## Chapter 838 – #175_Deneb’S Circumstances (2)
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1.
“What is it?”
Deneb appeared like the wind and vanished like the wind.
Siwoo, who was staring blankly at her retreating figure, couldn’t hide his bewilderment.
The only things that indicated she had been here were two glasses, a newly opened bottle of cognac, and an onahole placed neatly on the table.
“…Am I imagining things?”
He picked up the onahole first.
It was heavier than it looked.
Even during his virgin days, Siwoo had always taken care of himself with his hand, so this was an unfamiliar object to him.
However, when he had first received it from Deneb, it had felt familiar.
It was like a very, very faint trace of Dorothy’s ‘revelation,’ the kind you would miss if you didn’t concentrate.
“Hmm…. I definitely felt something….”
But now, he felt nothing.
It was just an onahole.
“Hmm.”
Siwoo put the onahole down carelessly and pondered deeply.
He knew that observing the onahole wasn’t the priority.
The sudden appearance of his little mother-in-law late at night.
The unexpected gift of an onahole, along with the subtle glances she had been sending.
Even the reason she had suddenly run out.
If you looked at each of them separately, they weren’t significant events.
However, if you combined them with the way Deneb had acted so far, the story changed.
Siwoo, who had accepted Odile and Odette as lovers while boasting a flamboyant history with women.
Moreover, ever since she had caught him in the act, Deneb had turned into a mother-in-law who was desperate to devour him.
But the relationship between Deneb and Siwoo had completely changed due to a certain incident.
While verification was part of it, the fact that they had been trapped together in the ‘fish tank’ was a turning point.
They had faced unknown threats back-to-back and overcome hardships.
They had engaged in obligatory bee sex to recharge their magic, and in the end, they had even shared a passionate sexual encounter.
After that, Deneb’s attitude toward Siwoo had changed 180 degrees.
She no longer glared at him as if she would devour him.
She no longer pointed out his manners at every turn.
She no longer kicked him in the shin every time they met.
Rather, she had become an even more ardent supporter of Siwoo than when he had first rescued Odile and Odette.
“That’s possible.”
To put a good spin on it, he was the son-in-law who had saved the apprentice witch’s life more than twice.
At the time, he had risked his little mother-in-law’s life to escape from the terrifying R’lyeh.
So, it was possible that she no longer nagged him.
It was also possible that she would serve him food at mealtimes.
It was also possible that she would occasionally suggest walks and drinks.
But….
What about that incident?
The time when Deneb had switched bodies with Lucy and had sex with Siwoo.
According to his little mother-in-law, she had sacrificed herself to help with research at the earnest request of Count Yesod, her close friend.
When Siwoo became suspicious during that process, she had used all sorts of seductions to dispel his doubts.
“Is that possible…?”
But looking back, there were many significant points.
Among witches, there were those who frequented brothels or even took in male concubines.
With plenty of money, beautiful faces, and eternal youth, there were many witches in this Gehenna who chose hedonism.
Such a witch would have gladly slept with Siwoo at Count Yesod’s request.
In the overwhelmingly female witch society, Shin Siwoo would easily be in the ‘Angate Survey, Top 1 Man to Sleep With’ list.
But who was our little mother-in-law?
A staunch traditionalist witch who had maintained her chastity her entire life, and a proud countess to boot.
Although she had had sex with Siwoo before, would she seduce him again at someone else’s request?
Especially since they were mother-in-law and son-in-law?
Moreover, by using such explicit and intimate acts?
“……”
Siwoo was no longer the naive virgin Shin Siwoo of the past.
He had been suspecting that every single action Deneb took was somehow strange.
However, he had been deliberately ignoring these doubts.
That was because Deneb was Siwoo’s little mother-in-law, and Deneb herself was aware of that fact.
Even if witches and apprentice witches weren’t related by blood, a son-in-law was a son-in-law, and a mother-in-law was a mother-in-law.
If they fell in love and got intimate, it would be a bowl of blatant immorality.
He had thought that she, who had shown a sense of reason, would act like she had when she said, ‘What happened in the fish tank stays in the fish tank.’
He had believed that she would have no ulterior motives.
Siwoo looked at the onahole again.
And he recalled the look in Deneb’s eyes when she had handed him the onahole.
Her eyes, moist with sensuality, had seemed to be throwing out a seduction.
She had made the excuse that it was to collect semen, but that was just a pretext, and perhaps what she was really waiting for was….
“Nah, no way.”
In the end, as always, he shook his head, dismissing his doubts.
No matter what, this was just paranoia.
He had become like a delusional patient, making ridiculous assumptions just because he was a bit popular these days.
If his little mother-in-law knew, it wouldn’t end with just a snort.
Anyway, since he had received a request, he should respond accordingly.
“She said it was for semen collection?”
Siwoo looked at the special lubricant she had given him.
