How to Live With a Broken Saint 23

Chapter 23 – In the Bath (3)

After receiving fresh water for her bathtub, Isabella sat behind Cianna again and began to slowly rub her body.

She slowly lathered her back, which was as smooth as spotless pure white marble. Every time I swiped with a sponge, the bubbles that popped up, and the soft texture through that gap felt good.

She brushed her watery grayish-white hair in front of her, revealing the thin back of Ciana’s neck that you wouldn’t normally be able to see. She continued rubbing her back with one hand and stroking the back of her neck with the other.

“Your skin is clean without a single spot. It makes me jealous.”

“… Thank you, master.”

After giving her enough foam on her back, she put her body on Ciana’s back, grabbing her left wrist and lifting her slightly high. The water made a creaking sound and crashed onto the surface.

“Has anyone washed you before?”

“… There was none.”

It’s a lie. It would have been a great honor for the believers to attend the bath of the saintess. As if she was used to it right now, Sianna’s posture as if she was holding her posture was proof of that. But she chose to ignore it for now.

“Okay?”

I grabbed Sianna by the wrist and lifted her slightly higher. Her armpits, which would normally not have been hidden by her clothes and arms, were exposed.

“… Oops!”

“Stay still.”

Cianna hastily tried to lower her arm, but Isabella wouldn’t allow it. She was slightly concave, and she stared blankly at it.

She was clean without a single hair on her. Her lower part wasn’t too hairy either, but her upper part was really clean as if it had just been taken care of.

“Siana, are you managing this for me? She is neat without a single hair on her. I’ll give you points.”

“…”

Of course that wouldn’t be the case. Isabella enjoyed the bashful Cianna and put her flesh into her eyes.

Isabella did not deny that she had twisted walls. To dominate her others, to have them humiliated, and to submit, taking it as pleasure in her end, gave her a thrill of pleasure.

For Isabella, all of her sexual activity was merely a stage of foreplay before she broke her partner, just that. She thought that although she, too, had sexual desires because she was a person, she was rather small compared to Becky and the others.

I only made her do it because it was fun to see that her partner was so dependent on me that she had to quench her lust for me, yet she was embarrassed by her own words and was willing to do even a broken act that deviated far from her normality.

Only that was the reason for Isabella to force humiliating acts and love affairs on her partner. She had never felt pleasure through different actions or situations, or felt a fetish in a particular part.

It must have been.

“Hey.”

It was Isabella’s honest impression.

As if static electricity was flowing, the shame transmitted through the flinching, shallow tremors.

A reddened face hidden by gray-white hair revealed another secret that would not normally have been revealed at all.

“Kyaa-?!”

An unconventional scream escaped her mouth as Isabella gently poked her armpit with her finger opposite hers.

It wasn’t the angry cry that had been brought up until now, or the tone full of pain, but a cute sound that came out of bewilderment.

“…”

I could see Sianna’s blushing face as she half-turned, covering her two weak points with her hands in her panicked haste.

“Is it itchy?”

Cianna reluctantly nodded her head a few times. She opened her muttering mouth.

“… Could you please stop, Master?”

That’s cheeky.

“Nope? Do you think I’m complacent that I did a favor earlier?”

Sianna’s face stained with shame as she glared at her, covering her upper body with her hands.

Do you know that the way she reacts seriously to her own self rather stimulates me?

“Hmm, Siana. I’m doing this to wash you clean, but if you keep doing that, I don’t have a choice either.”

“…”

The two green eyes flashed with anger, but there was no embarrassment like before. To some extent, I feel like I have prepared myself mentally.

That’s a good sign. Because that’s how your hurdles will be lowered one by one.

“Siana. Sit back Clasp your hands behind her head.”

Sianna suppressed the misery that crept into her as she slowly rose from her bathtub and turned to sit.

After sitting in her bath for a long time, she shook off her vertigo for a moment, and then Isabella’s figure came into her eyes.

Well, she couldn’t understand herself feeling this way in this situation, but she naturally compared herself to Becky’s naked body.

She was big compared to Sianna, but her small breasts compared to Becky. Isabella’s naked body was classy enough to be called erotic, and not enough to be called simply pretty.

