Chapter 616 – #124_Deneb’S Deviation (3)
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1.
Siwoo’s is huge.
Like the can of the world’s most famous energy drink.
With a thickness and length reminiscent of the drink famous for its catchphrase, “Unleash the monster within you.”
Deneb was being relentlessly thrust upon by that massive thing, which would have caused nothing but pain if not for her sturdy spirit body.
-Chwup! Chwup! Chwup!
“Haaang…! Keu-heung…! Kyaaak…!”
Deneb, who had been subjected to a missionary-position mating press on the bed, was now crumpled on a one-person sofa.
Her appearance was truly vulgar.
Her legs stretched high and folded.
Her back bent so much that her mating area was fully visible.
Her thighs were pressed down hard by his thick hands, so she couldn’t move an inch, even as she struggled like an overturned bug.
It was truly a position like a sex toy, designed only to receive a man’s semen.
Originally, she hadn’t intended to go this far.
Even when she had sex with him in the fish tank after smelling his scent, they had only done it in a normal missionary position.
She never thought she would allow such a perverted position, not even in a million years…
It was strange.
Was it because she was wearing the mask of Lucy Yesod?
Or was it because her desires had been maturing for too long, and her lewd nature had bloomed wildly after being planted in the land of depravity?
She felt anger and humiliation at his sadistic acts, but at the same time, she writhed in pleasure.
It filled her head with a wantonness that made her feel like she would willingly comply with even the most perverted requests.
There was no need to go far to give an example of a perverted request.
It was happening to Deneb right now.
-Slap!
“Si…! Siwoo-ssi…! Kyaaak…!”
His hand, swung sharply, wrapped around one of Deneb’s breasts.
Her breasts jiggled from side to side.
The pain that spread hotly at the same time as her marshmallow pussy tightened around his cock.
“As expected, the Countess likes to be hit.”
“No…! I don’t like it…! I don’t like this…!”
Red handprints were being stamped on Deneb’s white breasts like autumn leaves.
It was because he was hitting her breasts like they were cheeks, using ridiculous excuses like, ‘You can’t control your pussy properly,’ and ‘You go off on your own without permission.’
Did she feel anger at such insulting words and actions?
Surprisingly, not at all.
What would it have been like if she had heard it while sober?
The absurd words he used as a reason for the punishment were an act of disrespect that couldn’t be glossed over with the light expression of sexual harassment.
If someone else had said the same thing, she would have torn their tongue out.
If someone else had slapped her breasts, she would have cut off their wrists.
But Deneb was instead feeling a sweet excitement.
-Thud!
Each time Siwoo slammed his hips down roughly, Deneb’s body, which was gradually being buried in the sofa, twitched.
His skillful hip movements, which had been stirring the deepest part of her vagina since earlier, were pushing Deneb into the swamp of climax without any mercy.
Her head felt like it was going numb.
Comparing this sweetness to sugar or honey wouldn’t be fitting.
It was like having a mouthful of saccharin or aspartame.
An overwhelming ecstasy where the sweetness was so excessive that it even felt tingling and bitter.
That was the kind of pleasure Deneb was feeling right now.
“Si, Siwoo-ssi…. I’m sorry…. I’m going to… go again….”
“That won’t do. We made a promise.”
“Please… let me go…! Just this once…! From now on, I’ll… control my pussy better…! Please…!”
“No can do.”
Even though she was begging like this.
Even though her face was contorted in an unsightly way, as she could tell without looking in a mirror, and she was babbling in vulgar language she had never spoken before.
-Slap!
“Hieeueueuk…!”
All that came back was a hot breast slap.
And for Deneb, whose whole body was burning with lust, it only served to accelerate her climax.
“I… I really can’t take it anymore…. I’m going to… lose control of my pussy even more…. Hwaaaang…!!!!”
“The Countess is really hopeless. You enjoy it even when I punish you… Then how about this?”
With those words, Siwoo grabbed Deneb’s nipple, which was erect and pointed, with his fingertips.
Then, he twisted it mercilessly.
“If I stretch it out like this, you’ll be able to hold back, right?”
“Nooo… Don’t… don’t twist it… like that…!”
Not only that, but his rough hands pulled at her pretty teardrop-shaped breasts until they became pointed like Kisses chocolates.
“No…! No, no, no…. Really…!”
Deneb tried to stop him with her tongue, which was loosened by pleasure, but her pussy, which was tightened by the pain, only served to maximize the pleasure.
“Hikkouuu…!!!”
A strange groan, like the cry of a beast, escaped her lips without her realizing it, and Deneb’s eyes rolled back, turning white.
There was no time to ask for permission.
Even though her body was clearly buried in the sofa to the point where she couldn’t move, she felt like her body was being thrown from high in the air.
-Pshoo! Pshoo! Pshoo!
“Kyaak…! Heugyak…! Kkeueuk…!”
With a collaboration of breathless consecutive climaxes and nipple screw stretching, Deneb reached orgasm while groaning as if she was being beaten.
2.
“Haa…. What is it?”
At that time, Albireo was deeply flustered.
He had been lying on the sofa, waiting for Deneb’s unusually intense masturbation to end, for over an hour.
Yet, the pleasure link showed no signs of stopping.
If it had only been up to this point, he would have accepted it and moved on.
However, the sensation that had been stimulating Albireo’s belly like crazy since a little while ago was different from when his younger sister usually masturbated.
To be specific, it felt like the deep inside of his belly was being stimulated, making him feel good?
Moreover, it felt like someone else was moving him rather than him moving himself?
