Chapter 65 – The Twisted One
Late night.
Mason stared at the ceiling in the darkness that swallowed the room.
It was a calm time when I should have already gone to sleep, when I could hear grass insects outside, and occasionally the chirping of birds waking up the silence.
Mason couldn’t sleep.
She couldn’t say that the bed was uncomfortable. Even though the drowsiness brought by the clean pajamas, the familiar bed, and the warm bath gently beckoned her body.
She couldn’t sleep
Mason’s head, her quilt pulled all the way to her chin, is all over her while she takes a bath while she just relives what happened to her.
What the hell have I done?
Mason shuddered at her and shifted her posture at the feeling of embarrassment that engulfed her, as if a swarm of bugs had wrapped around her skin. Even so, the weight of my heart did not lighten at all.
Feeling an undeniable carnality at her brother’s touch, she felt so disgusted with herself.
Her heartbeat reacting to each stimulation of her soft, slender fingers as they moved over her own body, the dizzying sensation running down her lower body.
If she was a normal person, if she was a normal sister, she shouldn’t have let that be, and she didn’t take pleasure in it.
But Mason, funny enough, felt her brother’s touch. It wasn’t just her he, he also encouraged her in the end. With the excuse of ‘bathing’, which doesn’t even sound like her words.
She put her thoughts on hold with a strange current and a hazy head, and gave herself over to her instincts to gorge on her stimuli even more.
Like a beast in heat.
Until there, Mason’s eyes grew hot in her thoughts, and a single tear ran down her cheek and onto her pillow.
Watching the tear stains form on the white pillow sheet and slowly dye her pillow a darker color.
Mason sobbed silently.
She wanted to die She herself was a very pathetic and dirty person.
She decides to sacrifice herself for a better life for Lucia, but how far does she want to become ugly?
Tears, heavier and hotter than ever, continued to flow down my cheeks.
Mason was not someone who thought she was infinitely upright.
She knew that there could be no knight as noble as the novel, nor a holy saint as pure as the novel, and if she asked if she had ever caused trouble to others, she could not answer no.
But at the same time, she was a person who lived her life thinking that she was proud of herself.
She valued and followed her goodness from a young age, and when she served as her knight, she argued about right and wrong. She did not neglect her business, nor did she stand by when her moral assistance was needed.
When she should have had blood on her hands, much less.
She was a person who acted according to an all-too-good cause: protecting Lucia by slashing down her comrades who had fallen and tried to violate her servant of God.
Even though she was weak and conflicted, she believed herself to be a moral person and lived with her own pride.
Can she say now that she stays longer?
Her sister covets her touch, encourages her, doesn’t even try to control herself, even knowing that she is doing her wrong now.
In the end, she even pumped out the tide herself.
“This is an act of betraying humanity…”
A very heavy and painful answer that I already knew.
There was no face to see her parents. Before she passed away, she said that she would take good care of her brother, and that she would repay the two of them with a weak smile.
What made Mason suffer even more?
The feeling of Lucia’s touch and the thrill of doing something she shouldn’t have been so sweet.
And that fact reminded me of Sianna and made it even more painful.
Mason had never, not even once, felt romantic feelings for a woman. Of course, this was true for men as well.
She was right that she had never thought of any relationship, since she felt a great responsibility for her life and for supporting her brother.
For the first time, she showed her own affection for her, and her first feelings for Shiana were her confusion and rejection.
She knew she was gay, though she really did hear rumors that she occasionally ran away with two nuns from places like monasteries.
Of course, she thought it was a story that had nothing to do with her, and it was a story she had never substituted herself for, so she couldn’t accept Lucia’s heart. She couldn’t understand exactly.
She thought so, so she refused her heart from Cianna in front of her Isabella.
I love you, but it’s not the love you think.
But if it really was
“Now, what am I going to be…”
Talking quietly to herself, Mason cupped her face with her hands.
She has never seen her brother as the object of her love, let alone the object of her sexual love. As a human by nature, of course it should be, and it was not allowed to cross the line of her family.
However, before finishing her bath today, she spewed a fountain unsightly, and it was as if she had trampled on Siana’s precious heart and turned her into trash.
Of course, she still didn’t see her brother as the object of her love affair, much less her sexual love. But just because she was, that didn’t mean she was not going to lose herself in the search for the sexual ecstasy she felt.
No, the fact that she coveted her sexual pleasure made Mason even more miserable.
That she coveted Lucia’s sexual pleasure without loving her wholeheartedly beyond the line of her own family, it seemed to her that she was no different than cattle in their lust for excitement.
