Chapter 51 – Stranger (4)
Lucia tried to make sense of her situation as she untied all the buttons around her neck, her skilfully moving hands unstoppable, like a spider on a net she had made.
Siana’s disheveled look, and Isabella’s ‘funny thing’ whispered in her ear.
She pretended to pamper her, but she wasn’t a blind fool, so she knew how things were going.
Her body trembles slowly, and tears form in her eyes once again. But this time, it’s not because of fear, but because of sadness and rejection.
“No, no-“
But what stopped her mouth was Isabella’s soft fingers touching her lips before she knew it.
“Shh-“
Isabella, who had quieted her Lucia with a low voice, whispered in her ear again.
“You’ve already done it once with our Lucia and Siana, right? Why, even though you were happy at that time?”
No.
No Isabella.
The reason I enjoyed that day was because I was able to help you.
Because I didn’t think you would like that kid more than me.
Lucia’s gaze turns to Siana once again. Looking at the makeup that made her beauty shine even more and her new white long clothes, Lucia wanted to rush to Sianna right away and ask.
Why are you dressed like that?
Wearing that outfit, being next to Isabella was my only wish.
You don’t need any of that.
Like vulgar Becky, just take care of your overheated body, and go out of sight when I’m around.
Not even loving Isabella like I do.
Lucia felt her rising anger and sorrow, but she could do nothing. She couldn’t help but let Isabella’s hand, which reached down to her waist, rip off her clothes, furious at the fact that she couldn’t believe it.
If she herself refused to do so, Isabella would hate her.
The hem of her dress fell to the floor with a squeak, as if her spirits were rushing toward the floor. Lucia whispered in her ear again, contentedly hugging Isabella’s body from behind her.
“Now, if you don’t hang out with me. I feel so sad.”
At the words that seemed to have read her mind, Lucia could only slowly nod her head. And even in the midst of this, each time her lips and breath gently brushed Lucia’s ear, her resentment only added to her growing body.
Lucia, who was finally stripped down to her underwear, was the only one out of the three, and had to stand still like her wooden stone. As Isabella’s body temperature receded, the feeling of her air against her bare skin was so awkward.
“It is pretty.”
It was Isabella’s compliment, which would normally have brought a smile, but why did she sound so insipid today?
Lucia had to try to keep her self-esteem from collapsing, covering her breasts and nose with her hands, just to keep from bursting into tears.
With the sound of footsteps on her soft carpet, Isabella passes her Lucia. Lucia made a constant effort to make eye contact with her, but her Isabella’s her face was only turned towards Cyanna.
“… Isabella.”
She pleaded with her, but Isabella merely climbed into her bed. Looking at the tip of her toes wrapped in her stockings, the skirt that went up following the movement of her thighs, and finally the back of her sitting on top of Siana’s body.
Lucia just had to watch her all.
Isabella’s body slowly leans forward.
The sound of two lips craving each other was heard.
“Um… , Heeup, Churup-♥”
The sound of tongues mixing and exchanging saliva echoed through the room. Isabella enjoyed kissing Ciana for a long time. Her lips and nerves are focused on Sianna as she catches her wounded gaze on her back with her whole body.
Her soft, warm lips, her tongue gently intertwined with her own, her hands clasped on her ciana’s, enjoying her.
“Whoa… ♥”
After kissing her for a while, a sweet sound flowed from Sianna’s mouth as she touched her body. She smiled at the sight of her flushed face, the sight of her eyes in a deeper haze.
Isabella leans over her, holding Sianna’s wrist with one hand and unbuttoning her top with the other. She touches her lips to Sianna’s pure white nape, licks it with her tongue, and caresses it with her lips again.
Ciana doesn’t let out a single moan of hers, even though she presses her wrists hard to keep her balance. Perhaps it was because she had been bullied so much, her fortress felt completely insensitive to her other senses when she felt her pleasure.
She undid the blouse she was wearing, put her hands on her shoulders, and then slowly lowered her head and whispered in her ear.
“Release.”
At her words, her Sianna’s hand slowly rises and gropes her back. A pleasant goose bump as her soft, delicate fingers groped for her rings.
Isabella shuddered in her body, savoring the feeling.
When her hand finally finds her ring, slowly moves over her shoulder and pulls off her underwear, the tightness that surrounds her chest disappears. Isabella gives her a strong suck on the nape of her neck as a compliment.
Side-
With a satisfying sound, the traces of her lips left on the white nape of Shiana’s neck.
