Chapter 971 – #209_Dancing With the Black Swan (2)
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One.
Albireo finished class an hour earlier than scheduled.
The speed at which Siwoo accepted learning exceeded Albireo’s expectations, so he completed the planned progress.
However, the deadline is not too long.
Albireo’s decision to declare ‘This is the end for today!’ Was a decision based on sheer embarrassment.
“I was so out of my mind…”
There are many ways to turn away from stress and worries, but in Albireo’s case, it was to stick to the mundane business.
Looking at the paper filled with numbers, charts, and graphs until Ji Hye-yeol rose, I could relieve my anxiety to some extent.
However, the moment he looked at the mirror placed on the edge of the table, the long-awaited escape became meaningless.
Inside the mirror is the face of a cold witch.
Black hair.
Elegant neckline like a ballerina.
The trapezius muscle is not developed at all, and the shoulder line is slender.
Thanks to the raised eyebrows like a fox and the eye makeup that reinforces those areas, Albireo often created an atmosphere like a ‘villain girl’.
As befits the great hostess of the famous Countess Zemanai, she is truly dignified and beautiful.
At least this afternoon.
Rather than the poor woman who dyed her face red in Shin Si-woo’s arms.
“Whoa…”
“Sister, what happened?”
Had she been unable to control her sigh?
Deneb, who was working at the other desk, asked anxiously.
Even though he started working later than Albireo, the amount of papers he approved doubled.
Deneb stood up for a while and sat down at Albireo’s desk.
“Siwoo-kun, aren’t you progressing well? Shall I teach from tomorrow?”
Deneb and Siu have crossed their inner and outer legs several times.
Is that all? He even slept with twins.
Fortunately, after that, Deneb declared that he had given up on dating and showed himself to organize his mind in his own way.
Deneb, who was blinded by her first love, quickly returned to being the dignified countess she was.
On the other hand, Albireo still had no idea how to end this relationship.
She’s Albireo, and it wouldn’t be a good idea to stop her sister from doing what she wanted to do.
So, I visited Lucy Yesod and discussed her succession of the brand.
I haven’t decided what decision to make yet.
“No. It’s okay. I’ll take care of this.”
As you know, a while ago there was a big commotion in the present world, and Deneb is scrambling to deal with the agenda for relief supplies and moral support.
Moreover, she is the younger sister who vowed to cut ties with Shiu late, but is that really what Deneb wants?
In any case, it is a love separated by fate.
It would be hard just to see her face to face.
It must be in that context that Deneb has been holding on to his work especially diligently lately.
In such a situation, can you blindly pass it on to her sister?
Albireo decided to take the matter into her own hands.
2.
“Thank you for your effort.”
“Yes, Siwoo-kun also had a hard time.”
Standard Waltz Day 4 class is over.
After bowing politely, Siu apologized and went to the terrace to light a cigarette.
If the basis of the waltz is forward and backward, the flower of the waltz is, above all, rotation.
The reason why the skirt of a ball gown spreads from the waistline is also to present the beauty of the hem of the skirt in full bloom during the rotational motion.
Siwoo completed the class today without any mistakes.
I can say that she is such an excellent student.
Physical is also physical, motor nerve is also motor nerve, but flexibility and delicacy are not missing.
Should we say that the qualities of a leader are excellent?
A waltz is created in the interaction between a leader and a follower.
And Siwoo perfectly grasped Albireo’s condition with very small gestures and pressure from his body.
It didn’t stop there and assisted the movement.
At first, I felt like Albireo was telling me, but at some point I found myself spinning around in his lead.
“…”
My heart is beating extraordinarily fast today.
Two slightly flushed cheeks.
Sweat dripping down on your forehead.
The first day was just embarrassing, but now I think so.
Certainly, I haven’t really danced at the ball since Odile and Odette were brought in…
Even a spiritual body would have been surprised by the sudden movement.
There were times when I tried to think.
But not anymore.
Over the past three days, Albireo has been looking at his situation quite objectively.
“Whoa…”
A side view of Siwoo Shin looking over the terrace.
He twisted his cigarette at an angle and was contemplating something while watching the sunset over the garden.
A handsome man who indifferently exhales and smokes.
It is like a painting in itself.
Let’s be honest.
Currently, Shin Si-woo is attractive.
Albireo, like Deneb, was a virgin who had never kissed a man.
She didn’t really take that as her pride and insisted on keeping that pride.
Since she was born into an orthodox count family with a long tradition, she has been like that since she was born, and as she is immersed in magic and mundane business, she just naturally gets away with it.
Her witch had many things to pursue besides playing with love, and it was also a factor that she didn’t even pay attention to a man with a high level of Albireo by birth.
Therefore, Albireo does not know love.
She doesn’t know love, she doesn’t know men, and, of course, she doesn’t know the excitement between a man and a woman.
