How to Live With a Broken Saint 2

Chapter 2 – Home and Reunion (2)

Mason hurriedly put the kettle on the stove and headed to the table to deal with the unexpected guest. Isabella also sits facing each other with a smirk on her face, observing each other for a while, trying to match the image in her memory.

“Isabella, are you really a lady?”

It wasn’t empty talk. Her hair was as black as the night sky, and her eyes were a mysterious shade of purple beneath her slightly piercing eyes. It is hard to believe that she is the farmer’s daughter, with her fair skin and pale pink lips that look like spring has arrived.

If Isabella in her childhood was a pretty girl, now she is as pretty as a flower that blooms in a fully-ripened spring.

If Mason hadn’t met her Sianna, Isabella would have been by far the most beautiful person she had ever seen. Upon hearing her praise, Isabella responded by blushing.

“Your sister has become really pretty too.”

“What am I, I’m old now.”

Mason laughed softly and chatted while brewing tea. Isabella had become a bright and kind girl like Lucia. She talked so much that she couldn’t find any awkwardness. It’s hard to believe that this is the first reunion in thirteen years.

“Do you remember the cave we used to play in when we were little? Me, unnie, Lucia unnie, and even Becky.”

“Of course. This is where I took you.”

“You played pirates there and played house, right?”

“Do you remember how you all cried when the candle you were carrying went out?”

“Did she really cry about leaving the cave until she took a match out of her pocket?”

Mason for a moment forgot about Sianna upstairs and talked with her. It was her first time in a long time to look back at her few memories of her own childhood.

“And, last year, Jimmy and Rupert had a big accident…”

Much of Isabella’s story was given to her by Lucia in her letters. But Mason listened intently to her story. The look of her talking with a heated expression made me realize Mason for the first time.

I feel like I’m really back home.

“Oh, you also work on our farm, right?”

While drinking tea and talking for about an hour, she said as if she had suddenly remembered Isabella. Mason bit her lower lip lightly, and she brought out what she had been thinking about before.

“…Thank you for your heart, but I don’t think I can.”

“Yes? Why?”

Isabella’s face turned sullen. But Mason had her heart set.

“Because I don’t want to be indebted.”

“I owe you! Our farm always needs a hand! You get paid for your labor!”

Isabella’s sullen expression soon turned to tears, and Mason almost burst out laughing at her. The Isabella in her memory would occasionally puff out her cheeks and pout if she didn’t get her way, but some points were still in her memory.

“Thank you for caring, Isabella. I’m serious, but it’s okay. I’ll figure it out.”

“…Do you have any other plans?”

“I’m not rich, but I’m not without money yet, and I’m thinking of getting a job writing letters while commuting to and from the city.”

“The city would be very difficult to walk from here…”

As she looked at Isabella, who seemed sad, Mason wanted to mess with her hair and stroke her hair, just like she did when she was little.

“Uncle Reggie goes to town every day to deliver your milk to the market. She’s already said she’s going to give her uncle a ride every day. So I’m fine.”

Isabella hesitated and stopped talking. She talked a few more times after that, but Mason tenderly but firmly refused each time. In the end, Isabella had no choice but to turn the fire.

“So, you’re going to town for a bit tomorrow?”

“Yeah, go get the things you need and food-“

Mason’s words abruptly cut off. She heard a thud from upstairs and a heavy object falling. Isabella lifted her head to the ceiling.

“Are you a guest?”

“…Huh.”

Mason spared her words. The fact that Shiana was a god-lost saint was better when people didn’t know. She looked out the window and saw that it was already dark outside. Mason got up quickly and put the teacup away.

“It is very late. I’m sorry for taking you so long.”

She had to go see Sianna quickly, even if it was just one moment.

“Oh no, sister. I also enjoyed it.”

Isabella was quick to notice her. She noticed that Mason meant that he wanted him to leave. Once again there was a thud from upstairs. Mason hastily escorted Isabella to her door.

Suddenly Isabella, she wanted to be greedy.

“Sister, take me home.”

Mason’s eyes widened for a moment, then she put on an apologetic look. Looking at her expression, she thought for a moment about Isabella.

Mason’s sister has become a very different person than she was thirteen years ago.

What is it about her that makes her, who used to be bright and cheerful, become calm and sorrowful? She seemed resigned to something because she had simply become an adult.

“I’m sorry, Isabella. I’ll be sure to take you the next time you come to play. Enter carefully.”

The faded red door closed without hesitation. Soon I heard the sound of footsteps going up the stairs, then the sound of muffled words, and Mason’s ‘guest’, as if she was angry, soon shouting one-sidedly.

