How to Live With a Broken Saint 47

Chapter 47 – Inferiority (5)

Pounding-, pounding-

Mason held his breath and listened. She hoped that Isabella’s question had misunderstood what her question contained.

“…”

But no answer came. Through the thick curtains, Isabella’s urging was heard again,

“… Our saintess, why don’t you answer me?”

“… You really didn’t even ask for an answer.”

Mason’s eyes widened in shock. She suppressed her emotions, as if to refute her doubts she had been harboring, but the beautiful voice still came out.

Her mind was disoriented and dizzy. Unlike her, who was shocked by Isabella’s sarcastic words and actions, her reaction to Ciana sounded like she was already used to it and was going through her bones.

“What are you talking about, Shiana, it hurts my heart when you react so coldly.”

Her voice, resonant and slightly smirk, was again familiar to Mason.

It seemed that she would feel dizzy from the sense of separation between Isabella’s cynical tone that still lingered in her ears and the cute little sister she had known since childhood.

Naturally, the footsteps of Isabella and Cyana, who had no idea of ​​her presence, gradually grew louder. One step, two steps, and finally stopped in front of Mason’s hiding room,

No.

She felt as if she could hear her own breathing, so she clamped her mouth shut tighter and closed her eyes. If now, if the two find out that she is hiding here.

No, never get caught

Mason himself couldn’t understand why the thought had crossed his mind. It wasn’t just that she saw Isabella’s cold side, it was because she had a subtly awkward goodbye with Ciana, she was telling her instincts.

She said she had something, something deeper and darker than that.

“… !”

Someone said something, but Mason couldn’t hear it, only to realize that she was incomparably closer to her than they had been before.

Chew-!

The sound of someone grabbing the curtain and opening it.

To Mason’s ears it was like a musical instrument playing, announcing the excitement of a play.

The final act of an unpleasant play created by God. A curtain call to announce the start.

Mason held her breath and waited.

The light from the outside lights illuminating the tightly closed eyes, and the conversation between the two people abruptly cut off.

-Isn’t that really too much? The reason you brought me here is because I was thinking of you.

But that didn’t happen.

I heard the sound of footsteps in the distance. To be precise, in the room right next to the locker room Mason used.

-Are all the clothes I have in my hands picked out for you?

Mason slumped down on his legs with a sigh. It was best for her to slowly crumble away as she held her hand against the wall so that even that wouldn’t make a sound for her. Her sudden choking breath was telling how long she had been holding her breath.

She did not know when the sweat that formed on her forehead ran down her forehead and into her eyes. She rubbed her eyes hastily, feeling a sting as she suddenly got into her eyes.

I heard Isabella and Mason moving about in the room next to her, oblivious to Mason’s presence. There was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing against cloth, followed by the sound of cloth falling to the ground. And the enveloping silence. All that could be heard was her own breathing, which silenced her as much as possible, and silence settled in.

“… Beautiful. To the point of jealousy.”

It was Isabella’s low self-talk that broke the long silence. Her words contained envy, but her tone bordered on amazement. Softly, evil- evil- I heard the sound of a comb combing through my hair.

“Such soft gray hair…”

Just like a appraiser appraises rare jewels. I heard her low whispering voice.

“The green color that hangs over your eyes, like greenery.”

Isabella’s murmur continued against the background of the sound of brushing her hair. Mason began to listen to her gentle voice, which continued as if he were a child.

“The white and soft skin too.”

Wickedness-

“Elegantly slender neck and—”

Wickedness-

“Under it, the collarbone too.”

Mason was drawing Cianna’s image in her head in line with Isabella’s words. Siana’s figure slowly drawn in line with Isabella’s words-

Perhaps it was because of the realization that he was secretly eavesdropping on their conversation, but the image of Sianna pictured in Mason’s head was a bit strange.

Like a flower on a cliff, no one can easily reach out to, a beautiful gray-white haired girl who is too beautiful to be called a borderland, her naked body wrapped in a pure white translucent veil-

At that moment, a small sound brushed her ears. At first, Mason thought she was mistaken.

Until you hear it again.

Side.

The sound of the lips colliding and falling against the flesh, and breathing through the cracks.

Side.

It is an expression of deep bond and a token of love.

Side.

Behind the warm and soft touch, a sound that sometimes leaves a strange and embarrassing mark.

“… Don’t turn your head.”

What.

“Look in the mirror. Engrave the image of you now in your own eyes.”

The fact that Isabella’s voice sounded oddly recalled was a joke created by Mason’s confused ears.

The sound, which had brought shock and astonishment of a kind that was incomparable and unmanageable before, gradually became more frequent, repeated, and deepened.

Tongue meets tongue, saliva sticks to and drips from each other. The sound of sighs and moans suppressed and eventually squeezed out.

Mason’s whitened head was full of questions that he would never get an answer to.

