Chapter 36 – Beyond the Bottom (1)
Isabella clearly engraves everything about Sianna in despair. The look on her face in shock, the sound of her breathing disturbed by her excitement, the sound of anguish like a beast that couldn’t bear to get past her throat.
Cyana’s eyes are like poisonous eyes, becoming a terrible green color. Tangled and broken, envy and love can no longer be undone.
Her body, which trembles like a quivering tree, is felt by Isabella’s hand as she unties her blouse.
“… Poor Sianna.”
Isabella resists her desire to take her right now, even now. She now sees the empty eyes that nothing can fill, and she feels the strong urge to kiss her and mix her tongue.
But she is patient with Isabella. Silently waiting for her feelings for her Sianna to be more thoroughly ruined, her Shiana helps her anger to be directed towards her one place.
The lifeless eyes of a woman who has been used only for a lifetime stare blankly at the traitor. Like a statue without even a handful of breath.
“… Poor girl, surrounded only by liars.”
Isabella whispers that while Cianna undresses her, Cianna doesn’t resist her once. All her attention is on the woman in bed.
Isabella pulls Sianna behind her for one last moment. Her body is cold as ice. Even though she was obviously wearing heavy clothes for a walk.
The director who planned all of this kisses the main character on the cheek with eyes filled with anticipation and lightly pushes her on the back.
Sianna’s eyes, pushed forward a few steps, turn to her bed and repeat her run away. The weak, naked woman on the bed, breathing heavily, was still there.
Now that her moment feels like a fright, Siana’s mind continues to confront.
Mason can’t do that. No matter what Isabella does, she is a trap that Isabella has prepared for her. Obviously it should
The thought of trying to somehow deny the fact in front of her eyes. And,
But can you bet? Isabella is also the one who once said that she would hold your hand, that she was his friend, that she would not abandon her. Are you sure she won’t say she’s a Mason?
A built-in doubt created by experiences and experiences that have been experienced so far.
The poor protagonist falls into a distant fear. She wants to confirm that she is not a Mason, and at the same time she wants to confirm the truth that she cannot handle.
But even so, Shiana wants to deny it. She opens her eyes painfully, trying to find evidence that she is not the one she loves.
However, that brown hair must have been the hair that Cianna had seen for years.
Only then did Shiana admit it. Now, that slut with such an ugly face was once the one she truly loved with all her heart.
“… Under.”
It wasn’t clear whether what came out of Sianna’s mouth was a sneer or a sigh, but she had no doubt that it was the last flurry of her wispy reason.
Sianna moves closer to her bed. The woman wearing her blindfold doesn’t see Sianna, but she struggles to get her body upright as if she heard her steps.
“At least, that was it.”
Sianna looks down at her with her cold expression. Her woman, blindfolded and gagged, struggles to her feet and lifts her head towards the sound of Sianna’s words.
Her hair covered her face from sweat and saliva dripping from the gag, and her cheeks were stained red from Sianna’s hand cuts. However, it seemed that her body was trembling constantly because of fear.
“Saying I’m sorry, saying I love you, those were all lies,”
Siana’s voice is calm. She hadn’t even thought of the voice she used to spit out her vile curses until just now.
“… To the liar.”
Sianna’s right hand gently strokes her woman’s cheek. She, as she usually does to the one she loves.
“What punishment should I give?”
Throwing away everything in her life that has constituted her all her life. A smile true to her ugliest, most instinctive needs.
It had a terrifying resemblance to that of the woman watching all of this.
Sianna pushes the woman who was lying on her stomach in an awkward position. Her cold, jade-colored eyes scan the woman’s naked body.
For a moment, she feels a sharp pain in a corner of her chest.
As much as she loved her, she wanted her physical satisfaction to be with her at the same time.
She felt a need that grew in her experiences with Becky and as she gradually opened her eyes to her physical pleasures, and it is only natural that she would want to share that desire with the one she loves.
I didn’t mean to share the bed with you like this.
One late morning on a weekend, the warm sunlight stings my eyes through the open window. Sianna wakes rubbing her sleepy eyes. She turns around and falls into her arms, still under the cozy blanket. Not waking up from her slumber, she hugs Cianna while she is half asleep. I can feel her body temperature, her skin.
Feeling the peace it brings, Cianna goes back to her sleep. The stiffness of her body felt from the love affair the night before was rather a proof of love.
At the end of her ritual of falling back to sleep, Cianna smells her faintly. The smell of old wood and some dust that her old room brings.
It was a nostalgic smell.
Affectionate, precious, meaningful to each other.
“I wanted something like that.”
Her arms, which she wanted to hug her, lay neatly on her lap. As was the case with Isabella’s ‘bitch’.
That attitude.
The bitterness turns into the pain of betrayal again. In an attitude that reminds me of the hellish days that I believed that I would be able to forget if I regained my daily life again.
In the end, the inferiority complex, self-loathing, and desires that have been piled up all mix together and erupt. It rises and overflows and overflows.
Like a cornered cat, Cianna is like she’s doggedly tripping over a woman and overlapping her body. Like a hungry beast, it bites her body.
She covets her body without even knowing exactly what she is doing. He covets her as if he were tasting her flesh. Secretly, the girl she had only thought about during the hot night strongly gripped her chest.
