How to Live With a Broken Saint 67

Chapter 67 – Change of Knight (2)

Mason seldom let Lucia go. The door leading to the kitchen from the outside was still open, and the younger brother couldn’t even put down the luggage in his hand, but Mason was in a hurry to satisfy his needs.

She stroked her body with her now quite skillful hands, pressing her closer to herself so that she couldn’t escape.

The faint scent of sweat remaining in the place where the slightly warm spring sun swept over Lucia’s body, but mixed with Lucia’s scent, it did not feel unpleasant.

Rather, it was like the smell I get when I bury my head in her arms after making love on the bed.

It was a scent that was addictive and hazy, blurring her own judgment and reducing her sense of rejection.

“… I miss you.”

Mason whispered with her sincerity. The memories of the weekdays without Lucia were fuzzy and unclear, like her dreams.

I couldn’t quite remember how I got through each day, what I ate, or who I talked to.

Only Lucia, when she was by her side, made her realize that she was alive.

Gray-white life regains its color in an instant, the five senses of numb daily life come to life, and the slow-flowing time passes by in an instant like a meteor in the sky.

She was the only one who became the fulfillment of her pleasure and the meaning of her life in the short two days she was with her. I couldn’t even imagine life without Lucia anymore.

Like a mistletoe that lives on the trunk of a great tree, Mason hangs herself on her memories of her with Lucia.

“… I missed you.”

Your voice, your breath, your pulse.

Her hand, which had been stroking Lucia’s chest, slowly moved upward, following the contours of her body. To unbutton the collar of her neck, which was wrapped around her slender neck.
After unbuttoning all the buttons, he would covet the naked body exposed under the hem of her dress. During the week, the body that I thought of several times to comfort myself.

However, the list of desires that had continued in her head was suddenly cut off.

“… ?”

Mason took a moment to understand what was blocking her hand. Her warmth, her hand gently gripping her own wrist, her apparent refusal to let her reach her goal.

“… What’s wrong, Lucia?”

Mason meets Lucia’s eyes. There was an emotion in her brown eyes that was hard to read, and as she couldn’t quite make out her intentions, uncomfortable sensations crept through her body.

“…”

Lucia doesn’t open her mouth as if searching for something to say to her, and her uncomfortable sensation turns into a tingling pain. Crying, she suddenly feels her throat choke, and Mason opens her mouth in a quivering voice.

“Um, what’s going on? Was I in too much of a hurry?”

Impatience prevails. Mason hurriedly removes her hand and, hoping Lucia doesn’t offend her, she hurriedly looks at her. She took two steps back and tried to feign her bravery, but it couldn’t be easier.

“Mi, sorry, are you very tired? I wouldn’t have been able to eat… Now, hold on!”

Mason hurriedly rummages through her kitchen to get her ingredients and prepare her meal. Her desire to mix her body with her immediately subsides coldly, and fear overtakes her in its place.

She fears she will hate herself. Even though she knew that the love Lucia had shown her would not be shaken by an act of this magnitude.

He couldn’t easily shake off the fear that his mistakes might pile up one by one and become a huge wall.

Laying down the cutting board, he clumsily takes out the knife with trembling hands, but drops it. Again, I struggled to pick up the knife and put it on the table, taking a deep breath.

“Sister.”

The knife he lifted to trim the ingredients almost cut off his finger. She heard her voice behind her, but was afraid to check Lucia’s expression.

It was scary. Afraid Lucia of her displeased expression will push her away. She thinks she’s a strange person, she thinks she’s already irreversible and tries to distance herself.

Mason stayed frozen and focused her attention on the ingredients on her chopping board. She herself couldn’t hear her. Just prepare a warm and delicious meal, the two of you will eat, and at night make love again as if nothing happened.

I will reaffirm the love I receive with the pleasure and pain I feel in my body and her warmth, and I will give love again while being relieved in it.

You can’t ruin my perfect weekend.

The moment she tries to cut the ingredients with her knife again, her warm arms wrap around her waist. Her entire body stiffened, and she felt Lucia’s face rest on her shoulder.

“Why are you so frozen, sister?”

It was the soft, Lucia voice she knew. She felt her brother’s presence bring her stability and joy.

The uneasiness that had constricted her throat disappeared in an instant, and her body trembled. Lucia is a being who understands herself. She is the one who never pushes herself away and always loves her.

She was fleeting, but she hated herself for feeling insecure. As for Lucia, she is always by my side, and she is someone I can rely on.

“Yes… , That, I think I was in too much of a hurry. Phi, was it because you were tired? How was work today?”

