Chapter 24 – Toys (1)
The fishy taste of blood fading from the tip of her tongue belonged to Siana. Even Isabella didn’t have the nasty taste of eating other people’s blood, but it felt like the spoils of victory, so it wasn’t too bad. Leaving behind her iron taste, which left only her regret, she stroked her hair.
“Shall we leave now?”
Isabella lifted her head, which rested on her shoulder, and cupped one of her hands. Perhaps because she had been in her bath for a long time, she stood up holding her hand, which was slightly wrinkled like her own, and Sia Na also stood up without much resistance from her.
She was hard to see in the dim light, but the expression on her ciana’s face was definitely her frightened, stiff face.
She didn’t know exactly what frightened her. She’s Isabella because she’s never been in the shoes of her losers. She just thinks she has a face similar to the one Becky used to show her.
She took the hand that held her pod and carried her Sianna to her little chair, where she sat down. She dragged herself to the cart and brought her several towels to dry her hair. The soft, slippery feel of her wet, warm water passed to her fingertips.
Sianna doesn’t say much of her, just keeping her gaze right in front of her. But somehow she seemed to have dulled the determined look in her eyes this morning.
Even just brushing her hair took quite a while. With a new towel she gently wiped the nape of her neck and then slowly moved to her shoulder. Cianna’s shoulders, which had begun to take on a slight pink color from her long bath, felt soft and moist.
“Siana.”
“… Yes.”
The answer took a little longer than usual. I tried to hide my voice, but I could feel the fear that I couldn’t hide.
“Are you afraid of me?”
Isabella kissed the nape of her neck for a moment, her polished cyan. Shiana looked straight in front of her without moving.
“What answer do you want… It’s me.”
She hurriedly changed her tone as Shiana had instructed her to speak out of habit. Isabella felt a little satisfied. Little by little she seems to be getting used to following her own orders.
“Just an honest answer? Shall we call it a chat that builds trust between us?”
She was dumbfounded even after she said it herself, so she almost laughed. Of course, Shiana was thinking the same thing.
“… How can I trust you, Master?”
“Why can’t you trust me?”
Isabella let go of her pretense and slowly wiped her back and her chest, then she wiped her left arm and armpit as well. All her life she had been Isabella who only took what others did for her, but she did it well and skillfully. She said, of course, it wasn’t that difficult, and she had the satisfaction of tidying up her own prized possessions.
“… I don’t know where to start pointing it out, so I think I’d better keep quiet.”
The tip of Siana’s voice cracked slightly. Was it because she still shuddered at her betrayal? Unfortunately, she couldn’t understand her anger because Isabella was no ordinary person. She even wiped her right arm off and ordered her Sianna to stand up. Sianna followed her advice.
“Why, tell me every single one. I want to hear your real thoughts.”
She said in a soft voice, wiping the water off her ciana’s waist and her buttocks. I could feel Shiana’s pubic hair through her towel and the curves of her secret area.
“… What are my real thoughts?”
As she got down on her knees and wiped the water off her thighs and calves, a watery voice came from above Isabella’s head.
“… It’s your fault.”
“What?”
“Everything, how I had to say that to Mason, how I had to live with being harassed by you and being raped.”
Isabella felt her emotions gradually escalate in her voice above her head. Her voice trembled and she began to stutter.
“Yes, when you helped me, I thought you were a real friend… , In this way me, me… “
On the mosaic picture on the floor of the sudden starvation, new water, not water vapor, forms on the surface. Isabella carefully wiped her ciana’s toes with a towel.
“Ugh, ugh… Black… “
She was the same naked woman wiping the feet of the weeping naked saint, and she listened to Sianna’s cries while thinking that, from a third person’s point of view, she would be between obscenity and godly beauty. There was nothing wrong with what she said.
If she hadn’t been a twisted personality herself, would our Siana be living a life like this? Without hurting Mason, my poor sister and poor Sianna would have been living a happy life.
Is it my fault? That’s right. I couldn’t deny that it was all because of my selfishness. Because everything was rolling on the lies, scripts, and devices he made up.
But the funny thing is, you don’t know that.
“Is it my fault?”
Isabella lifted her head and looked up at Cianna’s face as her tears poured out. Even as she looked up at her bent face from below, her appearance was beautiful. The sight of her weeping tears on her wet hair made me feel the sorrowful beauty of a woman in sorrow.
Her tear-soaked lips, as she resisted the urge to trample on her mouth, which had not yet healed, acted out a little angry emotion.
“Say it straight, Siana. How is this my fault? This happened because you mingled with your friend’s lover.”
Isabella put down her towel and got up to frown. Normally she smiled and hid it as best she could, but if she wanted to, she could use a sharp look without hesitation. She brought a sense of intimidation many times over, especially to Sianna, who was smaller than herself.
