Chapter 53 – Manneken Pee (1)
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Seeing Arya’s condition, Sophia naturally started to nag her. However, Sofia’s nagging was briefly interrupted by her knife, and the nagging that was about to continue was completely cut off when the knife holding Sophia was sent straight to the bed.
Arya lay on her face, naked, still begging for forgiveness from her sword. Sophia didn’t know that.
Arya lay there until her sword pardoned her.
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As if the sex he enjoyed on the date was nothing more than a joke, Carl charged at him. Sofia hated, “Wash me first.” She had to say. It was because her dried pig blood and semen were still on her body.
As an aside, Carl didn’t wash Sophia until after she came home from the theater. As a result, Sofia couldn’t even wear her underwear, let alone her clothes, and she was confined to a wheelchair. Fortunately, there was no such thing as a catastrophe that others would see Sophia’s naked body because the knife covered it with a cloak, but it was inevitable that Sophia’s heart was pounding the whole time.
As much as Sophia’s heart pounded, so did her Sofia’s vagina. Her juices dripped from her and soaked the floor of her wheelchair. Originally, Sofia did not have such a hobby, but her body became strangely hot, whether it was because of the sticky and fishy smell of the pig’s blood covering her body, or if there was any effect in the pig’s blood. It was Sophia who rubbed her thighs restlessly the whole time.
Carl teased Sophia again as she washed her body. But this time it was quite different from the last two sexes. Sex between lovers. Exchange between people who love each other. The knife, which had washed Sofia’s body tenderly and even massaged it, went up to bed with Sophia. The two soon became naked.
Sophia involuntarily burst into laughter at the sight of Karl gently kissing her stomach and chest while sweeping her body up in love. Carl’s actions earlier were hard to bear, but he said, “I’m sorry, I must have been out of my mind. Because Sophia was so pretty.” He whispered and bit his lip. “Are you okay. I love you.” Those were Sophia’s words.
Love. Sophia put it in her mouth, not knowing what it was. Even though Carl knew what love was, he said it like a joke.
But it didn’t really matter.
As if trying to erase the dark memories by painting over them, Carl’s soft and friendly appearance shook Sophia’s emotions into a mess.
Calling your name softly, telling you that you love you so much that you can’t stand it, tickling and stroking her body warmly, whispering that you like a part of her body, all of that made Sophia’s heart beat faster.
Feel alive. I felt that way when Carl was by my side. Now, I think that life itself may not be very different from having a knife by my side.
It may be because when there is no knife, it is always uncomfortable, painful, and terrible pain and sadness come. It wasn’t without cases that the sword was an annoyance to Sophia, but that slight anguish was nothing compared to the fidelity that the whispers of the sword brought to Sophia’s heart.
You are the best, you are so pretty, you are still beautiful, I like you, I want to be with you.
Sophia closed her eyes and chewed the words quietly. I couldn’t sleep at all. A knife lay beside her. She said, rubbing her face against the back of Carl on which Sophia was lying.
“Knife.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Hi-Hi. No.”
“It’s bland.”
I wanted to hug Carl, but I couldn’t because my arms and legs were short. “Karl, hug me.” Carl didn’t answer. “Sleep?” Again, Carl didn’t answer. Sophia puffed her cheeks, and as soon as she saw no meaning in Carl’s not looking back, she lay flat and went to sleep.
“I’m glad I have a knife. Without the knife, I might have thought I wanted to die. I’m happy.”
Still no answer came back.
It was at dawn that day that Sophia sensed her strangeness. Unable to control her pounding heart, she stayed up all night, and Sophia, who fell asleep without realizing it, woke up at dawn with her strange dream.
The knife wasn’t there. He seemed to have gone to the bathroom or something.
In her dream, she had both arms and legs, was riding in her wedding carriage, and was marrying Carl. He rode along an endless road of wedding carriages, lacquered black and decorated with white cloth and flowers.
Sophia was putting up with her boredom, twisting her hips in it. She drank too much water, so she had a slight urge to urinate, but she tolerated it moderately. Her carriage ran and ran and ran. She ran constantly. Covering her mouth with her palm, she woke up in the middle of her yawning.