Excusing herself in a trembling voice, Mason slowly prepares the ingredients with her hands that have stopped shaking. A soft laugh is heard in my ears.

“That’s right. I was a little tired today Let’s eat, then take a little rest.”

Her lithe words work like a tranquilizer. Mason laughs and lashes out at himself as he grooms her ingredients.

She says that because she was inconsiderate, she made Lucia reject herself, and she created a situation where she had no choice but to hurt herself.

Selfish and stupid bitch. Blinded by her self-seeking desire, he almost ruined her relationship. Mason smiled softly and said she was sorry, then she began to focus on preparing the dish.

That night. Mason and Lucia lay in bed together and looked at each other. After the affair was over, the time passed by late at night and became dawn.

She knows that she is still loved by the feeling left in the places where Lucia’s hands passed between her legs, and the traces of her kisses on her neck, chest, stomach, and thighs that have left their mark over and over again. Make it real

Lucia lightly touches her mound, where her senses remain, with her fingers. Enjoying her love juice and the exceptionally hot warmth at the tips of her fingers, she stares at Lucia’s face smiling at her.

“… What did you put on my face?”

At Lucia’s question, feeling her gaze, Mason smiled briskly and shook her face.

“I just like it.”

Happy. It was very sad that today had already passed and a new weekend would start tomorrow, but it was only her and Lucia’s time that no one could take away from her weekend.

Late tomorrow morning, the two would wake up looking at each other’s faces. The beginning of a refreshing weekend begins with a kiss and you will have a happy time.

While Mason ponders for a moment what kind of breakfast he should prepare tomorrow to satisfy Lucia, Lucia opens her mouth.

“Oh, I have to go back this week on Sunday.”

Lucia’s words ruined the perfect weekend she had been planning.

“… Uh? What are you talking about?”

“The tailor I work at has a lot of work these days. Instead of getting a higher paycheck this month, I decided to go back on Sunday morning this week only.”

Her words come like a disaster for Mason. The only time the two of us had on the weekend was a time that allowed us to endure the boring and dreadful weekdays. The news that the time had been cut in half was enough to ruin Mason’s mood.

“Why? Why did you do that?”

Spending time with you is my priority, wasn’t you? How could you? I place the greatest value on spending time with you, didn’t you? Is the salary more important than the job at the tailor?

There was a hint of fatigue in Lucia’s gaze as she looked at herself, but Mason had no time to care about her mood.

The unpleasant sensations she felt during the day enveloped her whole body. Facing her slightly maniacal gaze, Lucia sighs and talks to Mason.

“I couldn’t help it either. The tailor recently decided to change the supply source for the fabric, so I have to go.”

“Why are you there won’t be anyone else why are you Can’t someone else go?”

I know it’s an obsessive voice and a childlike complaint, but this should be fine. Because Lucia loves herself. This degree of hers was not going to tear her away from herself.

Lucia let out a small sigh and opened her mouth.

“… It’s because the one receiving the cloth this time is Isabella’s ranch. Since I live nearby, we decided to visit on Sunday and talk.”

It was her confession that made Mason’s head go blank.

The first thing she felt was the fear of losing her. Her fear that Lucia might abandon her, just as Cianna abandoned herself and left.

But at the same time, Mason realized that this wasn’t going to be solved by her coercion. Of course, from the tailor’s point of view, it would have been more efficient for Lucia, who lived close to Isabella, to take care of her work.

However, on that day, the relationship between Ciana and Isabella, which she unintentionally experienced during her outing with Lucia, and the act of dissolving their obscene lust, the faces of Lucia and Isabella overlapped.

Offended

No.

No no.

Mason pulls back the covers. The still cool night air caresses their bodies. There was a slight look of surprise on Lucia’s face, but it didn’t matter now.

Mason climbs onto the body of her lying Lucia and prostrates herself on top of her. After placing her hands on either side of her Lucia’s head, she presses her legs against Lucia’s waist.

As if her arms and legs were like iron cages, confining Lucia.

“Rape me.”

“… What?”

“I want you to commit.”

I could see the bewilderment in Lucia’s eyes, but she didn’t care.

Engrave your mark on me Treat me roughly, take advantage of me and show me that your affection for me has not cooled. Prove that you won’t be swayed by Isabella.

“You don’t have much time. Then I want to spend it with you.”

Mason forced the corners of her mouth up, but she thought it was more of a vicious contortion than a smile.

Because Lucia didn’t smile at me.

But she was fine

“Quickly prove that you love me.”

I’m so afraid that you hate me, but the most fear is that you don’t love me.

Give me confidence confidence that will not be shaken.