But when it comes to her ideal type, things are different.
Humans have instincts, and witches are, after all, rather special human beings.
If you ask someone who has never tasted sweetness in their life, ‘What is your favorite sweet food?’, They will not be able to answer.
Because I’ve never tasted the sweetness.
However, if you give that person pineapple, chocolate, or cake, they will pick out the sweetness they like the most.
And I’m sure you’ll like it a lot.
This is because the human preference for sweetness is like an instinct.
Among foods that exist in the natural world, ‘sweetness’ is ‘safe food’, so it is natural that humans are attracted to sweetness.
Like this, even Albireos, who do not even have love stem cells, let alone love cells, can feel it when they see their ‘ideal type’.
This too is an instinct.
Even if the reproductive function has deteriorated, the evolutionary process of hundreds of thousands of years of trying to breed superior genes determines the ‘sweet man’ and feels attracted to him.
In that sense, Shin Si-woo now is Albireo’s ideal type.
Sophisticated and aristocratic words and actions.
Moderate tension and moderate leeway.
I wonder if he felt like a prince riding a dark horse, not a son-in-law who was as if a button was missing.
Albireo left the dance room.
“What could it be?”
It could be.
As I said again, isn’t it the realm of instinct?
Just like eating a sour pineapple for the first time will make you salivate, if you dance with a man who is your ideal type, you may experience some physiological reactions.
“You are a beast only when you are captivated by instinct.”
Yes.
Humans are not made up of instincts alone.
Not eating pineapple, which you shouldn’t eat.
Superior intelligence and lofty reason are the barriers that separate humans from primates.
Not to mention witches.
Albireo believed in his firm reason.
“Even if you say…”
It was hard to shake off the fatigue from the first experience in his life.
“Shall we sleep for a while?”
Simply fill the bathtub with water, make your body drowsy, put on your gown, and go straight to bed.
After burning an aromatic scented candle enchanted to bring good dreams, I fell into a sound sleep in an instant.
3.
The effect of the aroma scented candle was clear.
The place is a beach with a wide horizon.
The pristine beach, which is not allowed for human footsteps, was burning in the setting sun, boasting a beautiful scenery.
Albireo smiled at the refreshing sea breeze and the sound of waves tickling his ears.
“Shall we go on vacation when things are sorted out?”
Albireo wants to dissuade the twins from going to the present world, but he plans to take Odile and Odette with him on this trip.
If the last family trip before the succession was a nice beach like this, it would be a good memory.
“Ha… This is healing.”
Even though it’s a lucid dream, how much peace is this?
Albireo walked slowly along the beach, enjoying the feel of the cold, wet sand in his bare feet.
At that time.
The sound that breaks Albireo’s peace comes as his horse’s hooves ring.
– Hee hee!
– Clap clack clack clap
“Oh little…”
Albireo frowned.
The one running from far away is a healthy black horse that has been lingering in my eyes lately.
The great horse, stronger than any of the famous horses of Count Zemanai, ran as hard as if chasing Albireo.
“…”
Oh I don’t know
Let’s just burn out.
Ate my heart
If you can ride such a course on such a beautiful beach, it might be a good dream in its own way.
As Albireo, who was a lover of horseback riding in the past, he had learned how to ride a horse without a saddle.
“Come here.”
Of course, a wild horse like that doesn’t give you the gobungobun, but as I said before, it’s Albireo, who is a former horseback riding enthusiast and has the force of a count.
There is nothing you can’t do.
Albireo, who was about to start rapport by stroking the stallion’s nose, hesitated.
There is.
-Hee hee!
“…”
There is something huge between the hind legs, carved with gnarled, wild muscles.
It was too big to be called a cock.
It was enormous, thick, heavy, and clumsy.
It was a horse cock.
For the sake of good morals and sound sex education for the twins, all the famous horses of the count family are mares.
That’s why the heavily stretched maljaji is a visual shock itself.
“Hehe!”
Albireo jumped up as if in a panic.
While sleeping, it was a great movement to raise the upper body with only the waist.
The vast expanse of the beach is nowhere to be seen, and the canopy of the familiar bed is visible.
“Ha… Ha… Ha… Ah, a headache…”
He must have asked for sleep to rest, but to wake up from a grotesque and sublime dream.
Albireo, who fumbled for the water bottle he had placed by his bedside and gulped down, was disgusted.
“Hmm?”
Strangely, Albireo, feeling that his robe was wet, put his hand through the gap of the robe.
– Stew
“…”
Albireo, who came out of his robe again, had plenty of clear liquid on his fingertips.
It was also heavily buried.
It would be foolish indeed to ask where the source of that sweet bodily fluid was.
Albireo, feeling embarrassed that he is doing this with his old age, wraps his head around him.
“… I wonder if it’s a dream…”
For reference, women express it as a dream, not a wet dream.
