Chapter 81 – Nemesis (4)
Isabella’s hands felt under one layer of thin fabric, skin that was noticeably less exposed than the other Cyana’s, rubbing against her fingertips.
A soft and perfect curve like smooth porcelain, but the surface, which proves that the warmth is alive, unbearably smiles on her hand when she touches it.
Every time Sianna’s low breath rises, her breasts rise and fall little by little and her scent thrills Isabella.
Siana was a hot ball of fire. It was pure sparks splashing from the brimstone emitted by Isabella’s sadistic demon. She allowed the viewer to reveal her lowest desires.
At least Isabella believed so.
As if she was trying to dry her hands playing around the mound, the hem of Ciana’s clothes got caught in her hand, but even that was a dizzying temptation to Isabella now.
Anyway, the end of this play was decided. Cianna would drool in her sweet pleasures, and Isabella would indulge in her sadistic pleasures and the euphoria of victory.
It was a play that was repeated over dozens of times, known to the planners and the main characters of the play.
Each other was addicted to every part of the play.
Siana is doing it calmly. She is not a stupor that remains expressionless like a plaster. Her body was so frank that she could feel the hairs standing up all over her body.
Sianna’s nonchalantness speaks of holding back her hand and holding it down even further as it still doesn’t give her pleasure and only gives her foreplay.
Still, Isabella did not let go of her hand easily. I thought I wanted to give her a prize, but at the same time, when she lay her down, her determination of Isabella always collapsed like this.
Her hands, as if playing a prank, like an artist leaving an inexplicable trail on white drawing paper with a brush, her fingers swept down, then staggered up again, then gently tickled and tickled the sensitive skin. Tongue out
“I’m so sorry.”
The sound of a short breath, but the breath that bloomed from her mouth was more poisonous and dangerous than that. It turns into a small worm and gets into Isabella’s ear and messes with her head.
It was an evil and disloyal instrument that tickled the tip of the devil’s nose, which had become the feather of an unknown bird and was struggling to keep her from bursting into laughter.
Isabella felt something oppressing her. It was frail but mighty, innocently warm, and at the same time it had scarred her bare skin over and over again.
Her two arms of her siana pulled her further down. Under her thick, heavy weight, she clung to Siana’s body as if being pushed.
It was clear what Shiana wanted. In order to intoxicate her momentary happiness with her sweetness, she was begging Isabella.
But at the same time she was clever, thought Isabella. She knew very well that showing her weakness in order to provoke her, to get what she wanted, would turn her back on herself.
Isabella couldn’t stand her innocence, stupidity, and passive creature yearning for herself. She opens her mouth, trying to stop her hand that was about to betray her will and run away.
“… Take a look.”
Her voice is low and bleak, muttering in Siana’s ear. A tender voice makes demands on the body that expects the pleasure to pour out.
Want me more
Long for me
So you can’t leave me
The frail body beneath her squirmed. Isabella looks up and examines her expression. A hazy expression, a weakened reason. Her excited breath continued to escape through two small openings under her stretched nose.
I’ve seen it countless times before, but I never got tired of it.
“If you don’t ask, there won’t be any candy.”
When she warned her, Ciana fidgeted a little more. The expression on her face was the weakening of her usual resignation. That also made Isabella always think it was funny.
“… Hurry.”
Siana’s lips twitched, finally parted, and those were the first words I spat out.
Isabella lowered her finger very lightly, just a point.
“… Touch me.”
Isabella’s eyes are wet with longing and fixed on her Ciana’s lips. Her purple eyes lit up with each note, her spring-like lips parting.
Isabella lowered her finger by half a point. Now, if she moved even halfway, she would come into contact with the fissure she had become accustomed to.
“Wh-!”
Shiana let out a short breath and buried her head in her shoulder, expecting the pleasure that would come from her. The demon in Isabella was not yet satisfied. She said, gently tickling the place, as if teasing her.
“Not enough.”
“Ahhh.”
The one who was impatient now was Siana. When Isabella’s fingers didn’t yield results, she let out a quick moan, and she wriggled more violently than before.
As Isabella’s fingers playfully stimulated her genitalia, she forced herself to twist her body, trying to reposition her fingers.
But Isabella suppressed her by giving her powers. She did not give her initiative. Knowing how much the unpleasant experience she felt before had plagued her, she couldn’t get out of her control as much as Sianna.
Eventually, Shiana soon gave up on moving her body, and her next choice was a choice based on compliance, wisdom, and repeated mastery.
She pulled her with the strength of her little, her little body. Her back felt the pain of her fingernails pressing down on her, and her hands resting between her legs felt a little tingly from the strong strangling of her soft thighs.
Then, so that she could not see that beautiful face, she buried herself in Isabella’s neck and muttered softly in her voice that was wet with the moisture of her pleasure.
“… Please.”
The sound of shuffling, the breath mixed with dizziness, the wind tickling her collarbone exposed through the cracks in her clothes.
The candy-craving child chose to hold a glass jar of candy and stare at it plaintively rather than swarm in front of her parents.
And Isabella decided to throw the jar on the floor and give away all the candy inside.
Her fingers finally brushed a crack in the soft skin just below it. Already, the by-products of sexuality were thickly tangled at her fingertips. It was a damp liquid, an unpleasant juice, but at the same time a tempting touch.
Soon, she bit Cyanna like a rabid hound.
Delicately and quickly digging into her closed lower mouth, I found a familiar piece of flesh. She teased the place and held Sianna’s slender chin with her other hand.
Her body collapses completely over her body like a wall of ice melting in the hot sunlight. However, it was a wasteful moment to even feel the shock to the two.
