How to Live With a Broken Saint 16

Chapter 16 – Scars (2)

Mason is avoiding me.

Even though she had been comforting herself by saying that it was only a subtle feeling, it had been several days before she knew it, and without realizing it, Shiana bit the inside of her lower lip hard.

On the surface, it was the continuation of an ordinary daily life. In the morning, as usual, I saw off her Mason, and in the evening, I ate with her as she is now. But,

She glances at Mason while eating from a bowl. Mason, absorbed in her meal, is conscious of her gaze and smiles.

A smile that lingers on your lips. The pupils between the corners of her unbent eyes wiggle a little.

Her heart sinks Did Mason find out? That yesterday I secretly kissed her on the forehead and whispered her love to her secretly.

If you noticed

Piece of heart. A more intimate, selfish voice began to whisper.

Did you even admit it yourself? The love you whispered that night is similar to what Becky and Isabella feel for each other.

That’s the case

How long were you planning to keep it? Where did you go when you wanted to get caught the other day?

Even so, I didn’t want to be in a relationship like this.

While talking to myself, I wake up to the sound of a chair being dragged. Startled, she looked up and Mason was standing up holding her plate.

“Bur, have you eaten already?”

After all, this is the topic I brought up because I wanted to talk about it somehow. Cyanna looked up at Mason with a feeling of dismay inside.

“…Well done Siana. I’ll go up first.”

Mason met her eyes for a moment, then she turned her head and climbed up.

At this moment, Shiana had a gut feeling. That night, she realizes that Mason knows what she has done.

Sitting alone at the table, the taste of the cold stew she forced into her mouth was terrible.

I should have been patient

While she said she liked Mason, she wanted to pay back some of her sorry feelings to Mason.

She ended up hurting Mason.

“…Haha.”

Laughter broke out. Cianna sat blankly for a moment, staring in vain in the direction Mason had climbed. As she recalls her mistakes that she should not have committed.

It seemed that Cianna had noticed her.

Mason came up to her room, shut the door behind her, and grabbed her own hair. She was just frustrated. She remembered that night so much that she could still vividly remember the soft touch that touched her forehead.

It was a memory she really wanted to forget.

She didn’t want to give Shiana her hurt, but she couldn’t even hide her hardened expression on her own accord, because just looking at her made her feel dizzy from the moment that came to her mind.

“Please… Siana.”

No. Maybe she was simply mistaken for Shiana. It could be that Siana, who is still immature in emotions, is just confusing her affection with her love.

Mason put her hands together, and she began to search for a god she hadn’t been looking for even as a paladin.

Hopefully, that child, her own sore finger and lingering lingering feelings from her past, is having her puberty a little late.

She lay alone in bed, wrapped in a blanket, and Mason prayed until she fell asleep.

The next morning was the worst from the start. Cianna woke up with a stomach ache, and Mason slept in her wild dreams. There was only an awkward current flowing in the house.

“…Come on, Mason.”

“I’ll be back, Siana.”

Cianna waved her hand cautiously at her. I watch through her window until Mason’s backside disappears, and only then do I go up to her room when she’s completely out of sight.

I was depressed. The result of her small irreversible act of desire is only awkwardness, and she lies down on her bed and buries her head in her pillow. She could still feel the throbbing pain in her lower abdomen.

“…Why did that happen?”

She turns around in a state full of emptiness and emptiness. She stared blankly up at her ceiling, wishing her please Becky come soon.

Since the first time she had a relationship with Becky, she was a bit busy with Isabella’s work, so she came instead of Becky, and from then on, they lusted after each other without missing a day.

All we could get from our relationship was a momentary pleasure that would soon disappear and a little sense of security from being loved, but now I wanted to forget everything as soon as possible.

As soon as possible…

Cianna hesitates for a moment, then slowly puts her hand between her legs. Her underwear under her dress, a small crack beyond.

Little by little, she stimulates herself with her hands, which she has become more accustomed to than in the past.

“I’m sorry…”

Carefully touch her slightly raised erogenous zone with her two fingers. Softly, slowly.

She thought Mason would make her even more miserable, so she played with her hand carefully, recalling the feelings she had with Becky. Drenching her hands with saliva, wetting the dry petals. Slowly, slowly.

The moment you feel the precursor symptoms of pleasure slowly rising,

Iron, squeak-

The sound of the door downstairs opening. I hurriedly remove her hand and tidy up her clothes. It was a guest who came much earlier than usual.

I wished I had come earlier, but I had to…

Siana, who went down to soothe her own regret, faces Isabella for the first time in a long time.

“How are you, Siana?”

Standing, as always, Isabella, with her black velvety hair that was softly curled and glossy, and her enchanting purple eyes.

“It’s been a while? My busy work has finally been sorted out, and it’s been a while, so I came a little early!”

It’s been a long time since I saw Isabella running up to her and grabbing her hand.

Or because of her remorse and guilt she has ever felt about her relationship with the Masons.

Perhaps, it was because he was on a slightly different line from Becky, an opponent he could rely on a little more.

“…Siana, are you crying?”

She felt Isabella’s embarrassment flash across her face, and Cianna let her vision go white. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. She let the breath, gradually chasing it to the tip of her chin, stir her body.

“Siana.”

I could feel the gentle warmth surrounding her body along with her soft voice. The faint scent of lavender that brushed her nose was Isabella’s.

“Huh, huh… Huh…”

“It’s okay, Siana.”