Could it be that you are doing it right here?

Since when?

Why doesn’t Shiana resist?

“… Fha… , Ha.”

At the sound of his panting breath, Isabella managed to catch her fading consciousness.

“In the end, in the end, this is how it will turn out…”

The voice that was weak to be called resistance, immersed in haze.

It belonged to a woman who had once secretly kissed her and brought out the hidden sincerity from the inside.

“I wanted to try it at least once.”

Rather, if the two of us had opened the curtains in the dressing room in the room I was in.

Would it have been better if I had discovered what I was hiding and had a cowardly and awkward reunion?

There was no chin that could have been better.

She couldn’t hold back her breathing, which gradually became more and more rough, and Sianna’s mouth was blocked by her hand. Was it Isabella’s hand to block her leaking sound, or was it Siana’s to block her own sexual intercourse?

She couldn’t stop the meaningless thoughts, she couldn’t stop her own imagination from snowballing into her.

I could hear the quickening of her breathing, the sound of skin rubbing against her skin for how long it had been, and the soggy sound of her hands digging through her wet flesh. The sticky, lewd noise spread by the act of bringing pleasure to the other person.

It resonated in the ears of the unauthorized guest.

“Sssss, hesssss-, eup♥!!”

Time you don’t know how long it lasted. She ended it all with the other, short moan of a child she once considered like her little brother.

I came to know the unwanted information that the two’s private activities had reached an end.

“… Cute.”

Along with Isabella’s pleasant murmur, the sound of her kissing was heard again. I couldn’t hear Shiana’s answer, but I guessed that it was her, the sound of her breathing, which hadn’t been regulated yet.

Nausea arose. I was uncomfortable with the awkwardness and rejection I felt about the heterogeneous love, which is different from the love that is conveyed in an ordinary ideological way. But what she had to suppress the most was.

It was a deep wound and a sense of betrayal.

Maybe, really maybe.

Could it be that the two of them had been enjoying a relationship like that from before while deceiving themselves?

Mason was going back to the past in her memory. On that day, before the cold winter arrived, before the relationship between Shiana and her relationship went wrong this much, Sianna’s confession.

Clearly, she felt sincere at that time. Siana’s trembling confession and apology filled with love and regret.

That was obviously sincere.

– But how will Isabella explain it?

Questions you ask yourself.

-You thought Isabella was also a kind and affectionate younger sister, right? What was the cynical look you saw earlier? And with Shiana like that again…

Stop.

Mason was shocked and she stopped thinking. She just held her own hair tightly and was trapped in her self-doubt for the longest time.

I could hear the sound of the curtains opening and the sound of two footsteps moving away. It seemed that Sianna and Mason had gone out. I waited for a long time so as not to run into the two of them below, then headed outside.

Unlike her dressing room, the bright and noisy outside stung her eyes. As if all the shady and lewd things that just happened were lies.

“Sister, why didn’t you come out like this? You were worried!”

“Uh, huh?”

Lucia was waiting in front of Mason before he knew it. Staring at her with her blank eyes, when the hell did she come?

“Sister, it’s been a little strange lately. You keep losing your mind, you can’t concentrate on the conversation, are you still sick?”

“I am…”

Mason tried to tell her she was fine. Because it was always like that.

She was her habit, her self-hypnosis to herself. I’m fine, this much is fine I can’t help it, it’s okay.

But she is now, she is betrayed by what she took for granted, and now she is holding on to herself falling apart.

Mason had no choice but to admit it.

“… It’s not okay.”

Mason rested her head on her brother’s shoulder helplessly. Although she was her shorter sister than she was, Mason needed a mental support, not a crutch to lean on her.

He could feel the eyes on the two of them, but Mason was too tired to care about her any more.

Perhaps it was because Lucia’s hand stroking her hair, without knowing why, brought her a little comfort.

Mason quietly closed her eyes and caught her breath.

“Are you all right?”

The face of her brother, who gently lifted her head and looked at her, showed her concern.

She was the only one who didn’t know that her dependence on her brother was growing little by little.

“… A little.”

“I wanted to play a little more. It makes her feel uncomfortable because her sister seems to be having a bit of a hard time. Let’s go back.”

Grabbing her brother’s outstretched hand, Mason felt grateful, sorry, and ashamed as he held her hand and headed for her first floor.

Mason took the clothes Lucia had chosen for her and headed under her. The moment I was about to ask the clerk to pay, they waved their hands with a big smile.

“Guest, you have already paid for the clothes, so you can take them.”

“… Yes?”

Mason’s answer came back indistinctly from the pouch he had taken out of her waist.

“Miss Isabella, she said earlier that she is friends with your sister over here, and that she will pay for all the clothes you buy.”

Isabella.

The money Mason had worked hard to earn for a year suddenly felt insignificant.

How can I get away from you