Overlapping her heated body, Isabella’s hand traced Cyana’s lips. In an instant, Isabella overlaps her own lips, busily searching for her tongue.
Their tongues continue to intertwine. Impure, like a group of snakes intertwining and mating.
Beneath the damp basement wallpaper, thousands of centipedes wriggling, darker than reminiscent of boiling oil.
More suffocating than the struggle of a sick person dying under the weight of a pillow.
Like the haze of a hot summer, each other’s tongues become entangled and unraveled, but then press back on each other again. Each other’s saliva came and went, and a few drops of it didn’t reach each other completely, so they flowed down their chins in a nasty way.
But that meant nothing to each other. At this moment, each other was everything. Only the two of them existed here, and morality, discipline, and even hatred were all suffocated as if they were soaked in opium.
Isabella’s remaining hand, which had been freed by her kiss, reached between her top and skin and climbed over me. She brushes her smooth belly, but she has no time to enjoy her leisurely like before.
Her hand finally reaches the target. In her hands, she holds the two hills rising high with her heart in between, and the small peak firmly rising at the end.
“Huh… ♥”
As I gave her strength and squeezed it, Shiana couldn’t help but let out her moan. Because her mouth was touching her, it was more of a vibration than a proper moan, but Isabella didn’t care. As if her little child was trying to grab something, she, too, restlessly kneaded her hand.
So did her other hand. She squeezes her fingers and shuttles hard in Shiana’s private place. It moves back and forth, rubbing against the inner wall of her elongated body, slipping out of it, and then going back up again. At her fingertips, a vaginal sensation that she couldn’t normally feel twitched and her fingers tightened.
The two became beasts of pleasure in an instant. They entangled, unraveled, and entangled with each other repeatedly, becoming insignificant beings who could only think of unbridled lust and the dizzying pleasure brought about by copulation.
Little by little, her self-esteem was restored as Isabella flinched at her body, entangled in the pleasures of her Sianna. She was such a twisted and wrong person.
She had the desire to conquer and to make sure that her opponents were subordinated to her, and only when she made sure that she had the upper hand did she become the broken person she was herself.
Every time she coveted her mouth, she felt the saliva of contempt and mockery wash away from her cheeks. She realized what she was capable of every time Sianna’s unbearable and insistent manifestations of pleasure struck her ears.
Isabella was a madman. She was a lunatic who reaffirmed and reassured herself by crushing her opponents. The more her unreasonable pride lifted her up, the more generous her touch became, madly stimulating her Shiana.
Finally, the inner membranes around her fingers contracted strongly and clamped her hands, and the naked body beneath her own body stiffened strongly and slightly curved like the arch of a water bridge.
It wasn’t until she noticed the pain her teeth were inflicting on her collarbone and the result of the ecstasy wetting her fingertips at the same time, her body quivering, revealing a distinct feeling of foreplay.
Isabella raised her body, which was covered in her sweat and juices, and only when she realized that her Sianna’s strength had completely drained, she withdrew her hand.
I take out the hand of the girl who coveted Sianna’s secret wife and stare blankly at it. As she spread her hard-to-reach fingers, her shallow threads laid her legs.
It was satisfactory.
She looked at Cyanna, who was hanging like a tangled cloth below. She stared at her for a while as she intermittently bounced her back, still unable to get out of her pleasure.
The corners of Isabella’s mouth drew an arc and a smile was as full as ever.
She did it herself Her elaborately placed snares have ruined her like this. The rugged and cowardly saintess was as good as dead. Now obedient, a sense of accomplishment that is no different from a weak and pitiful soother.
And when she confirmed the result with her body again, she felt that the dirty feeling she had been experiencing until she saw Sianna had completely disappeared.
“… Okay.”
How did I get you
How much effort did she put into making you who you are now?
You only became perfect when you came to me.
She felt as she looked at her siana. Seeing her tossing and turning in her still hazy dreams, an unknown feeling of fullness fills up just by looking at her. It wasn’t a sense of victory. It was more dangerous, more intense, and seemed like it was about to get swept away by the current and lose oneself.
“… No.”
Isabella said, not realizing what she was saying.
“… I can’t give it to you.”
She couldn’t be anyone. She’s not her, Lucia’s, Becky’s, Mason’s.
I couldn’t let him ruin a wish that came close to being realized with just one step.
She leaned over and wrapped herself gently over Sianna’s body. He brushed her sweat-drenched hair through her hair and kissed her reddened cheek.
Then he looked at her without even blinking her eyes. As if she would empty out all of herself and contain her siana within.
In her moment, wincing at her slight sting, she ran her hand over her collarbone where she felt her pain. As she lifted her hand at the unpleasant sticky feeling on her fingertips, she could see blood running down her fingerprints.
When Sianna bit into her own flesh, she recognized that it was her wound, but somehow she didn’t feel bad about it.
She again brought her finger to the wound, getting as much blood as possible. She only needed a few more drops as the wound was shallow.
Without regret, she removed her finger and gently placed it in the still hazy corner of Ciana’s mouth.
The mucous membranes of her soft mouth wrapped around her fingers, and the tip of her tongue licked them slightly.
Isabella savored her moment, feeling her wet tickle. In that moment, she knew what to do.
She couldn’t ruin everything with a rat she didn’t even know where she came from.
“… I will win.”
In the worst case, she would end up taking her own life.
She let out a pleasant laugh as she felt her mind clear. She tidied her ciana’s hair with her loving touch, which cheered her up.
Okay. This is what I wanted
A game that will allow you to get out of your boring daily life.
Dizzying gamble.
But, victory will be mine.
Because the gambling board is supposed to return to the way the designer wanted in the end.