Isabella silently whispered while stroking the head of the girl who was crying in her arms, her belated first love. She whispers her sweet words in her ear, and doesn’t talk about her shoulder wet with her tears.

“…Are you okay now?”

At Isabella’s question, Cianna nodded her head. Her eyes stung and her throat ached. More than anything, she was ashamed.

“Would you like to stay like this for a little longer?”

Shiana was conflicted for a moment, then nodded her head. She showed all the way she used to cry anyway, but what difference would it make if she acted like a little child?

She rested her head on her shoulder and took a deep breath. She smelled of lavender and the wind outside.

“…Isabella…La.”

While thinking about calling her by her nickname, she hurriedly called her by her first name. It reminded me of Becky, whom I call by her nickname. The two call each other by nicknames, are close friends, and love each other.

“It’s not fair…”

“Yes?”

“…Why are you guys happy? Why can’t me and Mason get along like you guys?”

Emotions surge that she cannot even understand herself. I was angry. God was unfair. She even said that she herself was once entrusted to God.

She glares at Isabella, who still looks on in bewilderment, and vents her nowhere-to-go rage.

“…I slept with Becky until yesterday. In my room, in my bed.”

I wanted to get rid of all the hateful hypocrisy, like my past self, and the expression that I could accept everything. I wanted to see that pretty face contorted with anger.

I shouldn’t have said it, but it was a little secret between Becky and me.

The voice she had heard the day before, her own but a little more insidious, burst out.

“Aren’t you embarrassed? How does it feel to be blown away while you are busy working?”

This isn’t it.

Her belly hurt more and her head hurt even more. She leaned into her arms, but her house rocked as if it wasn’t.

It shouldn’t be like this. I have to say that it’s nice to see you after a long time and that I missed you.

I couldn’t see Isabella’s expression looking down. Her eyes naturally locked as if she was being swallowed up by the darkness.

Isabella watched her exhaling wildly in her arms, chewing on what she had just said.

“I did it with Becky, la…”

She apparently only instructed her to come in with appropriate pranks, although she apparently never instructed her to mix her body.

“…Were you kidding each other?”

Isabella whispered quietly as she stroked her ciana’s hair. It was an afterthought to punish her slave who dared not follow her own words.

‘Why can’t Mason and I get along like you guys?’

This must have been an insult to a relationship that could not move forward.

Poor Siana.

Isabella lifted her lightly. Her weight was enough to fit comfortably in her arms.

“You’re too skinny, Siana. I will eat better in the future.”

Sianna put her on the bed in her room and tidied up her body. We have a chest that rises and falls every time she breathes, the neat eyelashes of two sadly closed eyes, and a face as beautiful as if it were created by God…

“My poor Ye-ha.”

Our saintess is so foolish and weak.

You know what, Siana? You and I are not really that different.

He hates being taken away from the initiative, and he hates having normal routines turned upside down. In fact, aren’t many people like that?

“…The difference is, how do you stand up after collapsing?”

You acknowledged and embraced your weak self, but I’m not.

I get what I want because of that petty pride and obsessive obsession.

In your relationship with me, I have no choice but to be the owner.

“Have a nice dream. My little saint.”

From now on, gradually, your little faith will turn towards me.

The first thing I noticed was the feel of the blanket. The soft blanket that wrapped around her body and the feel of her back were definitely on the bed.

…Why are you lying on the bed?

Feeling hazy and cautiously raising her body, Sianna caught the eye of Isabella sitting next to the bed.

“Are you awake, Siana?”

Short words, after a long time, I got chills at the short words I heard. Certainly, the cold voice and flat words I heard that day, the day I collapsed without being able to resist properly.

A body that naturally freezes. Cianna looked at her with her eyes stricken with terror.

Because I remembered all the words she had spilled out before she lost consciousness and the words she shouldn’t have said.

“Hey, Isabella…”

“Why are you so frightened? Oh, is it because Becky and Sianna slept behind me?”

Sianna tried to get her body up, but she didn’t go well. Her painful belly kept ruining her attempts.

Only then did I remember that today was the day for the moonwalk. Everything from morning sickness to stomach and head to fainting and emotional ups and downs made sense.

“Mi, Mia-“

“She knew she was wrong. Then she should have hidden it all the way to the grave.”

Isabella’s expression was cold. Compared to that time, she’s got goosebumps. Cianna quietly closed her mouth and looked up at Isabella with her terrified eyes.

“Now, maybe we should like our Miss Shiana…?”

Isabella’s eyes, which watched as she gently bit her lower lip, drew an arc and cupped her chin. Strong hands pressing down on her cheeks.

Cianna closed her eyes. Even though I could feel the burning pain on my cheek right now, I had nothing to say.

However, what touched her body was not hot fingers, but soft lips.

“…!”

Ciana opened her eyes in a hurry and was surprised to see Isabella closing her eyes and kissing her. Her hand, which had been tightly gripping her chin, came up to her own neck before she knew it and gently pressed her head.

Confusion and relief, resentment and anger toward Mason, and a bit of lust that I don’t want to admit.

Cianna gave her body to her kiss for a moment. The act of coveting each other’s mouth while welcoming her incoming tongue.

“…Why?”

After kissing for a long time, I finally uttered a question. Isabella didn’t answer. She smiled softly and only proposed to this confused saint.

“Siana, make a bet with me.”

A request, not a question, Isabella couldn’t hide her already fluttering heart.