Chapter 42 – Again, Reunion (3)
The sun was high in the sky, and it was ambiguous to eat breakfast, but it was early for lunch, and Mason opened his eyes.
“…”
A lot of tossing and turning and repeated naps made it hardly a comfortable bed. It was not easy to open her eyes, and her faint but apparently throbbing headaches plagued her.
Mason lifted her body up, ignoring her body screaming for her to get back into bed. Her face grew hot as she sat on the bed and ran her hands through her messy hair, remembering what had happened yesterday.
“Why the hell did that happen? Even if I’m crazy, I’m firmly insane.”
Mason grabbed hold of her brown hair, which she was tidying up, and tugged. She had a habit of doing it whenever she was embarrassed or upset about something. There was also a little bit of pain felt at the tip of her head, and it felt a little refreshed.
Crying like a child in front of her brother was embarrassing enough. But before she fell asleep yesterday, her act of hurting Lucia was an act of her own selfishness.
“… ‘It’s okay to be a little bit’ is not something you’re a kid…”
It is not the shameful act itself, but that it is a shameful thought put into action. Yesterday’s self was no different from a child who deliberately pretended to cry in order to receive candy.
She also told herself that it was her stupid idea to worry that her brother would leave her. She was her one and only sister, and they were each other’s irreplaceable family. How could anyone who has ever been her older sister doubt her precious little brother.
Mason lightly slapped both of her cheeks with her hands. Her yesterday’s incident was just a momentary mistake made by her emotions being boosted by her brother whom she hadn’t seen in a long time.
Mason took her clothes out of her closet, put them on, and carefully combed her hair with the comb that was on the table before she tidied up her hair.
He met her reflection in the mirror. Her brown hair, brown eyes. Beneath her, a woman dressed in her plain yellow dress looked at her.
Wouldn’t it be better to laugh a little?
Mason forced the corners of her mouth to look up, but she gave up abruptly at the expression that seemed to show her teeth. Her face, which had returned to normal, had a much more familiar expression.
Smart tock-
The knock on the door echoed in an instant, and Mason involuntarily startled. Could it be because she was too focused on her own thoughts? Slightly startled, she calmed herself and pulled on her doorknob.
“Oh, are you awake? Thank god.”
Lucia opened the door and entered with a wide smile. She just smiled so naturally and softly, unlike the forced grin she was trying to put on. Eyes that look good. A fresh smile painted on her lips seemed to light up her room.
“Breakfast is ready, sister. Let’s eat together.”
Mason smiled at her words. Unlike the smile she tried to make while looking in the mirror, a comfortable smile that came from her heart was drawn.
“Really? Thanks Lucy.”
Mason unknowingly put the nickname she had called her as a child into her mouth. When she heard her words, Lucia’s eyes widened for an instant, then changed to a bright smile.
“Lucy? I haven’t heard from you in a long time. No one calls me that these days.”
Lucia strode over and grabbed her hand. It was smooth and soft, unlike her own, roughened with the marks of her own calluses and scars.
“It’s nice to hear that my sister calls me that.”
Mason felt that the anxiety that had almost overflowed until yesterday had melted away like snow. She also had no reason to think that her brother would reject her.
“Let’s go down. I will cool down in the morning.”
Saying that, Mason did not let go of her brother’s hand. It felt like the breath of everyday life, which had been stained with depression and regret for the past few days, was slowly opening up.
“… I don’t like it.”
Isabella muttered to herself, then covered her own mouth. Unconsciously, she firmly believed that spilling her thoughts to others could act as her weakness, so she hurriedly looked around her.
Fortunately, she was relieved that it was only her and her ciana preparing for her tea time in her room, but she decided that in the future she would control herself more carefully, and she started thinking about her again. Locked
I don’t like it – this feeling was awkward for Isabella. Her Lady Luck always supported Isabella, and Isabella never failed to realize her own desires.
