Chapter 55 – Do You Love Me?
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Even when Sophia and Arya arrived in front of the knife, the awkward atmosphere between the two did not go away. The two of them looked like they were fighting, so Carl was happy inside. Contrary to his intentions, however, Carl greeted the two with a trembling face.
“Oh, are you here?”
“Good… It’s morning, Carl.”
It wasn’t a good morning for Sophia at all. Sophia smiled hard and greeted Carl. Carl quickly turned his head away without accepting Sophia’s greeting or even saying hello to her. “By the way, Sophia.” Sophia was taken aback at the sight of Carl changing the topic.
Carl keeps the events of his last night in mind. The thought that sprouted in a corner of Sophia’s mind soon stirred all over Sophia’s head. Carl is minding last night’s work. He must have had no choice but to do so. They say they saw me sleeping on it after peeing.
“Aria. Come on for a while Go to the basement… “
What followed was whispered in my ear. It wasn’t anything different. It was an instruction to receive education from Osot. Arya’s face turned red. ‘Education’ was also sexual education, so this kind of reaction was likely. It’s a good situation. Because Sophia was watching this scene intact. Carl smiled. Playfully, I bit Aria’s ear.
Arya glared at her disapprovingly, but Sofia couldn’t see her because she had her back turned. He only clearly witnessed the scene where Carl was playing pranks on Arya.
“Knife?”
“Ah. Sophia.”
Carl acted as if he had found out belatedly that he was with Sophia. Sophia felt like her chest was bruised. A bruise that hurts much more if you press hard, unlike when you press the same part of the body. I wanted to see if it got into a corner of my stomach or somewhere in my intestines, and it hurt me every time I tried.
“Karl is my lover. Isn’t it?”
“Huh? Yes. What’s wrong, Sophia? What happened?”
“Here, him. Biting the ears of a slave child… “
“Hmm. Sophia. Are you jealous now?”
“No. Rather than that, I thought it might be a courtesy to each other… “
“Ah. It’s not jealousy. Right?”
“Oh, that’s it… “
Sophia kept flinching. There were things she didn’t like, but she couldn’t say it out loud. It’s a shame. The trauma of her peeing on the floor and the previous forced sex created an invisible relationship between Sophia and Carl Leben. And Carl had no intention of easily letting go of that leash.
No, it was no different from the leash that Carl made in the first place.
“It’s kind of like that.”
“Yes?”
“You are not jealous. Okay. But.”
“It’s not that important… !”
Jealous. Of course jealous The reason why Sophia reacted sensitively was all because of such jealousy. However, there was no way that the saintess Sophia could openly confess that she was jealous of her. Carl knew that Sophia would not readily admit her own jealousy.
“It’s important, Sophia.”
Her voice, which was always playful when she called Sophia’s name, had become overly frightening these days. Sophia hiccupped. I’m scared Carl. I could see that she was about to say that. The lips try to open but then close, and the voice tries to come out but gets stuck. It was because Carl Leben frowned at her in annoyance. Sophia was watching Carl’s eyes.
“It’s not important. Sophia, what could be more important than that you don’t love me.”
“It’s not like that, Carl! How much I love you… “
“If the person you love flirts with another woman and you don’t even feel that common sense of jealousy, can you say you love it? Sophia, isn’t it?”
“That.”
Something was strange. Sophia was obviously trying to rebuke Carl, but suddenly Carl was rebuking Sophia. Sophia must have been disappointed in Carl, but now I see that Carl is disappointed in Sophia. Carl whispered a secret story into Arya’s ear, biting her earlobe, but somehow it turned out to be that Sofia didn’t love Carl. Sophia was speechless.
Because you answered that you’re not jealous? Was it that disappointing?
“Sorry… I’m Carl. I just… “
“Just what?”
“I’m ashamed, I’m ashamed.”
“I’m embarrassed? Sophia. Are you ashamed to confess that you love me? Am I shy Yes, I guess so. It’s embarrassing for a noble saint to love a young thief like me. Cancer.”
“Yes? It’s not like that Carl! Don’t talk weird, that’s not embarrassing. I was not ashamed to love Carl!”