“Wow-“
The crude cries behind the gag, a mixture of her pain and joy, only aroused Cianna even more. With a touch left to her instincts, she ferociously gratified her lust, but it was as unsatisfied as her burning thirst.
“Ooh, uh, sseut♥”
I could feel that the screams from Sianna’s violent hand gradually turned into a chorus, and the sound of her breath, which had been cut short due to her pain, soon turned into a heated breath. However, Siana did not feel pleasure. Rather, it felt like she was gradually numb.
However, contrary to thought, the body does not stop. The unstoppable taste dance gradually follows her curves. Under. Under. Further down.
Finally, even to her secret.
“Sssss, ugh-sssss♥♥♥”
The cycle of the woman’s crude sex continued to shorten. Cianna Doesn’t Stop Her Tongue She caresses her clitoris with her tongue and continues to explore her insides with her fingers. As if everything would be over once this woman was satisfied. Pushing her into her pleasure without her hands.
The moment when Shia and the woman herself realize that they are on the verge of her pleasure.
Shiana thrusts her finger deep into her body one last time, stimulating her secret part.
The woman spurts the tide as her body trembles and her body stiffens for a moment. Cianna removes her face, but she goes mad and can’t escape the pouring water. But she doesn’t care. Rather, she feels a sense of pride and identification with the ugly.
Okay. You too were just a bitch. I am not weak Originally, once people came to know this kind of pleasure, depravity was unavoidable.
She finds relief in her desire to justify herself, seeing that she too has lost her reason and left it to her instincts. She catches her breath and looks at the woman lying on her bed.
“Ooh… ♥”
Her eye patch left her mark, soaked in her tears, and I watch her wandering in the still sensation of her rising and falling heart.
Like a snuffer that had clenched her swollen fist and accidentally crushed her alley boss. Cianna looked at her abruptly, feeling her unhinged excitement and confusion.
For some reason, she no longer felt beautiful. Is it because her envy and feelings for her have all faded?
A soft smile echoed in Siana’s ears.
She turns her head slowly. A laughing demon enters her eyes. A beautiful devil with purple eyes that were as black as darkness and shimmering more mysteriously than amethyst.
Shiana stares blankly at her smile. What emotions should she be feeling?
After laughing for a while, the devil wipes the tears from his eyes.
Was she that good-looking?
“How are you feeling?”
Looking at the glowing purple eyes, Shiana nodded her head. Her feelings of betrayal and anger still lingered on, but she felt relieved for now. Because she realized that she was as weak as she was, no, maybe she was just trying to break herself in the first place.
It’s not my fault that I’m broken like this. Mason cheating on me is bad. Was she planning everything that brought me here in the first place? Okay. I am the victim I am pure
“… What, are you done now?”
Siana feels a strange sense of incongruity for a moment. But she doesn’t notice right away and she thinks about her for a while,
Her demonic giggling deepens, and Shiana only then realizes the identity of her sense of incongruity and turns her head away.
Voice.
The woman, who had cuts and bruises all over her body and the scars that Shiana had etched on her, seemed to have loosened it with her own hands, and in one hand she held the gag that had been held in her mouth until a while ago.
I’m sure those words just came out of her mouth.
“… You, your neck, your voice…”
Sianna could not take her eyes off the woman as she felt her whole body freeze.
It couldn’t be like this. That brown hair must have belonged to Mason. But then what was the voice you just heard? Am I out of my mind?
Why isn’t it Mason’s voice?
“Oh, it’s over. Whoop-“
The devil replies with a giggle as to what is so interesting.
“It hurts, it hurts, but it wasn’t bad. Is it because you trained?”
Mason grumbles in her voice, which still sounds out of place, and pulls off her tear-soaked eyepatch.
And her bared brown eyes were Mason’s.
But she wasn’t a Mason.
The color of her hair and the color of her eyes were Mason’s, but she was no Mason without her eyepatch and gag. She was different even though she clearly looked the same.
Shiana finally feels the anger and betrayal that had blinded her fade away, and she sees a difference she hadn’t seen before.
She was a bit thinner than Mason. She had a little softer, finer lines rather than Sianna’s well-trained body.
Mason, no. She makes eye contact with Shiana and smiles.
“Hi. Siana. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Her laugh is artificial. Sianna reads the emotion in her eyes.
Jealousy.
A woman who looks just like Mason smiles and walks past the frozen Cianna. She quickly takes her into the devil’s arms and kisses her on the cheek.
As if her existence as her siana was not worth a speck to her.
“Really, you asked for it so much, and it was fun for me too, but I can’t tolerate someone who likes Jae more than me♥”
It was a cute little grumble like a pouting child, but her brown eyes were not like Mason’s friendly ones.
Brown eyes with something maniacal in them were staring at Isabella.
“I don’t need them all. I mean, all I need is you I don’t expect you to look at me wholeheartedly, but don’t make me go crazy.”
Then, as if to make a shy confession,
“I mean you are the only one… ♥”
Siana realizes who she is belatedly.
The strict owner of the house she lives in and the room she uses.
The one and only true blood of her only family.
“… Lucia.”
