How to Live With a Broken Saint 44

Chapter 44 – Inferiority (2)

“So?”

Lucia naturally opened her eyes and looked up at Isabella. She rests her head on her thigh, one hand stretches over her head and touches Isabella’s fingertips, her fingertips fiddling with her manicured nails.

“I told you. For that reason, stay with Mason for the time being.”

“… Mmm.”

Lucia shook her head slightly and buried her head in her arms, as if she was complaining.

“I don’t like it.”

Why is it that I can feel Isabella’s glare even with her eyes closed? Lucia laughed inwardly and enjoyed the untimely childishness. Could she have been like this to her parents as a child?

Lucia thought for a moment, but then she laughed.

It’s a memory from so long ago that even thinking about it seems meaningless.

“Lucia.”

As usual, Isabella’s voice called her name in a low voice.

Okay. I want to hear this voice

The vibrations of your body that I feel when you speak are transmitted to me, and I feel the warmth of your body even from you, who is cold-blooded and calculating, and doesn’t seem to come out even if you stab him.

“Why?”

He deliberately scratches her nerves and plays a stupid but clear voice. It’s not a sincere performance. In any case, apart from her sincerity, Isabella would have recognized it as if it were a piece of cake.

In her arms, she turns her head and slightly opens her eyes. Isabella’s face comes in. Her purple eyes.

Her eyes were like dark purple curtains, as if she wouldn’t allow anyone to look into the clues of the picture she was drawing.

I don’t know who did it, but there was a famous saying. A person’s eyes are a glass window that reflects the heart transparently.

Lucia thought a little differently when she happened to hear that proverb. Glass windows are a delicate luxury. Ordinary people put nice things and beautiful things in the place where the glass window stands.

Like your own product. Or a pot with beautiful flowers to decorate the space.

The window is just a means to highlight the decorated inner side that others want to see, pretending not to mean it.

A device to sell fantasy through the modest satisfaction gained from seeing the permitted exposure while satisfying the abnormal voyeurism of people who strangely want to read the inside, thoughts, and intentions of people.

That’s why Lucia thinks that ‘eyes’ are far from glass windows.

The eyes follow their own attention. Most sensually and instinctively, they crave attention. It was the conclusion she came to after seeing it many times while working at the store.

Conceited ladies staring at high-quality fabrics as if they were going to swallow them, men pretending to be confident and secretly checking the price tag to buy their favor, and at the same time telling stories about clothes from the side with their own faces The gaze that scans the body.

It was the correct answer I got after looking at it for so long.

Eyes are the last lingering attachments that remain on what one desires, and the fingerprints left on objects touched with one’s fingertips.

Of all the people Lucia saw, Isabella’s eyes were the most suitable for a proverb. She’s what she wants Her eyes allow only the information she wants others to read.

It’s like a window that reflects the most expensive and beautiful clothes in front of a dressmaker’s shop.

“Lucia. Not funny.”

At Isabella’s words, Lucia grinned. Although Isabella wouldn’t allow her feelings to be read now, Lucia was also someone with years of experience dealing with numerous guests. That’s why she had a good eye. To what extent did she know that Isabella would accept her arrogance.

How far is the permitted line for her aegyo?

“Okay.”

Lucia knew what Isabella wanted. Of course she must be her older sister, Mason. Since she was a child, only Mason was at the end of her interest. Of course, she seems to catch glimpses of the unexpected presence that is now Ciana, but she knows that and Isabella’s desire for a Mason is one thing apart.

“Are you planning to use me to get close to my sister?”

Lucia gets to her core and Isabella puts her hand to her own breast. Isabella’s hand does not withdraw, nor does she grasp her body with her hand full of desire. It just stays there as Lucia put it on.

“Huh.”

“It’s a bit sad~.”

However, Lucia’s voice is far from sad. Isabella always had what she wanted in her hands, and she herself had no intention of dissuading her either. Because she loved Isabella. Because she was a real family and a real love, nothing compared to Mason, who simply shared her blood.

If only her sister could be happy through Isabella, if only she could be as happy as I am.

Good is good, right?