It wasn’t even that she had a problem plaguing her. Profits on her farm were holding up well, and from a call she received from her father not long ago, it was clear that the wool business was doing well too.
It was only a while ago that she completely subdued her Shiana.
When Isabella saw Sianna wearing the same clothes as the servants of the mansion, she thought about it.
Seeing Cianna’s back as she moved the teacup to her table so it wouldn’t make a sound, Isabella smiled slightly.
Isabella remembered the look in her eyes at Cianna, which she still had. Her green eyes, full of rage and her will to never give in.
Well, you won’t be able to see it now.
“Siana.”
At Isabella’s call, Cianna put down her tray and slowly turned her head. The green eyes under her two gray-white locks turned to her Isabella.
The quality of the clothes made of coarse straight hair was not very good. It was a servant’s clothes made of black and white cloth, which can be found anywhere in this country.
The line between those who wear these clothes and those who don’t is clear. Isabella liked this outfit, which reaffirmed her own position and clearly showed the relationship between the upper and lower arms.
Especially since her opponent was the one who rejected and hated her fiercely.
Considering the position Sianna had before her fall, her current state was enough to bring her mental pleasure to Isabelle.
“Put off your tea time for a while, and come over here.”
Isabella said and patted her own knee.
At her command, Shiana approached her without hesitation. Now that she’d done it so many times, she sat on Isabella’s lap more comfortably than ever.
Isabella happily accepted the weight of Cianna on her body. As always, Isabella had one hand on her neck and the tip of her chin, and her other hand gently wrapped around her waist.
Isabella has hated dolls since she was a child. Her wooden puppets, which she threw at her to play with imitations of her people, were unpleasant and stupid.
‘What are you doing!’
Once, when she was very young, her mother Becky pushed her to the floor and burst into tears. Isabella couldn’t understand her sudden behavior.
She just threw away her doll, a burnt-out rag that Becky always carried around.
Later, Isabella couldn’t hide her disappointment when she discovered that girls of her age loved dolls.
However, it was only now, after quite a long time, that Isabella seemed to understand a little bit of Becky’s feelings.
That Cyana is in her hands. That alone made Isabella feel good.
She was happy that her presence was by her side, where she could touch her warm, soft skin, feel her body on the tip of her nose, and hear the beating of her heart beside her.
Isabella thought of her, stroking her, burying the tip of her nose in her gray-white hair.
Cyanna was still irritating to Isabella. Then, did the plan for the next target, Mason, go awry?
But soon, Isabella shook her head excitedly. The plan for Mason was just taking her first steps. Lucia went home yesterday, and there are still too many steps left to discuss the setback in her plans.
Then what the hell is the problem?
“Oh…”
Isabella came to her senses at the sound of Cianna’s slightly leaky moaning. It was because her hand, which she had let go while she was lost in her thoughts, was unconsciously stimulating her inner thigh.
Isabella’s sneer formed on her lips again. Siana’s body was becoming more sensitive day by day. Does her complete abandonment of herself excite her even more? Of course, Isabella had no idea what was really going on.
The important thing is that he won’t easily give Sianna what she wants.
Isabella grabbed her chin by the tip of her chin and turned it to face her. Already, Sianna’s eyes were stained with her cloudiness. Now naturally, she came to match her lips first.
The sound of her softer side echoed as the two moist skins of hers clashed and fell.
Isabella enjoyed her aggressiveness and the warm feel of her tongue in her mouth. And then, more daringly than before, she let her hands play on her body.
Swoop-
With one hand tying her coarse straight hair, one unbuttoning her collar, and the other between her long skirt, she began to tickle her buttock with her fingertips.
Her soft hand soon touched Isabella’s cheek. Her small, slender hands pressed her face closer.
Today, however, Isabella did not want to cater to her needs.
On her tickling line, Isabella lifted her toe slightly over her gold as if tickling it.
It wasn’t easy getting her head out of her hand and Sianna’s tangled tongue. Isabella wanted to close her eyes to the annoying discomfort that plagued her, and let her body do what it wanted.
