Chapter 66 – Change of Knight (1)
“…”
Mason forced his heavy eyelids up.
A sore throat, a body that seemed like it was about to sink endlessly into the bed, and a stuffy mouth made it clear that it was not a very refreshing morning.
Mason lay on her bed for a while, staring at her ceiling, feeling the emptiness envelop her.
“Yes…”
The sound of rustling and tossing from the side and the pretending to be a little closer to Mason. When she turned her head, her sister, Lucia, was there.
Just as she came to her room last night, in her nightgown,
With her pillow pulled back, her disheveled brown hair tangled, her gently closed eyes clearly showed that she was still in a deep sleep.
Mason smiled naturally as he looked at her sister’s face, who was still asleep. The presence of her Lucia by her side gave her a sense of comfort.
Affection, gratitude, security.
Of course, the newly established feelings she had never had before.
Feelings that you shouldn’t have as an older sister, that others would point fingers at if they heard it.
But Mason was no longer as strict with herself as she had been before. Changes in emotions that were so intense that continued day after day, and new experiences that were just as frequent.
These slowly and surely wore her Mason down, and they were changing her.
She let go of the standards she was strict with herself, and she couldn’t hold herself back as obsessively as before.
However, on the contrary, what stood out was a little more primitive and honest sincerity.
Her uncomfortable feelings that still held her back were the same. She was aware of the fact that she was rationally absurd, that she herself was in an abnormal situation, and her feelings for her parents were still the same.
And the guilt she felt for her Shiana was indescribable.
Mason shook her head a little bit at her throbbing, then tucked her body next to Lucia, who was still breathing softly and repetitively.
The warmth she felt over the blanket, and the faint smell of her body ate away at her guilt little by little and dulled it.
The thought of not being rational, the self-deprecating thought that she was already not normal, and the feeling of sorry for her parents, she was able to close her eyes for a moment,
Lucia, she had already chosen her Isabella over herself, and she could rationalize that she loved her Lucia in the sense of her family, but not in the sense of a lover. Could
At that moment, her heart ached, but as she hugged Lucia next to her, she calmed down as if it never happened.
Lucia pressed her body closer to her sleeping sister, as a newborn baby does. She pressed her head against her chest and closed her eyes.
I was tired, but it was a more basic start to a good morning than when I woke up.
“Umm…”
Perhaps it was because of the slightly felt weight, I felt Lucia toss and turn her body a little, then stop.
Mason, feeling that her even breathing had stopped, felt that her eyes were on him, but Mason did not look up at her.
Side.
Soon, the kiss she felt near the top of her own head melted away her remaining core like snow.
Her whole body trembled. The tiredness she had felt just a little while ago was a feeling of refreshment, as if all her emotions had been blown away.
The relief that she is loved and that she can lean on someone at the same time.
Mason lifted her head to see Lucia smiling through her sleepy eyes.
“… Woke up?”
At Mason’s whispered question, Lucia nodded her head and opened her mouth.
“Are you okay now?”
Her question must have referred to what had happened yesterday morning. Mason paused as he tried to nod her head.
“… Should I say okay?”
Mason’s ambiguous answer contained a lot of emotion. Known as close sisters in the village, the two have turned into a socially condemned relationship, and I wanted to relieve my frustration a little by talking about the future anxiety.
But the owner of her warm arms, who hugged her lying Mason a little closer, whispered in her soft and sweet voice.
“It will be fine.”
She knew it was comforting to read, but the contents were addictively sweet.
Mason, whom she had previously rejected as nonsense, decided to remain silent and choose the convenient method.
With the relief of being in her hands right away, she closed her eyes and listened to Lucia’s words.
Side-
Mason shifted her head slightly from her brother’s nape and pressed her lips to the nape of her sister’s neck. It wasn’t to the extent that Lucia was sick, but to the extent that she left a slightly changed color mark.
Mason realized her shame after her actions, and soon her buried face turned red. Lucia’s voice whispered along with a soft laugh.
“Sister, why all of a sudden?”
Mason could not easily answer Lucia’s question. Now that many subtle emotions are mixed, she is too short to answer with a pinch.
“… Well.”
Mason carefully traced her feelings. There have been a lot of times where I’ve been so shaken and unstable lately, it’s the first time my emotions have been consumed to this extent in such a short period of time.
She was so exhausted and mentally cornered that she let go of all her pride and cried out loud, even though she was afraid that people might look at her strangely.
She realizes that she can no longer stand on her own and needs someone to lean on.
Only after fully immersing themselves in a twisted relationship that can no longer be called normal.
Because she realized she’d never felt so comfortable and accepted that, again, she couldn’t go back to the way she was before.
The traces of her lips that Mason left on Lucia’s nape were the product of all that sediment.
