ears pleasantly, mixed with embarrassment.

“What are you going to do about this?”
“Oh, dear….”
“Oh, dear… is not the point! I won’t be able to go to the bathhouse for a while because of this!”

She was right.
Among the soft, plush body of Lucy Maman, her rear-end suspension, perfect for doggy-style, was outstanding.
The Countess’s moon-like buttocks were covered in red welts.

They were all from Shiwoo’s belt-whipping.
Seeing it with a clear head, it looked quite painful.

“I’m sorry. I think I went a bit too far.”
“You did. And look here too!”

Lucy turned around, this time opening the front of her robe to reveal her pale, soft breasts.
The teeth marks on her chest, like white peaches, were also Shiwoo’s handiwork.

“I told you not to bite hard enough to leave marks!”

Countess Yesod was outwardly angry, but Shiwoo couldn’t help but laugh.
Lucy’s lower lip, pouting as if she was wronged, was puffed out as much as it could be.

“Haha? Is this funny to you?”

Of course, if it had been a serious protest, he wouldn’t have chuckled, no matter how funny her expression was.

However, knowing that her scolding was just an excuse to hide her embarrassment after the act, he couldn’t help but find it cute.

“But that’s what you asked for, Countess.”

He subtly pointed out the truth, teasing her.
Lucy’s face immediately flushed red, and she thumped Shiwoo’s chest, hiding her embarrassment.

“Who! Who did! When did I ever say that!”
“You told me to devour you until I left teeth marks.”
“I never did! You must have heard it wrong because you were excited! I’m already catering to your tastes so much… it’s really troublesome if you act like this.”

But it seemed that today’s Countess had no intention of admitting her tastes honestly.
He had no intention of winning, so he surrendered and immediately apologized.

“Should I compensate you?”
“…Shiwoo, you’re getting more and more sly. You’re turning into a pervert… Where did the model youth I knew go?”
“I wonder…”

The last remark was a stinging criticism that made him smile wryly.

It was as if he had discovered a new taste, like Countess Yesod.
Just thinking about his relationships with R’lyeh and Dorothy, he had done things he would never have asked for or done in the past.

“I’m mature and easily indulge in whims, so I can accept it, but if you act like that with other women, you’ll be hated.”
“I’ll be careful.”

After a bit of small talk, they began to discuss the research.
After all, the main purpose of having a relationship with Countess Yesod was to open a new paradigm of succession.

“There’s been quite a bit of progress while you were gone. On the new succession method.”
“Really?”
“We’ve already talked about how complete replication is impossible, and only transplantation is possible, right?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“We’ve also got a pretty good blueprint for the methodology.”

Shiwoo already knew that the stigma transplantation using his characteristics was practically an organ transplant.
So, the method Lucy was talking about was ‘how to cut it out and how to attach it.’

She took out a notebook and began to skillfully draw a magic formula.

“This is the most stable method at the moment.”

What Countess Yesod drew was a syringe.
She didn’t actually draw a syringe, but if you roughly interpreted the magical action, it had the shape of a syringe.
Yesod was an authority on field magic, and Shiwoo was, at best, an undergraduate, but he had some experience with magic.

Looking at the paper, which he could understand about half of, he immediately thought of something.

“Could it be… no, it can’t be?”
“You’re probably right.”

Even after reviewing it several times, thinking, ‘No way,’ the conclusion was the same.
He looked at her expression, wondering if it was a bad joke, but there wasn’t a single hint of jest.

“There are three sequences that are repeated. First, I’ll divide my stigma’s magnetic magic.”

The magic that Shiwoo copied was only one, and it was copied in a rather messy way, rather than taking a perfectly fragmented piece.
It was like cutting out a brownie with a fork.

Before that, Lucy would ensure the division of the magnetic magic, guiding the precise piece to fall off.
It was like cutting the brownie into a certain shape before picking it up with a fork.

“Then, I’ll pack the copied magic so it can’t settle in your Aein.”

Each witch could only copy one magic.
If it settled in the Aein, like a satiated cormorant, they wouldn’t be able to bring any more magic.

This blocked it from the root and was also a safety measure to ensure that the stigma was transmitted without alteration.

“Finally… I’ll release the packed magic into Diana’s Aein. We’ll probably have to do this about 12 times.”

She spoke in a very metaphorical way, but to explain it very simply and briefly, it was as follows.

A Yesod mother-daughter donburi, combining Lucy, who boasted the elegance of a noble lady, and Diana, who showed the primness of a noble young lady.
And that, a total of 12 times.

His head was spinning.

“Countess Yesod. I’m very sorry, but did I understand correctly?”
“If you’re having some embarrassing thoughts… then you’re probably right.”

So it was true.