If I was the one who would give up on that desire in the first place, I wouldn’t have been able to get Shiana into her hands in the first place.
Isabella stands up so that her Cianna is forced to rise from her lap. Siana can’t help but slip and get up. Her Sianna’s hand lingered away from her face. She whispers softly as she enjoys the mixture of disappointment, resignation, regret and shame on her face.
“Should I go back and get ready? At this rate, tea time will pass.”
Isabella stifled a small laugh as she turned around and headed back to her table. The thought that she looked cute crossed her mind for a moment, but she quickly disappeared.
Isabella sips her tea and thinks of her again. Where does this dissatisfaction, unresolved awkwardness come from? Is there something I am missing?
Isabella thought so and looked at her Sianna. Sianna was also melting one of her sugar cubes in a teacup to drink her tea.
When she suddenly saw her, she remembered her old Shiana again. She was like a threatening wolf cub, baring her teeth that hadn’t even been properly held yet.
For a moment…
Isabella frowned slightly, lost in her thoughts.
If I… ?
Isabella picked up several sugar cubes lying in front of her.
“Siana.”
At Isabella’s call, Ciana comes to her side. Isabella puts one of her sugar cubes in her mouth and kisses her.
It felt like Shiana’s embarrassment was being conveyed. She pushes the sugar cube that was in her mouth into her mouth. The sharp sweetness of her slightly melted and worn cube lingers on the tip of her tongue, then passes to her cyana.
Sianna’s upper and lower teeth part, and after shoving her sugar cube onto her tongue, she waits.
Naturally, the kiss ended just like that. Her misunderstanding of the situation was evident in her jade-colored eyes as she lifted her lips from her mating and looked at her Sianna.
But if, well, she was the Sianna of old. If she had been full of miasma.
She might have had a little more fun.
If she was Shiana at the time, would she have pretended to accept my kiss and then chew it hard? If Mason hadn’t been so important to her, or if the wick of her ciana had been a little harder, wouldn’t she have felt the fishy taste of blood and strong pain on her tongue?
Think for a moment about walking the tightrope between pain and pleasure. The excitement brought by an undetermined number, the scars that a cat does not consider its owner to be its owner, and carves its owner’s body with its hiss.
Am I wanting something like that now?
As Isabella repeated her thoughts, she felt certainty change. The reason why she didn’t like her current situation was finally seen in her eyes,
Ironically, she was bored now.
The situation that went back to her convenience so much, now that all of her plans she concocted are not going to deviate even an inch. A daily life without stimulation.
It was so uncharacteristic of her that she laughed out loud.
Since when did this change? Since when did she change like this, who loved her complete control and initiative, even the slightest deviation from her plans?
The second question was easier to answer. Isabella looked at the woman in front of her as she sipped with her teacup.
The woman who showed her the end of her most miserable fall, which was her greatest motivation so far.
Isabella rose from her seat with a cup of tea. The teacup in her hand was already lukewarm thanks to Isabella’s delay in preparing for Sianna’s tea time.
Isabella pretends to take the teacup and head for the bookshelf behind Cianna, and she pours the tea over her head.
She let go The tea flowed swiftly down her face, down her neck, and down her shoulders, like a waterfall down a cliff.
“Wow?!”
At Isabella’s sudden action, Cianna let out a scream and dropped her teacup from her hand. She hit Cianna’s knee once and then fell onto her carpet. The teacup was not broken, but the tea inside her soaked her clothes.
“Okay.”
Isabella met Cianna’s eyes, full of her bewilderment and wariness. She looked down at her with her usual calm smile, but inside her Isabella was filled with the excitement she felt for the first time.
An impulse that is the opposite of control and planning.
“… Should I change my clothes?”
Isabella pressed her lips to the nape of her neck as she slowly unbuttoned her buttons before her Cyanna wonder turned to her questions.
The taste of lukewarm black tea felt on the tip of her tongue.