It leaves a mark that will not be erased for the next few days. Her glance, intentionally turning her head, looks at her Lucia.
There was a woman looking at her with her pitiful eyes, her face full of misery.
Lucia is different from Becky. If Becky indulged her only pleasure, she wanted love with herself. She wanted the affection she gave her, and she wanted her affection back to herself as much as she wanted it back.
But, she can’t always put the candy in her hand because her child is fussing.
Isabella turns her head again and buries her face in the nape of her ciana’s neck. She puts her saliva on her body, on her temperature, on her delicately soft skin.
Every time she gives her stimulation, her tremors are produced, and the shallow groans of her cyana are heard only long enough for her to hear.
With Isabella completely overlapping her body with her Sheiana, she placed her fingers on the tips of her breasts and circled them little by little, feeling the tips of her breasts rise little by little under her white dress.
Her candid manifestation of desire, Isabella smiles softly and trajects several more times. Occasionally, the size of her trajectory would increase, and other times it would become extremely narrow and no more than a stab.
“Huh… ♥”
Eventually, a leaked moan echoes from below. Isabella slowly raises her body, hoping Lucia heard her just heard it.
Cyana still looks up at her. Finally, I see different emotions in my empty eyes.
A burning lust, a thirst to quench her heated body.
“… Wake up.”
At Isabella’s words, Ciana gets up without saying anything. As if he had already noticed what she was going to do, he turned her half a turn and turned her back to Isabella.
Isabella unbuttons the top button on Sianna’s back. She kisses Sianna’s pale skin.
Side-
She unbuttons it underneath. Her ciana’s shoulders are fully exposed, and the tops of her wing bones are glimpsed. Isabella kisses her again on her newly revealed part,
Side.
Wince-
Perhaps because it was a more sensitive part, Siana’s trembling was transmitted. Isabella holds back her laugh and repeats it over and over again. She unbuttons it, and kisses her as each new layer of her skin emerges.
Side.
Side.
Side.
Finally, when she has no more buttons undone, Isabella lifts her head.
The hem of the dress hanging dangerously at the end of Siana’s shoulder looked as if it would come loose with the slightest touch. There was no underwear under her clothes, so her white back was exposed, but the hem of her dress still hid her body from her hips down.
Isabella kisses her on the nape of her neck and, slowly, removes the two cloths from the ends of her shoulders. The hem of her clothes caught on her fingertips and came off flawlessly.
Isabella’s fingertips pass Cianna’s shoulder, pass her thin forearm, and rest on the tip of her wrist.
As she tries to instruct her to remove her hand, Isabella comes up with a better idea of hers. She puts her lips to Cianna’s ear and she whispers.
“… Would you like to reach her hand, over her head?”
At her command, Siana’s hand slipped through her sleeve. Then, slowly, I feel her shoulders and back move.
Isabella looks up at her hands together toward the ceiling, smiling her delightful smile. Her hands stretched toward the ceiling, accentuating her naked upper body.
It must have looked good to the woman staring at the back of the two in vain.
After deliberately giving Lucia a little more time to appreciate her, she whispers to Sianna as she hugs her from behind.
“… Lie down, Siana.”
As Isabella slaps her hand and backs away, Cianna turns around again.
A body without a single flaw. Perhaps because she hasn’t asked me to get down yet, her hands are up towards the head of her bed, but she refuses to tell me to lower her arms. Perhaps it was because of her armpits, which were normally invisible and hidden, but now, strangely stimulating her intoxication, her appearance was several times more seductive than usual.
Isabella reaches out with both of her hands and grabs Cianna under her breasts. I lightly touch the outline of her ribs exposed on her skinny body, tapping her body in turn from the little finger to the index finger, like tapping her desk when bored sometimes.
Perhaps it was a sensitive part she didn’t know about yet, she felt Sianna’s body tremble and her legs under her sway slightly and violently.
“… I look forward to it.”
It was not a word deliberately brought up to provoke her, Lucia. Now, her heart began to throb with the pleasure she could bring just by being in front of her eyes.
Isabella, still holding Cianna’s body in her hands, pulled her as far down as she could, and kissed her on the top of her skirt, which was still uncovered to Cianna’s.
Then, only slightly.
With her tongue sticking out between her lips.
From above her belly button, like glaze on her porcelain.
Slowly, he turned upward so that Cianna could feel her tickle and ecstasy at the same time.
The body under her gently writhed at the strange new sensation,
It sounded like a small groan behind her back.
That kind of thing was good.
