Chapter 24 – The Saint and the Aria
24.
My stomach throbs. My heart feels like it’s about to tear. Breathing suddenly stops. I don’t want to breathe because every breath feels like I’m swallowing a sharp razor blade.
Hold on, hold on, and finally breathe in. Hold it in again, hold it in, breathe out. Even if I inhaled it lightly, it was as bitter as if I had been cut, and if I exhaled even lightly, it hurt as if hot water had been poured over the cut.
I want to drink water. I want to drink just one glass of water. Have a dry cough The taste of blood emanates from the throat, and it is painful as if something is clogged up.
“Karl, I water… “
I can’t stand up because I have no legs.
“… Water, I really want to drink water… “
I have no arms, so I can’t follow the water to drink. The door was closed, and Sophia’s voice would not reach Carl’s ears, drowned out by the groans outside.
“I got cramps in my arms and legs. Because it tickles like crazy. I want to scratch uh huh I want to scratch My back itches, my arms, my arms, it’s hot, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Coke! Colo hoc! Legs, legs too. Black.”
The thing that tears my heart like crazy is the regular moaning from outside the door. If I had hands, I would have covered my ears, but I can’t. Even if I buried my face in a pillow, my ears were pierced, and even if I tried to cover one ear by turning over on my side, I could hear the other ear.
Rolling around. Even rolling and rolling, the sound is heard. No matter how far you go from the door, in bed. Sophia is like a bird with its wings cut off, locked in a cage.
Ah, ah, yes, ah, haha! Joy!
Her throat is cracked and her heart is pounding. Shortness of breath Her head is dizzy and her intestines are twisted. There is no diagnosis of love sickness.
“I’m sick, I’m sick.”
When she went on adventures, she was always nursed by Carl. Beside her, the cow witch Maya was always with her under the pretext of monitoring the knife, and the three of them picked up joke-like words to serve and shared a laugh even in pain.
Sophia was always overworked by treating others, so she couldn’t take care of her own pain. Despite her uncomfortable feelings, Sophia received a warm comfort from her while lying in her hospital bed. -Because I take care of you as well as others. Haha I will
Now i’m alone A night so lonely. A night when the moaning of the person I love and the person I don’t know echoes in the silence.
“Mom… “
Sophia Gracia, with a cracked voice and swollen eyes, cries as she searches for her missing mother.
Aria, the daughter of the demon king, is such a night when she cries loudly with her lewd voice and her red-hot buttocks.
*
“What happened, Sophia?”
“Nothing.”
Sophia’s eyes were swollen. Her voice was weak and cracked. “Did you cry?” Dory dory. Sophia shakes her head. Carl continues to ask in a worried voice.
“Are you really okay? I don’t have to pretend to be strong. You are one family.”
Carl’s consideration weighed on Sophia’s heart. Sophia’s lips softened. I wanted to ask about last night’s moans. ‘Carl, did you ever have sex with the person I introduced you to, Arya?’ But there’s no way I could ask that. Really, there’s no way that could be.
Apparently, he was so happy until daytime yesterday, and then became depressed again as soon as night fell. Sophia kept a sneer in herself. What is it. Sounds hysterical. A precarious smile appears on Sophia’s face. “It’s really fine.”
Cal sees it and feels joy. “Okay? OK then.” Carl, who didn’t seem quite sure, said with a tone that he would understand it for now since Sophia said that, and after a brief gap, he stroked Sofia’s head. Sophia’s body shrank slightly at the sudden touch, but she gradually regained her peace. She felt like seeing a pet.
“I want Sofia to always depend on me. Hmm… Of course, if I act too rudely, I’ll get in trouble, but we’ve been through life and death together for years, right? I know Sophia won’t. Sophia is a good kid. She’s not an unscrupulous person who doesn’t know how to be considerate of people like a bunch of bugs somewhere. So you can count on her anytime. If you need anything, she says anything.”
Sophia’s body trembles.
This is the response I was expecting.
Sofia has always pointed out Carl’s promiscuous sex life. Carl has always emphasized that it is ‘private life’ and ‘a part that needs to be taken care of’, so Sophia will understand it as such and move on this time as well. No, it has to be.
Otherwise, Sofia would be disrespectful to Carl. Because you become an unscrupulous person who doesn’t know how to care for people. Carl could be disappointed with such Sofia, and he could fall in love with him. Even if he believed that it would not be the case with Carl, he couldn’t let go of a single possibility.
Took.
Carl goes behind Sophia’s back and tries to push the wheelchair. On the way, Carl’s penis collided with Sophia’s elbow. Sophia’s face turns bright red.
Her lips pursed several times, but eventually she bit back.
*
“… “
Sophia glared at her aria. Arya quietly lowered her eyes. “Did you do it? With a knife? … That?” Sophia’s voice was watery, and Arya looked at her and answered. “… Ah yes.” Honorifics are still awkward.
Arya said that she was a ‘slave’ with a sword. To make Sophia take care of him. Sophia’s thoughts are complicated. Sophia did not approve of her slavery, but she was grateful that she was a slave now.
If she were her slave, Carl wouldn’t love her. I just needed a tool for sex processing. Sophia, too, would have been reluctant to do so if Carl asked her, but the woman Sophia was so dear to Carl that he would not be rude to her in that way. Yes, that’s it.
“I hate you.”
It was sincere. I could somehow understand Carl’s actions, but I couldn’t control my feelings like my heart. I feel terrible pain, I hate that person in front of my eyes, and I look at it with a resentful gaze. Feel like vomiting. Why, why, why not seduce the innocent knife with that filthy body?
Sophia’s gaze goes to Arya’s lower body. Carl’s nourishment must have flowed in and out of there, Carl must have massaged that breast, it must have felt good. All the women who met Carl shouted with joy. That’s why this person also groaned and let out a whore-like, happy moan. Nasty person.
“I really, really hate you.”
But Sophia can’t slap her cheek or grab her hair. She couldn’t be pushed or kicked. At least she couldn’t even utter a swear word. It’s not just because of her nobility as a saint.
Sophia was in a position where even Arya, a slave, could not stand in her position. She is in her position to be friendly with her. Perhaps she will be Arya’s future babysitter for Sofia. Just looking at it now.
“It’s not your fault, though. I am very upset, but I will forgive you.”
It’s miserable. Sofia and Arya were in the bathroom now. Also in the same column. Arya started cleaning Sophia’s bottom. The other person’s hand runs over her pussy. Raise her finger up and wipe it thoroughly.
Although she had a history of being touched by a caregiver and by Carl on her lower limbs, it was not something she could get used to being touched by a stranger. I bowed my head in shame and embarrassment. Sophia’s body was shaking. She looks like she’s about to burst into tears.
Arya, who had cleaned and dressed her, looked down at Sophia with her nonchalant eyes. Sophia looks at her aria with her puzzled eyes.
Match.
Sophia makes a puzzled expression. Arya had slapped her on the cheek. A shocked expression that doesn’t understand what happened. Sophia looked at Arya with her face full of questions.
Arya had miasma in her eyes and gritted her teeth, holding back her rising rage. Why? Did she even say she would forgive me?
“Disgusting.”
“Yes?”
“To say that a saintess hates a person who was raped and will forgive her.”
Aria cries.
“Saint Sophia Gracia. I thought I could be comforted by you… !”
Cries very sadly
“I hate all humans!”
Even though she was the daughter of the Demon King, she was a girl of that age after all.
