How to Live With a Broken Saint 80

Chapter 80 – Nemesis (3)

Isabella’s beautiful face did not stretch all the way home. She had been so distorted that anyone who had ever seen her face would tilt her head, and she was filled with emotions she had never associated with her.

Anger, humiliation, and shame.

She knew she had to get it all together, but her throbbing pain after hitting her desk, her still-clear sensation of Grace’s saliva on her cheek, kept her reminding herself of her situation. .

Knock-

Isabella’s teeth gritted hard. Gray’s triumphant voice echoed in her head.

– It’s probably the most humiliating day of your life.

It was an undeniable fact. She felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness and a fear she did not want to admit.

When her face had to be slammed against her desk, she felt that she had no control over her situation.

And to her shame, she felt fear there. The violence inflicted on her for the first time since she was born, the pain from the shock, was enough to kindle the embers of her fear in her heart.

– Do you think you can be anything?

– Still can’t figure out the situation?

Grace’s voice continued to haunt her mind. More than the physical pain she gave her, her words that touched her ego fueled her over and over again.

She calmly tried to hold her own, but the more she did, the more her anger burned. Her hands turned white and she clenched her fists to the extent that she trembled, and her hot head did not cool easily.

I want to kill

It was the thought that settled in Isabella’s head.
I wanted to see the look of despair on Grace’s face. She wanted to avenge the disgrace of the day by taking over her life and death rights.

Her thoughts did not depart from her mind. Rather, she felt like everything became clear once she had her heart.

Yes, you can kill it as a last resort. That’s it.

If he thwarted her plans to the end, he could somehow put an end to her stupid life.

Then, her head began to spin smartly again. Her Grace’s power far exceeded her. But, of course, that’s because Isabella’s power was not based on her brute force.

Her power is to draw her opponents into her quarters and bring them to their knees with everything she can mobilize.

To catch a bear, you had to smoke her den to let it out, stick a spear, shoot an arrow, bite her paw with her trap, and suffocate it with a sword.

She was going to fight in her own way. No matter what the cost.

“No one can thwart my plans.”

Isabella thought to herself and walked her path with a lighter step than before.

However, no one, including Isabella herself, saw that she was staggering dangerously.

As Isabella’s vision of the familiar mansion began to enter, she began to feel much better. Her rage subsided and replaced by her longing for her goal again.

But still, this wasn’t enough to make her feel better.

There was no hesitation in Isabella’s footsteps. Her footsteps, which were more agitated than usual, aroused curious glances from the servants, but Isabella now had no sense to notice such things.

She opened her door to her own room, and on her bed sat little Cianna, watching her movements.

As she looked at her, Isabella’s smile crept across her lips. But this time, it wasn’t a smile of confidence and certainty on her part, but a smile of madness driven into a corner.

But before her Cianna could tell the difference, Isabella hugged her close to her and savored the scent of her hair.

She let her soft gray hair slip gently in her hand, feeling the scent of her clean, pleasant body enter his nostrils.

Reminding herself that her little body was her own, Isabella continued to hug her. Her pulse beating against her own chest, even the slight trembling of her fright, all felt lovely.

She ran her hands around her delicate nape, enjoying the sensation of her soft skin sliding over her fingertips, then her fingers on her leather and her buckle warmed by her body heat. When he touched her, her smile deepened.

A proof that Shiana is subordinated to him.

She was delighted to touch her material evidence for a long time. She would never realize that it looked like a child who had been scolded by her parents, showing affection for her doll and trying to vent her anger.

“… Uh, what’s going on… ?”

As her ciana’s voice reached her ears, she opened her mouth, continuing to stroke her ciana with her trembling hands.

“… Nothing.”

Okay. Sianna was on her. How she went about cutting off her limbs, severing her sinews so she couldn’t get away on her own.

Mason also forced himself to come to him in the end, and if Grace also intended to bring herself down, she had to hand over control of herself this time.

Mine. Owned by me A loot that no one can take away.

Isabella gently grabbed the back of her head, and she brought her lips to him and kissed her.

A deeper sense of satisfaction filled Isabella as she pressed her soft, warm lips together. Everything about Siana was within her control. No one else could see her without her own permission, and she could explore her body whenever she wanted.

Her exaltation at being on top of that mean, low side of hers thrilled her.

Her lips part and her tongue blends. She feels great pleasure when her Sianna’s tongue gently accepts hers. There was not much aggressiveness, but he accepted her kiss, which has now become a daily routine, without hesitation.

The sound of exchanging saliva echoed through the quiet room. She kept her hand from her leash while Isabella shared her kiss. As her natural skinship became more and more muddy, the hand that divided her ciana’s leash became even more strained.

As Cianna wiggled a little uncomfortably, Isabella deliberately tugged harder at her leash. Her little murmur of her ciana soon turned into her taut writhing, and then she forced herself to push her away, until she choked.

As her Cianna pushed her away, Isabella slapped her hand on the cheek without her hesitation.

Cianna’s body staggered as she breathed in and coughed, but Isabella didn’t give her time to correct her posture. After laying her staggering body on the bed, she sits on her waist and holds her body close to her face.

“… Siana.”

Isabella whispers in a sweet voice and buries her head on her shoulder.

Closing her eyes, she placed her hands on her cheeks, feeling the stinging pain at her fingertips, and touching Siana’s warm cheeks, slightly swollen from her blows.

Siana doesn’t say anything. It is because she has become so accustomed to this sudden, causeless violence that she has been taught to forget her anger.

Isabella knew that she could neither attack nor reject him.

It made her feel happy and fulfilled. Sianna was a sure sign that she was gradually crossing the impassable river. Her emotions are castrated, and she has become so accustomed to conforming to circumstances instead of gradually thinking.

Okay. In the end, as long as you make it to the end, anyone can do whatever they want.

Mason, too, would thoroughly destroy her personality and make her a living, breathing toy.

Even so, if she can achieve the shape of her family she wants.

Even if she had no feelings, and she couldn’t think of anything but what she dictated, it was enough to make her into a being she couldn’t leave.

“Syana, Siana, Siana…”

Isabella called Cianna by name as if she was drunk with her. She didn’t hear back from Cianna, but it didn’t matter to her.

The important thing for her is to confirm once again the superior relationship between the two, this abnormally twisted top and bottom position.

Isabella shifted her position over her tummy to her cyan, then grabbed her cyan by the tip of her chin and met her gaze with her.

“… Open your mouth.”

At her command, Shiana’s mouth opened stupidly. A strand of saliva threading her thread between her two pink lips seemed lustful.

Isabella lowered her head, letting her saliva drip down her lips. She then lifted her bowed body and looked at her Sianna’s face.

Her dark green eyes looked up at him. Her mouth is still open, containing her own saliva.

Waiting for her next order.

Isabella just wanted to see what she was like, and Cianna completely satisfied her.

“Swallow.”

As soon as she gave her order, Sianna’s lips closed. Her head tilts slightly, her neck twitching slightly, then her mouth opens, waiting for Isabella’s confirmation.

Isabella snorts her. She was so passive, and she felt pleasure in seeing her actions, which were tantamount to abandoning her human dignity.

Recalling that each person has their own limits, and that you can tune them however you want as long as you break down those limits, she asked in a soft voice.

“… Delicious?”

Cianna nodded, and a mechanical smile formed on her lips.

Isabella’s mood improved.

She slowly lowered her head and kissed her on the neck, squeezing with one hand the gap between the bare skin of her Sianna and the hem of her skirt.

She wanted to give her her prize as quickly as possible.