City ​​of Witches 997

Chapter 997 – #213_Polynesian Project (3)

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1.
The long-awaited Polynesian Project was on its second day.
The first day ended without any major issues, just a night of sleeping naked together.

On the second day, they met at 10 PM and engaged in more intense foreplay.

For instance, Deneb would sit on the bed and offer her thigh as a pillow to Siwoo.
With his head resting on her soft thigh, Siwoo would suckle on her tender breasts like a baby with a pacifier.

“Haa… Do you like it that much?”

Deneb stroked Siwoo’s head as he nibbled at her nipples.

While she enjoyed having her breasts caressed, Deneb’s excitement was more of a mental effect.

Siwoo wasn’t really trying to extract pleasure but rather seemed to be relaxing, letting his body go with the flow.

“Siwoo, you’re like a baby.”

The usually dependable Siwoo was now nestled in her arms, quietly sucking on her breasts.

The sight of him acting like a child, not quite a spoiled one, stimulated her maternal instincts, causing a surge of motherly love.
Moreover, her secret garden, pressed tightly against his thigh, was becoming moist as if it were the rainy season.

“Good night.”
“Yes, you worked hard, Siwoo.”

Afterward, they would cuddle naked like affectionate lovers and fall asleep again.

They would interact for about four hours, then get dressed, have breakfast, and go their separate ways.

“Haa…. This is tiring….”

Only two days had passed out of the planned four, but Deneb felt as if she had been thoroughly boiled.

This meant the effect was definitely working.

Intimate skinship that was incomparable to kissing.

When a healthy man and woman are rubbing against each other naked in the same bed, it’s only natural that their longing and desire for each other would grow, right?
Deneb’s agitation, desires, and feelings of love would surely be transferred to her sister.

However, an unexpected problem arose.

She thought it was enough by now.
She thought the effects would have started to show on her sister.

After all, the sweetness of love was the best tranquilizer, wasn’t it?

However, Albireo’s response to Deneb’s question about whether she could at least help with the academy’s founding ceremony was as follows:

“Why should I?”

Albireo’s reaction was as cold as frost in May.
It was as if the room temperature had dropped by 5 degrees, her aura was so sharp.

“Tell her to do it herself.”

Deneb knew her sister well enough not to be relieved that her reaction wasn’t as hysterical as before.

Her sister’s reaction wasn’t because her anger had subsided.
The boiling rage had been distilled into a cold, accumulated resentment.

Based on her experience, this was at least a three-year grudge.

“If you have nothing to say, then you should leave too. I’m busy.”

Deneb left, trying to compose herself after the cold dismissal.

This was unexpected.
Deneb had endured a difficult time with Siwoo for two whole days.

Half of the planned schedule had passed, so by now, they should have at least had a conversation along the lines of, ‘Wouldn’t it be nice if my sister could understand with a generous heart?’ to fit the roadmap.

“Siwoo, we have an emergency meeting.”
“Yes?”

Deneb called Siwoo again, who had been staying at the Tiferet mansion, reviewing the personnel information of key figures.

As the one who proposed and actively pushed for the plan, it was difficult to report a failure.
However, correcting it together when it could be corrected was also a key part of risk management.

Deneb cautiously confessed that the plan had gone wrong.

“I think I might have been mistaken.”
“Hmm…. Yes, I see.”

Siwoo, after hearing Deneb’s explanation, didn’t think much of it.
After all, Siwoo had been skeptical of the plan from the start, and Deneb had been the one who had pushed it so hard.

It wasn’t like the plan itself had been particularly difficult, and while it was a waste of time, they could just prepare from now on.

“So, Siwoo.”
“Yes.”

However, Deneb’s next words were enough to hit Siwoo on the back of the head.

“I think we need to increase the intensity.”
“Yes?”

Deneb’s shy explanation that followed was as follows.

The core of the Polynesian Project was to control anger with affection and eroticism.
If her sister wasn’t reacting to what they had been doing so far, they needed to amplify the Eros more intensely.

“…Is that really right?”
“Of course.”

Even Siwoo started to feel that something was off.

At first, he was grateful for his little mother-in-law’s efforts and sacrifices, so he had glossed over the ambiguous parts…

Could it be that, not that it was his little mother-in-law, but ‘could she have other intentions?’ He couldn’t shake off the suspicion.

Wasn’t the idea of controlling anger with Eros a wrong plan that had deviated from the path in the first place?
Adding more fuel to a derailed train wouldn’t put it back on the right track, would it?

“Siwoo, I’ve been by my sister’s side for over 100 years. I know her best.”

However, Siwoo couldn’t argue with Deneb, who was showing a strange passion as if she was fixated on something.

At least, it was an undeniable fact that Deneb knew Albireo the best.

The two moved to the bedroom that had been their illicit haven for the past two days.