A little more sophisticated vocabulary was needed. The word that Shiana searched through her head with difficulty found.

Sensuality.

Inwardly, she couldn’t help but think so. Isabella also had pure white skin, to the point where the word that her nipples slightly protruded at the ends of her breasts, which were neither too big nor too small, was clean without a single spot.

If I had to pick one, she had a small, barely visible dot under her right breast.

Unlike herself, who thought she was skinny, Isabella’s moderately exposed body line was like a statue carved by a famous artist. Her body, which was locked under her exposed upper body, had a straight body line without any flab.

Why was the devil born with such a beautiful shell?

Cianna did as she commanded and clasped her hands behind her head. Her arms were exposed from her submersion, and a small stream of water ran down her forearms.

“… Oops!”

When a drop of water touched her armpit, which had become extremely sensitive due to Isabella’s stimulation earlier, she involuntarily shrank slightly.

Through the haze rising from her bath, two purple eyes shone in the soft light.

“Siana. Even if it tickles, bear with it, okay? I need to clean up-“

Isabella’s hands moved slowly down her arms. Shiana closed her eyes tightly.

Lightly, her fingers touched her armpit. It tickled the slightly slippery feeling of being wet with her bite.

Wince-

Stimulation that rises gently, gradually. I couldn’t help but cringe at Isabella’s moving touch, as if gently tickling her.

Wince-

Shiana gritted her teeth and tried to hold it in, but at Isabella’s touch, carefully bringing her five fingers to one point, she eventually couldn’t stand the tickling of her and she had no choice but to hurriedly loosen her arms.

Instinctively, he put his hands between his armpits and bent down. I felt a warm body overlapping my body.

“Siana, straighten up. You’re frothing right now.”

A bruise full of pleasure tickled his ear.

Even with her eyes closed, somehow, Isabella’s expression was good in her eyes. The corners of her eyes, a smile that a stranger would find soft and beautiful.

Cianna bit her lower lip lightly and straightened her posture again. Again she lifted her sodden body and the stream of water dripped from her.

“Siana.”

When she suddenly opened her eyes slightly at the sound of her calling her, her expression was mysterious as Isabella looked at her from across from her.

“You are really naughty right now. I know that?”

Her answer, which came back with her strange smile, was a word that made her face heat up. Why, why does her face blush when she is subjected to acts that are no different from being molested and raped every day that she does not want.

Before she had even finished organizing her thoughts, Isabella’s hand went under her arm again. It was more bold, determined and tickling than before.

“Uh, well… !”

Her body trembled as if all her nerves were driven by her hand. The tickling, the strange goose bumps that I didn’t know whether it was good or bad continued to rise.

I didn’t like to laugh. No longer did she ever smile at this person.

“Black… , Oops… !”

But already, in her body’s reflex reactions to stimuli that she cannot control at her own will.

“Turn it off… Whew… !”

Her arms trembled, and it was hard to bear the bouncing of her back. Her mouth trembled as if it were about to open.

“Black… !”

And finally, to the touch of her tapping with her five fingers together in a small circle.

“Hehe… !”

A smile that I don’t want to make, and just before the last laugh bursts from my mouth.

“Okay- that’s okay. You can lower your arms now.”

The busy fingers moved away. When she gently opened her eyes, she saw Isabella again.

Her wits seemed to have suddenly cut off at the point where they should have come out, and the tickling sensation, discomfort, and discomfort settled like sediment. Her tickling soon went away quickly, but she felt worse that it would look as if she missed herself.

“What’s wrong, Siana? Are you itchy?”

“… No.”

” Okay?”

Isabella laughed and squeezed her sponge and squeezed the foam out of her again.

“Next is the side, but this time you can hold it better than the armpit, right?”

“… Yes?”

Stop please… !

Cianna gripped the walls of her bathtub with both her hands and twisted her body painfully. Every time she twisted her body in the narrow tub, the water splashed and bumped her body against the wall, but she didn’t care.