“Even the red half is oily. If she mixes her body with someone else’s lover and bites and sucks, she should not be seen for the rest of her life. But while you stupidly said everything in front of me, are you saying I did something wrong?”
Is it my fault? That’s right, Siana. It’s all my fault. I don’t know if you still can’t figure it out, but if you insist, you’re just a victim of everything that happens in the process of getting your hands on Mason’s sister. But the truth doesn’t matter.
“Are you really selfish? I know that I have a dual personality, that if others knew, they would point fingers at me as being twisted. But I mean,”
The important thing is, a plausible cause and leap, adding a little bit of flesh to the truth, and an intensive appeal to emotions that anyone can relate to.
“I don’t flirt with anyone who is in a romantic relationship like anyone else. She’s not someone who wastes her body like a whore, and most of all-“
And if you give me a wound that makes your head hurt so much that you can’t open your thoughts properly.
“-I am not so unstable that I crave affection even then.”
“…”
Isabella looked up as her Cianna puckered her mouth a few times. Tears well up in her eyes. Sianna’s naked body trembles at the unstable breathing of her body.
It will be unfair. Of course, it’s just words that are full of emotional words and accusations rather than logic.
“What more can I say? Do you think you’re being bullied by me? Don’t be mistaken. This is paying for your sins.”
It is an unjust atonement and an absurd monstrosity. However, even coming up with the right story will be difficult for an opponent who has already been psychologically defeated.
Even though you know it’s a forced logic, your head that doesn’t work properly with anger and resentment is complicated, so it’s even harder to say anything.
“A conversation to build trust? That’s right, it’s all lies. How do I rebuild trust with you? You’re the one who broke everything But are you in a position to say that now? Is it my fault?”
With a cold expression, Isabella grabbed Cianna’s chin and thrust her in the face. Her skin had become pale enough to be clearly visible even under her pale light.
“Remember our bet, Sianna. Until the end of this fall, I have to make it so that I can’t live without you, but from what I see, don’t you have to work hard to satisfy me several times as much as you mixed with Becky? Would you rather get caught by Mason?”
“Ahhh… “
A very frightened face.
Pale lips, eyes glazed with tears.
Those green eyes, clouded with guilt, self-reproach, and regret.
Isabella couldn’t stand it any longer. She coveted Ciana’s lips. With more passion than any kiss she had ever had, she mixed her tongue and tickled the new sore in her mouth, taking her saliva and stuffing it with her own.
“Chu-eup, chu-eup… Chew up…”
The sound of kisses resounded in the bathroom, where the pouring water had stopped.
It was a slight iron taste with a slight sweetness.
Isabella took her lips off her. She stopped herself and brushed the hair of Cianna, who was probably asking a lot of questions, and she came back to reality, startled like a little squirrel.
“Isn’t it because our Siana had such thoughts, so she came out uncooperatively up until now? She can’t even figure out the subject herself, and it’s inevitable because she considers herself the victim of a pitiful tragedy.”
Isabella suddenly tugged at her hair, which came into her grasp. To the extent that Shiana let out a slight pain at her touch and her body came with it.
“She’s really nothing fancy, a horny whore who seduces her friend’s lover between her legs.”
Of course it’s a lie. Because Becky would have seduced him first. Of course, if the horny bitch had done what she told her to do, Cianna wouldn’t have mixed her body with her.
“I was wrong. A bet is made with someone of equal thinking. I am not a person who is tired of self-pity and victim mentality like you.”
Saying that, Isabella put her massage oil on the table, then slipped her finely folded gloves over her hands. She could feel the thin, heterogeneous fibers wrapped around her fingers.
“From now on, let’s not make a bet, but just make atonement with our bodies. The deadline is the same until autumn, until then, to satisfy me as much as I want.”
Isabella spread a long towel on her floor on one side of her. It was a wide, fluffy towel that could comfortably lie on one person.
“It’s the perfect atonement method for you.”
She lightly plunged the tips of her index and middle fingers into the oil and withdrew them. The oil dripping from the tips of her gloves created a slippery sheen.
“From now on, I won’t care, I won’t look at you, and I’ll do what I want. Congratulations slave, no.”
Isabella smiled coldly and looked at Cyanna. She is a feeble saint who seems best to barely stand.
“From now on, you are just my toy.”
What the hell have I done?
She was all the more terrified because there was nothing wrong with Isabella.
After all, it was adultery, and it was committed against her friend’s woman.
If I hadn’t mingled with Becky, I would never have encountered another side of Isabella.
If I hadn’t seen the two of them in the forest at that time, I wouldn’t have hurt Mason.
If only I hadn’t been harassing Mason with a nervousness I didn’t have when I was using him.
What if you hadn’t followed Mason?
What if I hadn’t been a saint?
What if I hadn’t been born?
If I had known this would happen, I’d rather just-
Itch.
It itches like crazy.
Itches, itches, itches, itches, itches-
Shiana, involuntarily, began scratching her left wrist again, now healed.