It wasn’t just a simple oil; it seemed to be a neutral magic fluid often used in alchemy.
Moreover, it had the basic alchemic ‘fixation’ applied to it, which would help maintain the freshness of the semen.
“That’s more like it.”
If it was just a pretext to seduce him, would she have prepared so meticulously?
It was clearly just a misunderstanding.
“I’ll use it well.”
It was a timely gift.
He hadn’t been able to relieve himself while diligently serving Odile and Odette.
It was also his first time using an onahole, so he was curious.
-Thump thump thump thump
“…It’s not as good as I thought.”
Siwoo soon had a happy time with the onahole that Deneb had given him.
2.
Around that time, Deneb was burying her face in her pillow, blaming herself for the huge blunder she had made.
She had tried so hard not to show it.
Deneb’s love was a sweet poison that would lead to the destruction of their relationship.
Especially since Siwoo, as she knew him, would surely distance himself from her as soon as he realized her feelings.
The occasional drinks they shared, the walks they took together, the escorts she received would all become distant.
But now, there was no need to worry about that.
She had been completely exposed.
And in the worst possible way.
Judging by Siwoo’s reaction when he mentioned Dorothy as soon as he saw the onahole, he already knew about the onahole.
By giving it as a gift, Deneb had essentially said, ‘Use this once a day and think of me.’
Even if she was perceived as a mother-in-law who was out of her mind with pleasure and making lewd advances on her son-in-law, she had no excuse.
“What should I do…. What should I do…. That’s not it….”
Just as Deneb cherished the twins,
the feelings she had for Siwoo were by no means light.
But after her clumsy excuse was exposed, would a belated explanation be meaningful?
One action is more truthful than a hundred words held inside.
“Siwoo must think I’m…. a loose woman….”
It was just a soliloquy, but her eyes welled up with tears.
She had suffered so much, and everything had gone wrong with just one mistake….
Her heart ached with sorrow.
She wanted to run to him to correct the misunderstanding, but she didn’t even have the strength to do so.
What took advantage of Deneb’s despair was….
-Squeeze!
It was a blunt pressure, like gently rubbing the petals of a flower that had only been used a few times.
Then came the pressure of thick veins, the rigidity reminiscent of steel, and the thickness reminiscent of a large tree, filling her belly.
“Ah….”
This sensation.
Deneb barely had time to gasp.
-Slide!
“Kyaaah!”
A sensation of roughly stabbing deep into her lower abdomen followed.
It had been inserted all the way in one go.
The initial sensation was close to pain.
Even though Deneb had learned the pleasure of a woman from Siwoo, she had only experienced full-fledged piston action once.
-Slide! Slide! Slide!
“Hngh! Ugh! Hngh!”
Ignoring Deneb’s circumstances, a sensation of forced insertion at an incredible speed assaulted her.
That was because an onahole was a compact size that could be held and shaken in the hand.
In actual sex, the rapid succession of movements that could only be achieved with a breathless piston motion could be realized with just a flick of the wrist.
The sensory link was only about 80% due to stability issues, but the intense insertion that Deneb was experiencing for the first time was enough to overwhelm her.
“Ah, ah…. Ah ah ah….”
A bright light burst before her eyes.
No matter how much she struggled, no matter what position she twisted her body into, the elegant swordsmanship mercilessly attacked her weak points.
Deneb writhed, clutching the bedsheets with her eyes wide open, as she was relentlessly attacked.
When Deneb’s underwear was soaked and she was on the verge of respiratory distress from the continuous climaxes.
-Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
A strong, hot stream of liquid hit her belly.
“Hwaaaang!!!!”
Deneb, of course, reached a fever time of multiple orgasms, letting out a sloppy moan.
And a little while later.
Deneb regained her senses.
The afterglow of pleasure still clouded her mind, but she desperately reflected on the current situation.
“Why…?”
It was obvious what had just happened.
“Ah ah ah….”
Siwoo had used the onahole.
Even though he was aware of its true nature.
A firework of joy, named hope, exploded in Deneb’s heart, which had been shrinking with regret and self-blame.
Could this be a signal?
Like a shepherd boy throwing pebbles at the window of a noble lady with a strict father, was it a secret call to come out through the window?
Was it saying that he would overlook all her faults and understand her feelings?
“I’m going, Siwoo. I’m going, Deneb Jemena is going…!”
Deneb quickly took off her clothes, tidied herself up with magic, and rushed to the dressing table, dabbing powder on her cheeks.
Just as she was about to run to him after getting all dolled up.
Deneb stopped as if she had stubbed her toe on a rock.
“……”
Was that really it?
Was it a misunderstanding, or was it a deep consideration to pretend not to notice Deneb’s foolishness?
“Ugh, ugh….”
Deneb just stamped her feet in place, and in the end, she chose to stay in her room with tears in her eyes.
