Chapter 81 – Conflict (7)
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Carl was not inexperienced with women. It wasn’t stupid either. I was already aware of Sophia’s grumbling behavior. Sofia was deliberately inducing Carl to become angry. Unfortunately, Sophia’s actions were subtly effective.
Carl didn’t show much reaction to Sophia’s belittling him. He could understand what he had done.
Sophia is not evil at heart. No, rather, he was kind enough to make me think he was a hogu. She would forgive a slap on the cheek if the person seemed to be sincerely apologizing. After that, even if he slapped me on the other cheek again, he would get a little angry and say why he hit me. She didn’t try to retaliate against her opponent until the end.
Sophia hated her opponent to the point of killing her, but she would forgive whenever she felt it was right to do so. The damage she had done to her was something she only needed to forgive, she thought. She, however, never forgave the sins she had committed against others. Because it was right that other people should forgive the sins that caused damage to others.
One day, seeing Sophia like that, I had a delusion that even if I raped her, she would forgive me. And it was true. Sophia had said that even in the middle of her crush, she would resent you but would forgive you if you did wrong. The more Sophia abuses, insults, and bullies her Carl, the more she will want to forgive Carl when he asks for forgiveness.
When Carl tells Sofia that he is sorry and asks for forgiveness, there is a part that is calculated to some extent.
But that didn’t mean Carl didn’t feel sorry for Sophia. Even if it was a feeling that started with criminal desire and lust, Carl was clearly in love with Sophia, and he harbored a great sense of guilt deep inside for causing pain to Sophia.
Calculating behavior was just instinct. To survive in the underworld, calculations had to be routine. Even now, Carl could calculate Sophia’s actions. That was a struggle. He struggled to look at me, to be angry for me.
‘Don’t you love me? Hurry up and be angry for me’, and it was self-harm of courtship. But if Carl gets angry and courts Sophia, Sophia will kick Carl proudly.
Of course, Carl had to play on Sophia’s play, knowing that. Despite his sins, Carl could never open his eyes to see Sofia completely ruined. No big deal would happen if Sophia starved for a few meals right away, but it couldn’t be fun to see Sophia ruin herself.
Any situation in which Sofia was bullied was always within her own hands. Even when Sophia was in pain, Carl could satisfy his sadism and enjoy it because the whole situation was under his control.
Even knowing that Sofia was getting what she wanted, Carl was angry. With his face hardened, he brought in the food and he said coldly to Sofia. He said, “I heard you didn’t eat breakfast.”
But Carl was not impatient. Although emotions were not inherently easily controlled, those who were accustomed to controlling their emotions could easily fake them up to a point. Even in a situation where the five organs and six organs are twisted, you can only survive if you have a smile on your face. Carl was only moderately angry.
“Why? There’s nothing wrong with me starving, right?”
“Is there any reason to starve?”
“Because I don’t want to eat the food you gave me! If you eat it, vomit comes out!”
“You don’t like me, Sophia? Is that why you skip meals?”
“Sure!”
Carl calmly walked to Sophia’s bed. Sophia waddled and moved her hips away from her knife. Carl put the food he was holding on the table for a moment, sat down on Sofia’s bed, and brushed his face. He looked like he was regretting his past mistakes, and he seemed determined to do something.
“Come to work.”
It was a sympathetic voice. Sophia hated and hated Carl, but liked Carl’s voice. He liked the smell of knives. He liked Carl’s melancholic gaze. Sophia lowered her head slightly before she spoke. “It is difficult to move.” At that, Carl reached out to Sophia and brought her to his side. He lifted lightly with one arm. Said Carl jokingly. “You starved for a bit and lost weight in no time, Sophia.” “I didn’t lose weight, someone cut it off.” It was a joke that couldn’t even be found.
Carl smiled sadly and tidied up Sophia’s hair. I swept his face, patted him, and hugged him. Sophia tried to shoot at that pretentious act, but Carl’s voice interrupted Sophia.
“Sorry. Was it very difficult?”
“For whom?”
“It is because of me. I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry. I guess I was crazy then I just wanted to have you I noticed that other people liked you. I didn’t like the fact that they even had the heart to confess their love to you.”
“You must have been laughing when my arms and legs were cut off? Did it go your way? Because I don’t have anything to talk about with other men anymore?”
“How could that be? I almost screamed, but I gritted my teeth and endured it.”
“Do you regret it?”
“No. However, yes. I don’t regret holding onto you like that, but I think every day that there might have been another way. Every morning, every lunch, every evening. Each time a minute passes. Every hour passes.”
“… Lie.”
“Actually, I still regret it. I remember your beautiful hands and legs.”
Carl kissed him. Sophia bites Carl’s lip, drawing her blood. Carl looked at Sophia. Sophia put on her triumphant face and she spoke.
“I haven’t forgiven you yet. I still hate knives. At first, I really thought about giving everything away. You played with me.”
“Okay. But let’s have lunch. Instead of criticizing me until I feel better, don’t ruin yourself. I’ll do something for your arms and legs. I’m serious.”
“… “
Carl picked up a piece of meat with his fork and held it to Sophia’s lips. As Sophia hesitated with her lips closed, Carl put the meat in his mouth, chewed it up, and kissed Sophia’s lips. Sophia’s lips opened her mouth this time. Carl pushed the food into his tongue. When his lips parted, sticky saliva was hanging down like a thread. Next was wine.
It took an hour to eat all of lunch. After the meal, Sofia’s face was stained bright red.
I swear I didn’t want this, but when Carl’s lips touched it, my mouth opened automatically.
Sophia glanced at Carl’s erect cock, thinking that maybe it would be the same if Carl’s cock touched it.
If so, is it rape or fire? You never know.
But Sophia still hated the knife.
*
At dinner, when Sophia again refuses to eat, Carl looks really upset this time. Both Sophia and Karl already knew that it was a play. While accepting and eating the food that came in through the kiss, saying, “I don’t want to eat the food you feed me.”
Carl feigned anger, and Sofia spat out insults at him.
– So you’re trying to rape me, you’re going to treat me like a toy. To you, I’m a person who doesn’t matter at all. They would rape me, rape me, and eat me. I won’t be able to resist It’s funny. Or rape
– Rape her and turn her into a real toy. Do you turn them into obedient slaves? Does that make you feel cool? Carl was a criminal, a murderer, and a petty thief! All I know is that! You really don’t know what love is!
Carl’s answer came from slapping Sophia on the cheek. The strength was adjusted so that it wouldn’t hurt too much, but not to give off the feeling of being hit gently on purpose. When this happened, this series of events felt like a kind of ‘play’. Sophia should have felt a sense of crisis at that part, but Carl’s stiff face and huge cock paralyzed Sophia’s thinking.
“I’m sorry…”
Now, I must admit, Sophia prefers to be forced.
Carl already knew this.