“You speak strangely. What the. Am I wrong again? Priests always do. They are always right Say yes, Sophia. ‘I who love you’ have to believe in your words. I have to lose Come on, defend you so I can lose.”
Carl pressed Sofia with a sneer at the corner of her mouth. As Sophia looked anxiously at such a knife, she was about to say something. But her words didn’t come out right. Her thoughts stuttered. How should I say it, what excuse should I make, why should I feel like a sinner. Such thoughts popped out of Sophia’s mind. Meanwhile, time passed.
Carl’s sullen voice pierced Sofia’s ears.
“What? Are you not saying anything?”
No. Sophia opened her mouth hastily. Finally, her voice came out. Sophia started saying something. Even if it was gibberish, Sophia was driven by the intuition that if she stayed still, her relationship with the sword would grow further.
“I’m not ashamed of Carl. Was it just that it was hard for you to honestly confess that you were jealous? Carl, as a body that serves the Goddess, it was embarrassing to harbor jealousy. It was like people always hesitate to confess their sins. I’m sorry Carl.”
“Is it a sin to love me?”
“Why are you perverting things like that! Carl is smart, so you know what I mean? Yes?”
“Then do you love me, Sophia?”
“Yes, of course!”
“Are you jealous of Arya? Does it look like I’m interested in Arya?”
“Sure!”
It seemed to pick up any words and serve, but it was fortunate that Carl was satisfied. Sophia felt relieved. It was thanks to Carl’s smile. It was only for a moment, but there was something about the blade-like atmosphere of the knife that cut through his flesh and made him suffer. Carl smiled softly and moved to Sofia’s side.
“Does Sophia love me?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“The best in the world.”
“Then can you forgive me for any wrong I did?”
Carl’s fingers dug into his lower leg. I wanted to do it again, but Sofia calmly accepted it by opening her thighs. Her fingers digging into her vagina, Sophia instinctively tightened her fingers. Carl’s face falls in front of Sofia’s eyes. Carl kissed Sofia and her mouth. Fingers in the lower mouth, lips in the upper mouth.
“Yes. Any fault.”
Sophia said with a much melted face.
“I’ve done quite a few wrongs to Sophia.”
“Are you okay.”
Sophia laughed wryly. The cold atmosphere disappeared and only warm affection remained, and this moment when they came and went was just too good.
“Do I love knives?”
“Haha.”
Her sword brought her own finger to Sophia’s nose as she laughed. It was the same finger that had driven her into Sophia’s cunt.
“Sophia. Smell the pee.”
“Ah… “
It was a wicked joke.
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“Carl, give me that one.”
“What is that?”
“A star-shaped cookie.”
“Sophia. The name of the star-shaped cookie is not ‘that’.”
“Blood, nagging. Because I got it. Ah-“
Sophia opened her mouth and her knife slipped a cookie into it. Sophia opened her mouth and her knife spilled her tea. Sophia, like a baby bird, only took what her knife brought her. She wanted to be like this, but because Carl laughed and said it was okay to be like this, she seemed to be living a bad life without realizing it.
“I want to feed you a knife too.”
At Sophia’s small murmur, her sword grinned. “Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Sophia.” It’s a time of peace.
“Carl, just a sip of tea for me.”
Sofia, who thought about something for a moment, asked her Carl for tea. Carl flipped through a page of her book and poured some tea into Sophia’s mouth. It was a tea with a sweet fragrance at the right temperature.
Sophia put her tea in her mouth and banged her knife with her elbow. Carl turned her head. “Huh?”
The knife pulled Sofia by the waist. It was because Sophia had been entangled. “Why sophia?”
At that moment, Sophia’s mouth was over Carl’s lips. Tea water flowed. Then Sophia’s tongue pushed in and the knife’s tongue met Sophia’s tongue. Saliva and tea water mixed and exchanged between the two.
“… I fed you, Carl.”
Sophia smiles brightly. Carl stared blankly at her, then held her tight in his arms and rubbed his cock. Sophia smelled good. Carl’s fingers undress Sophia.
It was a peaceful moment.
As if the peace before being broken shines most brilliantly.