Isabella stood in front of the house, she didn’t go for a long time. The night wind, which had become dark and a bit chilly, was refreshing, and the sky was studded with beautiful stars. Her pale pink lips curled softly. It was a pleasant night.

Sister Mason has become a different person in many ways, but she will come back to the way she was.

But for her to begin, she had to clear the blockage first.

A woman’s voice screaming. Isabella looked up at the floor where the sound came from. It was hidden by the curtains, but the light was leaking out.

Tomorrow, her sister said she’s going to town for a bit, so she’ll just have to put her eyes on it.

“If you don’t want to work on our farm, I’ll make you a reason to work, sister.”

Isabella went to her house, taking comfort in the fact that she had seen her Mason sister again. Her house was also the home of Gordon, the richest man in the village, but it was grand for a farmer’s house.

Her employees see her and open her gates. Go past them and head for the stairs. As usual, her mother and father were not at home. Only hired people come and go. The moment you try to climb past them,

“King!”

With her loud bark, one of her medium-sized dogs runs up to her and hugs her. The black Labrador’s tail wags furiously. Isabella sits on her floor for a while and lets Roxy make her displays of affection.

“How are you, Roxy?”

When she asks while stroking her hair, Roxy replies with a bark once again. Isabella briefly soothes her Roxy, then goes upstairs to her own room. To the end of the corridor on the right on this floor.

He takes her key out of her pocket and slides it in. At the entrance of her own perfect space, where no one else can enter.

There is a clicking sound and the door opens.

Everything as she is when she leaves. She brightly lights the candle-lit room in her body. Books made of leather and sheepskin, a desk made of good quality hardwood, and dark green curtains covered the outside of the window, giving a more cozy atmosphere. The hearth also crackles and burns vigorously.

But her attention turned to the bed. It is the only unorganized part of Isabella’s room that is now neatly organized.

As if a pillow had been pushed in, the duvet with a raised middle raised it slowly and repeatedly. Isabella grabbed the edge of her blanket and pulled her down.

Warm heat rose in the room.

Below was a naked woman bound with ropes. She was in her crouched position like her child, her hands behind her waist, tied tightly with ropes so that she could not stretch them out at will.

As before Isabella left, the woman who had been under the covers all this time was wet with sweat. Her blonde hair was tangled and messy, and sweat clung to her face.

The woman took a deep breath in the sudden cool air. Isabella brushed her messy hair and stroked her freckled cheek.

The blindfolds over her eyes were wet with tears, and the leather gag in her mouth was stained with saliva.

Feeling the cool air from the blanket pulled back, the woman wriggled her body uncomfortably.

Isabella bent down and untied the rope a little around her woman’s back. Traces of the bright red rope remained on the woman’s waist.

Isabella whispered ticklingly to her, leaning her head in her ear and touching her girl’s chin.

“It was fun?”

At her words, the woman nodded her head. Isabella felt her satisfaction and put her hands on her cheeks. It was hot with heat, tears and saliva. She gently pulled the woman’s face and whispered in her ear.

“Becky, can you still do anything for me?”

Becky, the woman who was once her childhood friend, nods fiercely at her. Isabella whispered softly in my ear once more.

“Mouth, I’ll let you go, so don’t make a sound.”

Isabella undid the buckle on the back of her head, putting her hand under her Becky’s blonde hair to ungag her. The center of her saliva-soaked gag was a custom-made round wooden ball with holes drilled through it to make breathing easier.

“…”

Becky opened his mouth slowly and removed the gag. Isabella put her left hand up and lightly cupped her cheek, resting her thumb gently on her tongue.

Becky closed his mouth slowly. Feeling the soft touch of her tongue, the warmth of her mouth and the pleasant touch of her soft mucous membranes, Isabella watched her for a moment.

“…Hmm.”

Isabella’s eyes grew cold as Becky couldn’t contain her moans.

She slowly, to Becky’s regret, removed her hand from her mouth and gave her right hand a powerful slap on her cheek. The sound of flesh colliding reverberated through the room.

Becky collapsed back on the bed, unable to overcome the shock, and staggered back to her kneeling position.

“…While not even being able to do the simple thing of not making a sound.”

Isabella’s voice was cold as ice, but her touch on Becky’s chin was gentle.

“How are you going to do what I ask you to do?”

Becky said nothing. I just stayed still, feeling the throbbing pain in her. Even this pain was a token of her love for her.

“What am I supposed to believe in you? Are you sure you can do what I tell you to do?”

Becky nodded fiercely. It was her pleasure to do as Isabella told her to.

“…Can you do it right?”

A sweet voice, as if asking a simple favor, Becky nodded her head. Isabella sat on her lap with a smile on her lips that Becky couldn’t see. Whispering instructions for Becky in my ear.