Of course, Albireo, who had no experience with men, couldn’t say for sure if this distinction was clear.
“If I had to say…”
It was very similar to the feeling when Deneb and Shin Siwoo had been captured in the fish tank together, when they had had insertion sex.
But that didn’t mean that Deneb was definitely doing something immoral.
Albireo, who had relatively extensive knowledge of sex, knew that there were also devices for insertion among female masturbation devices.
Like dildos.
If Deneb was not satisfied with doing it by hand and had bought a masturbation device, then the consecutive climaxes just now and the pleasure that could only be felt with insertion could also be explained.
“Hoo…. Hoo…. I’m really going crazy….”
But even as he tried to optimistically move on, a doubt kept sprouting in the middle of his chest.
Was she really using a masturbation device?
Could it be that Deneb was doing it with Siwoo?
He wanted to trust his younger sister, whom he had spent his whole life with, but her recent behavior had put a crack in his steadfast trust.
Of course, it would become clear over time even if Albireo didn’t move.
The amplification of magic power that occurred when he ejaculated gave off a pleasure that was different from other orgasms.
For example, if the pleasure that was usually linked was around 50%, the pleasure caused by ejaculation felt like almost 100% was being transferred.
Anyway, if that overwhelming pleasure was felt, it would be proven that Deneb had committed ‘sex with her son-in-law’ rather than ‘masturbation.’
When his thoughts reached this point, Albireo reflexively located Deneb’s position.
“Huh?”
Albireo’s face, which had been panting as he tried to endure the pleasure, immediately turned pale.
Deneb’s presence, which he had naturally assumed was holed up in her room, was suddenly felt near the Yesod Count’s residence.
Why on earth?
His younger sister always played with herself only when she was alone in her room or bathroom.
Was Deneb suddenly changing her mind and going to a friend’s house to do some out-of-office masturbation?
“Wait, wait, wait…”
Albireo desperately calmed himself down.
The sense of crisis that his younger sister might have crossed the final line had even calmed his century-old lust.
It even blocked Albireo’s sharp thinking ability.
The only thought he had at this moment was that he had to check on his younger sister’s condition and prove her innocence.
“Surely not… Keu-heut…!”
Albireo hurriedly ran to the closet and put on his going-out clothes.
He was forcing himself to go out even though he was being subjected to a considerable amount of pleasure than usual.
It was crazy, crazy behavior.
But he had to go.
He had to go and see it with his own eyes to be satisfied.
Albireo, who had added a panty liner that he had recently prepared because of Deneb to his underwear, ran like the wind toward the Count’s residence, with the song of tranquility wrapped around his body.
No, he tried to run.
“Heueu… Eueut…. Deneb, you really shouldn’t be doing that…”
He had no choice but to walk like a defeated soldier, rubbing his thighs together.
3.
Although it was in the same Ars Magna Town, it was a distance that would take almost an hour to walk because the site was so large.
Albireo’s appearance, who had shortened that time to 15 minutes after all sorts of hardships, was a mess.
It was only natural.
He had climbed over walls and crossed forests to take the shortest possible route.
When he reached his climax, he had to put his hands on his trembling knees and catch his breath.
As a result, his hair was stuck to his cheeks with sweat, he was panting, and his face was flushed.
If a stranger saw him, they would have spread rumors that ‘Count Albireo went crazy and was running around at night.’
It could be said that he had no time to spare.
As he got closer to the Yesod Count’s residence, his anxiety amplified along with the intensity of the pleasure.
“……”
Albireo’s gaze was fixed on the terrace on the third floor.
That was the place.
There was nothing obviously strange on the surface.
However, the fact that it looked like a bedroom rather than a bathroom was adding to Albireo’s ominous premonition.
“Hoo… Hoo…. It’ll be nothing.”
As he desperately tried to pull himself together.
Albireo saw something unbelievable through the gap in the closed curtains.
It was Deneb, leisurely sipping a glass of wine.
No.
That wasn’t Deneb.
Albireo quickly moved to the window on the first floor.
He could tell without looking at the link of the brand or getting closer.
They had been together for over 100 years.
Even if they had the exact same appearance, he could distinguish them from their subtle gestures.
“Hic…!”
At that moment, he made eye contact with a witch who looked like Deneb, who had glanced at him through the window.
Her eyes were wide open and stiff, with the same posture as when she had raised her glass.
Her surprised expression was also very different from Deneb’s.
“What are you doing right now? Count Yesod.”
“No, I, well…. Uh….”
At first, it was just a guess, but seeing her noticeably flustered and unable to deny it, it became clear that she was Count Yesod.
And it wasn’t just a suspicion.
Lucy’s body rippled like a wave, and she returned to her original form from Deneb’s appearance.
“Huh? Why is this…?”
Another restriction of the Mirror of Deception.
The restriction that the transformation would be undone if the disguise was discovered.
It was a restriction that Lucy, who had only used it for fun with Diana during Halloween, had not known about.
“Are you on top of Deneb right now?”
Albireo’s voice was colder than ever.
“Yes…. Yes.”
“Is Shin Siwoo on top of her too?”
“……”
Not answering was the same as already answering.
“You two bastards, really…!”
Albireo ran like the wind to the upper floor.
He had no time to ask why Count Yesod was in that state.
Even though he felt the climax getting closer with every step he took up the stairs, his steps didn’t falter at all thanks to his heart burning with anger.
When he stood in front of the tightly closed wooden door, all sorts of vulgar sounds were flowing out.
There was no need to explain in detail what kind of sounds they were.
Albireo kicked the door open as if he was going to break it.
“What the hell are you doing!!!!”