“My Siana, did you want to play paddle? It’s like a child-“

She heard her legs twitch and her toes tuck in as her fingers brushed the soles of her feet as lightly as if they were the strokes of her brush.

Surprisingly, she suffered more than any bullying that Sianna had ever suffered. She only tickled, and this behavior, which stopped only before she was about to laugh, had no way to explain it if it wasn’t just torture.

Her sides, ribs, nape of her neck, her palms, she continued to stimulate Isabella any part of her that deserved to be tickled in the slightest, but every time she was about to burst out laughing, Isabella stopped her hand.

“Please… , Please stop heckling, hat! Lord, please! Please… Wow!”

Before I knew it, Siana’s words turned into pleas. Isabella’s gentle touch was now torture itself. Being unable to reach the end was a cruel law no matter what, but when it was a stimulus, it was unimaginably painful. Every now and then she opened her eyes and saw her Isabella smiling down at her, but she couldn’t think of anything.

She just wanted the woman in front of her to end her suffering as soon as possible.

“Um, but I don’t like dirty slaves?”

Eventually, tears began to flow from Sianna’s eyes as she continued to walk the risky tightrope. The water ran down her cheeks and hit the surface of her bath, but she didn’t feel anything herself.

“Ahh…! Crane…!”

Something between a laugh and a scream jumped out of her mouth at the primal sensation of her maniacally tormenting her.

Just a little more, a little more, and I think it will be over.

I think she’ll be able to get a good laugh out of it.

“Okay- that’s it.”

However, behind Isabella’s act of removing her hand right before she burst out laughing,

When she noticed that the painful tickling would disappear, like bugs crawling all over her body, and the tingle where she bumped as she rolled in the bath, and the warm water she felt on her cheeks, it wasn’t from the bath.

“What are you doing? Now that you’ve washed everything, go to the bathroom first. Go and relax.”

After the shame and cowardice of begging half-conscious, the laughter that seemed like it would burst out at any moment disappeared without a trace.

“Siana, aren’t you leaving?”

It was only after she felt indescribable injustice, resentment, and powerlessness to do anything.

“…All right.”

Cianna Stands Up From Her Bathtub Her body felt cold when she got out of the warm bath water. Despite the fact that she must be warmed by the heated air.

She dips herself in a bath where streams of water pour from an open bird’s beak. My body, which felt cold as if it had never been, warmed up again.

Siana comforted herself. Okay. This is still fine. She could have asked for something worse. This is enough for her to bear.

I can stand it…

Shiana suddenly felt uncomfortable and covered her mouth with her hands. It seemed that her head was freezing cold. Neither the air warmed up by her nor the water in her warm bath could warm her up.

Can you stand it?

Since when did I start comforting myself that this is enough, that I can tolerate it?

Self-rationalization only leads to endless self-rationalization. If it stays like this-

She unknowingly bit her mouth so hard that she came to her senses only when drops of blood from her mouth hit the surface of her bathtub.

“Siana.”

She was the sweet voice of her demonic master. She didn’t even feel the sound approaching, or the bathtub next to her coming in.

“Remember when you agreed to tip me to please me?”

Isabella’s cold, shining purple eyes peered at Cianna, her pale complexion. She wiped a bit of blood from the tip of her lips with her fingers, which had shrunk a little from her warmth.

“When a person who resists with all his might realizes that at some point he too will change, so-“

Her black ebony hair invaded Cyana’s gray-white hair. This kiss tasted like water and iron.

“-Your face, pale and frightened, like right now, is the prettiest.”

After Isabella snapped her finger at the loose pink thread, she ran her finger across the veins of Sheena’s mouth. Her eyes were full of twisted joy.

“Today was so good. I will give you a prize.”

The hand holding Sianna’s chin points to one side of her bathtub. At its end was a pottery bottle full of oil, loaded on a cart.

“The last course is an oil massage.”

It’s not over yet.

“… Thanks, ha, sum-“

“-Hey, can you say ‘-Hayo’ instead of ‘-Nida’ from now on? I think that would be cuter.”

“… Thank you. Master.”

She buried her head in the nape of her neck and felt it rub against her face, but Cianna only felt the pain in her throbbing mouth.