“Is it really necessary to connect directly? I think linking through resonance would be sufficient.”
“Direct transmission is the safest. Resonance can cause noise, and the packing itself could come off.”

He understood her desire to be cautious, as it was the transmission of a stigma.

Even so, mother and daughter in one bed?
It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t attracted as a man, but he wondered if this was really right.

However, Countess Yesod’s eyes didn’t seem to be aware that she was talking about embarrassing things.

She was a mother who became endlessly serious when it came to her daughter.
If Shiwoo reacted by saying, ‘Hey, even so, this isn’t right,’ it would be rude.

“Are you sure?”
“It’s still just a rough sketch of an idea. The methodology won’t change much, but the details are completely undecided. It would be good to have one more sample.”
“A sample, you mean…”
“There’s no guarantee that the process that occurs when you ejaculate inside is always the same. Baron Merrygold said that he didn’t even experience a magic amplification phenomenon. So…”

Even Countess Yesod, who was engrossed in research, seemed a little hesitant to make such a request.

“If it’s possible… I’d like to see you do it with someone else in front of me. Would that be okay?”
“Yes, I’ll look into it.”
“Thank you, Shiwoo.”

With that, the discussion about the research was roughly over.
But it seemed that Countess Yesod wasn’t finished speaking.

“Oh, Shiwoo.”
“Yes.”
“How about you go see Diana on your way out? It’s been a while.”

He had just heard the reason why he had to do a mother-daughter donburi, and now he had to see Diana’s face.
And wasn’t it right after he had a sticky sex with Yesod Maman, who was like her mother?
It would be the most awkward thing in the world.

As if understanding his feelings, the Countess added persuasively.

“I think you need to get to know each other beforehand… and it seems Diana wants to apologize to you.”

He had no excuse to refuse, so he immediately headed to Diana.

2.
If Deneb had been one of Shiwoo’s lovers, or at least discussed it with Albireo, it would have been easily resolved.

She would have realized that the relationship between Shin Shiwoo, who was inflicting sexual harassment bordering on violence, and Countess Yesod, who couldn’t resist, was not the product of coercion but an SM play that was done with consent.

But unfortunately, Deneb was determined to solve this problem on her own.
Also, since Deneb had lived the life of a traditional witch before her relationship with Shiwoo, she had no reference to correct her error in judgment.

However, unlike her misguided assumptions, Deneb’s calculations were cold and quick.
She put aside the sins Shin Shiwoo had committed and the criticism of them and organized her thoughts.

No matter how it was possible, it was a mistake to think that he could threaten Countess Yesod forever.

She knew, from their long-term cooperation, that Countess Yesod was a skilled and capable businesswoman.

She would definitely find a loophole and reverse the situation someday.

If that happened, the initiative would completely pass to Countess Yesod, and from that point on, there would be little room for Deneb to intervene.
Therefore, Deneb had to intervene before that.

First, she would stand between them and mediate the situation.

A mediator who helps someone out of a difficult situation tends to have considerable influence.
She planned to use that influence to urge Shiwoo to reach a smooth agreement and show leniency.

Of course, she also planned to provide Countess Yesod with a considerable amount of compensation separately.

The important thing was time.
When the Countess was in the most difficult situation.
When Shiwoo’s atrocities weren’t getting any worse.
Extending a helping hand was the technique to gain the upper hand in negotiations.

When she reached that conclusion, Deneb immediately made a dinner appointment with Countess Yesod and headed to the mansion.

“Oh, you’re here?”
“Hello, Countess Lucy.”
“Please, make yourself comfortable. I heard you were coming suddenly, so I haven’t prepared much.”

A meal was prepared in advance.
Countess Yesod, whose face seemed more radiant than the last time she saw her, greeted Deneb with a smile.
It was as if she had eaten a lot of healthy food.

She was secretly impressed.
If something similar had happened to Deneb, she wouldn’t have been able to hide it so calmly.

At the same time, she felt a sense of doubt about what she was about to do.

Even if it was for Shin Shiwoo, was this the right thing to do?
Deneb, regaining her composure, sat down and immediately drank some wine.

Deneb sat there, stiffening her face without saying anything for a long time.

“Is something worrying you?”

Lucy looked at Deneb with concern.

Deneb took out a piece of paper from her pocket.

She didn’t know how Shin Shiwoo was threatening Lucy, but she was also a proper witch.

“No. I don’t have any particular worries.”

She couldn’t rule out the possibility that there were restrictions or surveillance devices to prevent disclosure.
Therefore, she subtly pushed forward a note that had been modified so that it could only be identified by sight.

[If you are being threatened, please naturally tuck your left hair behind your ear.]

She took the first step towards resolving this issue.