Gratitude, sorry, affection, desire.
And a sign of the beginning of change.
“… Love you.”
Saying that, Mason raised her head to see Lucia’s face, and she couldn’t help but feel a little puzzled by her.
Because Lucia’s eyebrows were subtly frowning.
“… What’s the matter?”
At her words, Lucia tried to make her laugh.
“… Sleep less.”
His expression seemed a bit far from drowsy, but Mason didn’t think too deeply. She just hugged Lucia even more as she was once her sister and she was now closer to her lover.
The time has come for new leaves to sprout on the spot where the snowflakes that seemed to never wither have faded.
After Lucia had been on vacation all winter, she went back to work in the city.
Mason also started going to work at Isabella’s farm again, and the new spring for the two slowly established itself as a daily routine.
The only time her sisters could spend together turned into the weekend when Lucia returned to her house.
Even though we couldn’t be together every day like it was during the winter, we managed to start spending days that were satisfying to each other.
The weekend is over and Lucia goes back to the city, wearing her long neckline even though the weather is getting a little warmer.
She’s a Mason who occasionally shows up in town during the week, and she looks a bit dazed, like someone who’s lost her mind somewhere else.
These were points that could be noticed if one paid attention to them, but since they were characteristics that could not easily find a connection between the two, the villagers just lived ordinary days in the new year, as they did every year.
The residents knew to some extent that the days when the sisters’ faces were reduced from the beginning, but since they were sisters who lived a little apart from the village in the first place, they didn’t feel particularly strange.
By the time the weeks turn into months, and the moon begins to stretch again,
Mason gradually began to change.
Friday night when Lucia returns.
As soon as Mason finished her work for the day, she immediately returned to her house and washed her body hastily. She knows that it is late at night when Lucia arrives at her house,
After finishing her bath, she opens her closet. It is a meager collection of her items, but among them, she takes out and wears her clothes, which she thinks are the most beautiful to show off her.
Standing in front of her mirror, checking her own dressing, her Lucia waits for her, sitting at her table where she can see the kitchen door she will enter.
She knew that it was three hours before her brother came to her house, but she wondered if she would be able to come earlier by chance if she prepared a little earlier.
The restraint of her emotions, which had begun to unravel once, never returned to its former state.
From then on, Mason begins her eternity of waiting. Like someone who has lost her soul, she sits in a chair and she just stares at her door with her blank eyes.
And after three hours
Kiik-
“… !”
Only after her door opens and Lucia enters, Mason’s lifeless eyes gradually come back to life, and a smile that hasn’t been worn all week forms on her lips.
“Come on.”
Mason walks over to her and hugs her little brother standing at her doorstep, and when she feels a pat on her own back, the sweet, electrifying current runs through her so that she hates herself.
But that alone wasn’t enough. The five days she hadn’t seen her Lucia was such a lonely pain.
In the past, I would go to bed after eating and talking, but recently there were many days where I skipped even that.
Mason in her Lucia’s arms raises her head and looks at her Lucia, and Lucia notices the change in her Mason.
“… Sister, did you wear makeup?”
“Yeah, ho, is it weird?”
Concern creeps across Mason’s beautiful face, and her heart starts beating fast. She has to tell me that Lucia suits her, but it’s the weekend she hasn’t seen in a while, and what if she says Lucia isn’t pretty, she’ll ruin the perfect weekend, then, then-
“It’s pretty. You look good, sister.”
Thoughts that continued as if casting a spell alone disappear without a trace at Lucia’s praise. Mason finally smiles brightly and overlaps Lucia’s lips himself first.
A deep kiss that left a mark on Lucia’s mouth, with the smell of cosmetics spreading lightly.
Mason doesn’t stop exchanging her saliva, pulling her into her house. As Lucia manages to close the door, Mason’s signals to her become more blatant.
“Jung, ha, sister… , Suck-“
Whatever Lucia tried to say, she didn’t matter to Mason. She coveted Lucia’s lips for a long time after that before letting her go.
Of course, meanwhile her hands were busy unbuttoning the buttons on her Lucia’s chest.
“Sister, I haven’t washed yet-“
Mason ignores her Lucia complaints. She needed proof. She had her pleasure to blow away all her self-doubt and melancholy and loneliness that came to her during the week when Lucia was away.
The desire to suffocate and die in a pile of safe bubbles created by lust and instinct, even for two days.
“… Doesn’t care.”
Mason said so and unfolded the hem of Lucia’s clothes. She runs her fingers across her large, soft breasts underneath, covered by her underwear but unable to hide her.
In place of her older sister, who devoted herself to her younger brother, a woman suffering from loneliness and a desire she could not satisfy on her own took the place.