“Siwoo, you can drink if you need to.”
“Yes?”

Deneb gulped down the strong brandy she had brought beforehand and emptied the bottle in the blink of an eye.
Deneb, puffing out the aftertaste of the strong liquor.

Even the sturdiness of her spirit body couldn’t fully withstand a shot of 60-proof brandy.
Deneb’s face soon turned a subtle shade of red.

“Now, I’ll tell you about my theory.”

She waited until she was sufficiently tipsy before opening her mouth.

“My sister and I share a wall.”
“What do you mean by that all of a sudden….”
“And this is a very embarrassing story, but… that wall is about being tormented by a man. Specifically, by you, Siwoo.”

A declaration like a bolt from the blue.
Siwoo stared with his mouth open, trying to discern whether Deneb’s words were due to intoxication or not.

However, Deneb, who didn’t lose her composure even when drunk, continued to speak in a clear voice.

“Think about it. If what you said is true, my sister felt her first experience as ‘spicy’.”
“I have never lied, though….”
“But the project we’re doing is based only on ‘mild’ actions, isn’t it?”

That’s right.

Cuddling like lovers and giving each other the softest caresses possible.
The highest level of caress so far had been a handjob while breastfeeding, so there was nothing more to say.

“So, my diagnosis is that in order to change my sister’s heart through emotional connection, lukewarm actions like this won’t cut it.”

So, to summarize, she was saying that in order to ignite a spark in Deneb’s heart, they needed to do very, very perverted things, not just half-hearted ones?

“No, Deneb…”
“I’m being objective, Siwoo.”

Only then did Siwoo realize that Deneb’s face wasn’t just red from the alcohol.
She was confessing with all her might.

“I’m a pervert. I’m a lewd witch who gets excited when tormented.”
“……”

One by one, Deneb’s clothes fell to the floor.
The pink hue that began to appear on her white skin clearly represented Deneb’s embarrassment.

“So, Siwoo, please tame me.”

2.
Now he really noticed something was off.
Could it be that Deneb hadn’t thought of what Siwoo had thought of?

Perhaps the premise of this plan was wrong from the start.

That is, it might not have originated from pure intentions, but rather from Deneb’s subconscious, which had initiated it to fulfill her own selfish desires.

However, he pushed those suspicions aside for the moment.

After all, the only thing he could lose here was time.
And there was a chance that it might actually work miraculously.

‘It’s okay to be forceful, and dirty talk is fine too.’
‘But you know that insertion is absolutely not allowed, right?’
‘…Hmm, would it be good to think of it as using a sex slave?’

That was Deneb’s order.

Most men might feel uncomfortable, but fortunately, Siwoo was an experienced professional.

He knew how to treat a woman to make her feel shame and embarrassment, far beyond Deneb’s expectations.

First, he blindfolded Deneb.
One might ask, wasn’t it said that eye contact maximized shame?

However, being completely cut off from sight and moving only according to external stimuli and commands.
This passivity was also a major factor in making a woman feel embarrassed.

Moreover, Siwoo was sober now, not drunk.
He shouldn’t inhale her scent either.

He didn’t have the confidence to play the role of a wicked master while looking into Deneb’s eyes, so this was much easier.

“Okay, stay in that position.”
“…Yes.”

Deneb, blindfolded, followed Siwoo’s instructions and put her hands behind her head, clasped together.
Her smooth armpits and prominent breasts were fully exposed.

“Spread them wider.”
“……”

Meanwhile, Deneb’s attempt to keep her elbows together as much as possible out of embarrassment was a scene that made one want to unload a load of cum… but.

It was still a bit awkward.

It wasn’t due to the methodology but rather the emotional aspect.

It wasn’t like he was getting excited during sex or foreplay and the vibe was flowing naturally, but rather he had received a direction and a script, and was given a quest to ‘humiliate Deneb!’

That’s when Siwoo remembered something.
Takasho’s personal preferences, a collection of all sorts of abnormal sexual desires.

‘You don’t know the appeal of naked squats? Are you even human?’
‘What’s so appealing about squatting? Is it just that anything naked is appealing? Haa….’
‘Shin Siwoo, women basically want to look beautiful. But look at the squatting posture, how unsightly does it look? At least it’s hard to see it as aesthetically refined. It’s about performing that unsightly posture by command or voluntarily. The embarrassed look that comes from that, that’s what’s good!’

That’s right.
What Siwoo was about to make Deneb do was the naked squat that Takasho had passionately defended.

“Now, in that position, spread your legs slightly, keep your heels on the ground, and slowly sit down as if you’re riding a horse.”
“Yes? Siwoo, if I do that….”
“Yes, it’s a squat. You know that, right?”
“…That’s, but….”
“Do it. That’s an order.”

Siwoo couldn’t help but re-evaluate Takasho as he watched Deneb panic, not knowing what to do.

It actually worked.

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