Awakening from her sleep, Sophia stared blankly at the ceiling. The night sky must have been embroidered with stars, but humans have covered thousands of stars scattered across the sky to avoid the rain. Even when I closed my eyes and opened them, I couldn’t see anything in the pitch-black darkness.
“Goddess.”
Sophia closed her eyes and quietly began her prayer.
“I think I have someone I love. Of course, love for the goddess and love for that person are of different kinds, so my love for her goddess will not change.”
Licking her soft lips,
“That person. He’s a very naughty, mischievous, and lacking in personality, and often leaves a trashy impression… Still, after my body becomes like this, I am the only person who will take care of me and tell me I love you.”
She weeps,
“So, Goddess. Give me strength Is all love like this? Or is it just me? I don’t know. I can’t understand. I really like Carl, it’s fun to be with him, I want to talk to him and hug him, but… “
She didn’t even guess what was going to happen in a few minutes.
“Often, the person is scared. He must be acting like he’s hiding something from me.”
She had a conversation with her goddess.
Even after she had finished her prayers, she could not sleep. I started urinating slowly. Sophia looked around her head. She got up It was still embarrassing to tell her to take her to the bathroom because she needs to pee, but she can’t help it. Sophia said aloud. “Carl, where are you?” Of course, she had no answer.
Sophia remembered her maid to whom her sword had attached. She was lying on her face in her naked body and bowing her head to ask for forgiveness. She said it was because she had been told by Carl that she had made a very big mistake. Since she wasn’t the kind of person who would bully Carl like that for no reason, she said she would forgive Sophia as well as she did, but more than that, she didn’t bruise Carl. She blames the world for stealing even one wrong thing on the street and slitting her wrists.
“Aria? Are you by my side?”
However, when even the lady-in-waiting did not answer, Sophia was a little taken aback. “Aria?” Her voice got a little louder. It wasn’t an urgent voice yet. However, the fear that invaded her whole body drove Sophia to a standstill.
The fear stemmed from only one. ‘What if no one answers like this?’
Of course, the day would come, and when that time came, anyone would come to Sophia’s room, but at least no one came. If she thought Sophia was sleeping peacefully, she had no reason for anyone to come. She said Sophia in a slightly louder voice.
“Knife! Aria! I want to go to the bathroom!”
It was embarrassing, and even though it felt like the words of an immature child, I had to say it. “Knife? Knife!” Sophia’s face went white as her urine began to dry up. She has limits to what she can tolerate. She felt like she would get wrapped up in the middle of her sleep if she went to sleep.
How many minutes did she call Carl again?
Sophia felt her urine fill up. The knife didn’t come. It was the same with Arya. Now was the time to admit it. At this rate, Sophia’s only option was to urinate on her bed. Sophia was terrified by that fact.
Tomorrow morning. Saint Sophia Gracia is found peeing. She said that in the middle of the night, she couldn’t hold back her urine like a child, so she swaddled it on the bed and fell back to sleep on top of it. Saint Sophia wears urine-soaked panties and sleeps on a bed that smells like urine-. Such words will come out.
Even if she doesn’t come out, she will get into Carl’s ears. Perhaps she was something Carl would discover himself. Hate. She just didn’t like it. After sharing her words of love in my ear, “But Sophia. Did you pee on this bed?” I hated it more than dying. She was sold she was in pain She was ashamed and humiliated.
Sophia was at a loss, then she crawled to the edge of the bed. The height of the bed was not low. It was high enough that she could easily descend when her legs were still standing, but if she fell like this, she would feel pain. It was comforting that there was a carpet on the floor.
In pitch black darkness. Even with the dark-adapted vision, the road could not be seen properly. She relied on her senses so she had to go to the bathroom.
Will she be found helplessly in bed, unable to hold back her urine and having a fight?
Does she somehow make it to the bathroom? That choice was presented in front of Sophia’s eyes.
“Why, why did this situation come to this… “
Sophia cried. The bed was high, and if she went down, it seemed that she would never get back up. Gulp. Saliva is swallowed There was a limit to the ability to urinate. The countdown has already begun.
Is the bathroom door open?
Sofia’s fate depended on that uncertain future.
“No… This is too much!”