Although there are more people to share Isabella with here, I can stand it.

I am the patient and understanding sister who has waited for her sister all this time.

Lucia raises her hand and strokes her Isabella’s cheek. Isabella does not refuse her touch.

If Becky had done that, she would have cut her hand coldly and scolded her.

Lucia thinks of a vivid picture and she giggles. After being rejected for licking her master’s face, ignorant of her own subject, she looked up pitifully with her ears folded and her tail held between her legs.

She’s loyal but stupid and always consistent, but that’s why she’s a tight-fisted woman.

Sianna was far from such a woman. Even with her pranks, her aegyo, and some tightrope walking that would not be allowed if it were her Becky, Isabella tended to condone her.

Because I’m different from that stupid girl.

“Isabelle.”

“… Why.”

“You are telling me to cooperate in destroying my one and only family, are you done with that?”

Straightening one of her index fingers, she slowly runs across Isabella’s forearm.

“I wonder if I should get something a little bit too~”

Isabella’s purple eyes are unwavering. She knows all too well what she wants, and she, too, knows that this wouldn’t be possible without her own cooperation.

Isabella lets out a deep sigh and smiles.

“Sometimes I wonder if I let you behave too rudely.”

“So?”

Lucia smiles softly. Isabella also smiles and bows her head. She tucked her black hair behind her ear, which naturally tickled Lucia’s face.

Mouths overlap and soft tongues come in. It is warm and sweet. A natural lover’s kiss, neither obstinate nor awkward.

So perfectly contrived.

Lucia knows all too well. She knew that she wanted this relationship with her Isabella, and that she was adjusting to herself even though Isabella had the upper hand in this relationship.

In fact, she also thinks that she is no different from Becky. However, she deliberately imitates defiance. Sometimes she bites her hand and runs away, sometimes she knocks over her things on purpose, but nonetheless she avoids doing things that go against her heart.

Then, such a sweet reward awaits.

If Becky was a dog, Lucia was a cat. No matter how smug she is, she eventually returns to her seat next to her master.

Their lips moved away from each other, and Lucia quietly opened her eyes. She whispers as she feels her breath, her body temperature, her tickling hair.

“But, that kid. You look anxious, can I just leave it as it is?”

Isabella listens to her, but doesn’t even lift her face. She makes eye contact with her and puts the lines she wants into her mouth.

“Who?”

Lucia pulls her back, thinking for a moment how clever she can be if her own opponent wants it. That’s how she enjoys a sense of superiority as the opponent chosen before ‘that kid’.

In one corner of the room, the evil devil and her cat enjoy each other, forgetting about the gray-white saint who tries to hold on to the world that is still collapsing.

Lucia glances sideways at Mason, who walks behind her. Mason looks around her and doesn’t notice Lucia’s gaze on her.

-Masons are not competitive. She’s not jealous, and she’s not the kind of person who wants what isn’t there. She’s in some ways more demanding than Shia.

Before Lucia leaves her mansion, she recalls the advice she heard from Isabella.

-Then what should I do?

To her question, Isabella said with her eyes shining.

– What she took for granted. She has to make her realize the greed she didn’t even know she had.

So, what can stimulate my sister? What actions of hers make her suffer, and what thoughts of hers make her endangered.

Lucia said she intended to try several things for the time being. She thought to stimulate her in many ways, gradually increasing her intensity.

“… It was surprisingly vulnerable to all the stimuli I gave it.”

Lucia muttered quietly so Isabella couldn’t hear. Surprisingly, it was a bit disappointing to see Mason staring at her with a sense of pride at each and every one of her reactions.

She thought her older sister was more of a pulpit than that.

She had already been told by Isabella that Mason’s mental limits were already pushed, but she felt a little pity when she saw that she was really paying attention to her every action.

But rather, because of that, Lucia was able to catch her clue.

Hope she had given up early on that she wouldn’t be able to on her own. But the only thing allowed is hope, the wall blocking it. The qualifications and dissatisfaction that stem from there.

First of all, my sister should know how pretty she could be.

“Sister, shall we go see clothes first?”

Lucia looks back at Mason with the brightest smile she could ever put on.