The infinitely dirty, disgusting, disgusting self has now crossed a line that should not be crossed.
The night continued to deepen as Mason delivered the abuse he deserved.
Kiik-
Until the visit opens.
Mason stood up in amazement and looked at her door. She stood on the other side of the open threshold, the person she most wanted to see.
Lucia in a pure white nightgown.
“Do not come.”
Mason said so.
Lucia crossed the threshold.
“Don’t come.”
Her sister spoke again, forcing her voice to tremble.
Her brother came closer to the bed.
Mason hurriedly straightened her up and threw her pillow at Lucia as she sat down.
It flew pretty hard and hit Lucia, but she didn’t stop her steps.
“Do not come! Go away! Get out!”
The last words were almost screaming. If the house were a little closer to the village, the residents would rub their sleepy eyes and knock on the door.
I don’t know if it’s fortunate or unfortunate, but their house was just so far that I couldn’t hear it.
Lucia was standing by her bedside. Mason gathered her blankets together as if to protect himself, and she screamed again.
“I told you not to come!!”
Mason loathed her approach. The closer she gets to Lucia, the more she thinks of her in the bath, not her sister, and the more she is reminded of her own dirty and ugly naked face.
She hates her getting close to him, and at the same time she doesn’t want to put her broken self next to her brother.
“Why do you keep coming! Why!! Don’t come! Don’t my words sound like words?!”
Mason cried out in tears. She wanted to pass on to her brother the anger that should have been poured out on her, the immorality that deserved her rebuke. She wanted to redeem herself from her brokenness by defining her as her evil and alienating her.
Lucia stood still for a moment, looking at Mason, then climbed onto her bed.
Mason wrapped her head in a blanket. To forget everything by blocking the view, as stupid beasts do.
Squeak, the old bed groans. The bed creaked as Lucia crawled, signaling her approach.
“Please… , Don’t come…”
Mason crouched with her eyes closed, and she wept. It had a different meaning from the tears shed in front of Lucia.
Until then she didn’t want to be abandoned, she stayed by her side.
But now I’d rather be abandoned.
She was the one who deserved to be abandoned. Lustful at her sister’s touch, seduced by her brother, and firmly rejected the precious heart of her Sianna, she was now unsure of her own feelings.
Prison-
However, Lucia’s embrace felt through her blanket was so warm that it weakened all of Mason’s worries.
“Are you okay.”
“… What.”
“I love you.”
“… Please don’t.”
Do you think this makes sense? This is not right. Crazy you, me
Mason still sobbed under the covers, and she couldn’t help but vomit the truth she felt was painful.
“This is not normal…”
Me who has become so strange, and you who say you love me like that.
You too, who sweetly whispers what I want to hear.
Me too, who cowardly wants to believe in you.
“I mean, don’t push me any further…”
But Lucia didn’t lift her arm, the weight of her body leaning against it.
Mason also couldn’t push her hard.
Slowly, she felt a hand open the covers, and Mason saw her brother staring at him in the dark.
“It’s okay, sister.”
“What on earth is this good for?”
I’m broken, you must be crazy
It’s not that I felt lust in your hands because I was strange.
Your hands, the ones that kneaded my breasts, stroked my waist, and touched my thighs, were definitely hands to stimulate me.
Even if it was me who was disheveled and weak.
It was you who broke me today.
Lucia slowly ran her hand over her face, stroking Mason’s lips.
Unfortunately, Mason’s touch eased her mind little by little.
“No matter how broken my sister is.”
Lucia’s voice with an invisible expression.
“No matter how much my sister curses at me and self-tortures.”
As Lucia’s face drew closer, Mason raised her head involuntarily.
“Because I love you.”
And, no matter who comes first, carefully and slowly.
Her sister’s lips overlapped.
The two pieces, which were originally one, were twisted and broken apart from each other.
Even that broken blemish, even one damned resemblance.
Became one again.
A kiss falls, and a faint stream of saliva connects the two sisters.
Mason still looked at her brother with a tear-stained face.
Little by little, she felt a sense of numbing guilt and a calming conscience telling her to stop right away saying she was doing something she shouldn’t have done.
And she closed her eyes at the infinite tenderness and infinite affection she had felt for the first time in a long time.
Lucia licked her lips and looked at Mason.
Her eyes closed as if savoring her kiss, her breath suddenly calmed down.
Now, she knows she’s not far from her goal.
But why
But why
Lucia thought it was dark in her room, and she was glad Mason had closed her eyes.
It was because her sister couldn’t see the expression on her face that was distorted with pain that felt like her whole body was being pricked with thorns more than ever.
