Chapter 56 – Confession
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Because it was morning, their skinship did not lead to sex. It only stopped at the line of rubbing each other’s bodies, kissing each other’s lips, and exchanging saliva. Sophia was hugged by Carl with a gleeful face. The erect cock pricked Sofia’s body.
“Sophia. Open your mouth.”
Carl took out a new cookie and put it in his mouth. Sophia chewed and swallowed, popping the new cookie Carl had handed her to her mouth. Sweet, salty, soft sweets and crispy sweets. Seeing the knives handed out by type, Sophia just laughed.
If you take off one layer,
Sophia thinks so. If I peel off this subtle film covering it like vinyl, will I be able to endure it?
Sophia loves Carl and Carl seems to love Sophia, but Sophia is not sure about the relationship.
“Knife. Will you tell me you love me?”
“Love you.”
“Really?”
“Of course.”
Carl can live without Sophia, but Sophia cannot live without Carl.
It is impossible to live.
*
The knife headed for the study. Sophia sat still on the sofa. Aria stared at Sophia, who just sat there like a nice-looking doll.
She hates aria
Sophia wanted to live.
Carl offered to heal her arms and legs. She was looking for a way, she said. Even if it’s the most precious medicine in the world, she’ll save it somehow, she said. She offered to eat on her arms and walk and run on her two legs again.
All of those possibilities depended solely on Carl.
Eating, breathing, sleeping, washing.
Not being raped by another man, not being killed, not being mistreated, not being kidnapped, being sold to someone else and being forced to live a boring life.
It was all thanks to Carl. Of all the things he ate, slept, and wore in this house, there was nothing that was not Carl’s property.
Obviously, Sofia loves knives. Maybe Carl will love Sophia too. But she says that while Sophia can give Carl little, what Carl does to Sophia is overbearing. Sophia can’t throw away Carl, but Carl can abandon Sophia at any time.
Sofia can’t help but forgive any mischief Carl does to Sophia. She said it was just like the joke from last time. She is just pampered.
Sophia could do anything for Carl if his eyes on her were warm, if he filled a corner of her heart with sweet words and sweet actions. What can you do with a body like this?
Carl’s sexual orientation, of course, had to match. If he wants to give birth to a baby, he just needs to give birth to him. Even if Carl slapped him on the cheek, he could forgive him if he asked for forgiveness.
Saint Sophia Gracia is a person who cannot help but depend on a man named Carl Leben both physically and mentally.
But Arya.
Sophia glared at Arya. She was afraid of Arya. She said Arya could do anything for Carl.
After her limbs were amputated, Sofia’s most painful moments were when she could hear Arya and Carl’s moans night after night, when her relationship with Carl was unconfirmed, when she couldn’t hear Carl’s confession of love. It’s time
A time when everything was uncertain. It was a time when he was worried about how long Carl would take care of him. Now, if Carl gets tired of it, he is in a position where he can be kicked out at any time. Sophia always harbored anxiety in a corner of her heart and longed for Carl’s affection.
However, how shameless would it be to want someone to love you indefinitely from a position where you can only ask for it? Can she resent Carl just because he doesn’t love her? Not at all. At all. Never.
I can feel Arya’s gaze.
Aria. Arya was objectively pretty. Her being a demon would be a flaw, but that wasn’t much of a consolation for Sophia, who knows Carl doesn’t really care about such things.
As long as Arya was by her side, Sofia couldn’t help but think about it.
What should I do if the knife with the sex slave I can use at will gets tired of me?
What am I supposed to do when I fall for Arya, who has her arms and legs and her pretty face?
I even peed Wouldn’t it have fallen out of love with me?
What if Carl loves Arya more than me? So what if Carl doesn’t love me anymore?
The promise to fix my arm
These beds and clothes I enjoy now
That voice whispering that I love you every day
Lips that touch moistly
The embrace that tightly hugged me
… That hard thing that digs into the inside pleasantly
Anymore,
It won’t be my own
No, it leaves me with nothing left. Since he didn’t own it in the first place, he can’t even hold grudge against him. It just becomes empty. He will die
“No, I do not want.”
“Yes?”
“I hate Arya. I hate you.”
“… “
“Please don’t take the person I love from me.”
Listening to Sophia’s lowered head, Arya thought about this.
That person must have hated me so much and tortured me because of such petty jealousy.
Arya says, contorting her face as if chewing on her raw flesh.
“I hate you too, Sophia.”
*
The cold appearance between the two ended with the return of the knife. Cal calmly dug between the two and played with Sophia’s breasts. I kissed her on the cheek and took Sophia to the newly made bed with a soft red duvet. “Oh, is it broad daylight? Wow!” Sophia let out her pleasant cheers. It was a voice full of anticipation.
“The clothes have arrived.”
Carl pulled out a new suit from the closet. He undressed Sophia.
“What kind of clothes are these?” “Perverted clothes. Clothes that are see-through. Clothes like a white dress soaked in water.” “Wow, that’s insidious. Do you know that you’re looking at me with Carl’s perverted eyes?” “So you don’t like it?” “No. They say they like knives.” “Sofia is also pervert.” “No!”
The knife tickled Sophia’s body. Ahaha- Sophia burst into laughter. As the knife put her clothes on, Sophia looked at her knife with her quivering eyes. It’s such a see-through outfit. Nipples are visible. The bottom was not visible because she was wearing panties, but her bare skin was exposed in other parts of the body.
Her lips trembled at the thought that if it were Carl, one day she might put on this outfit and go outside, but she didn’t express that thought outwardly. Sophia smiles brightly.
“Carl, I’m not really a pervert. I’m doing this because it’s a knife, please don’t get me wrong!”
“Well then.”
“Do you like me for knives?”
“Huh. Best in the world.”
“Hehe, I’m glad.”
Carl looked down at Sofia. Sophia smiled and faced her knife.
“Why is that, Carl? Am I too pretty?”
“Uh.”
“… Oops Ashamed. Carl is handsome too!”
“Haha. Sophia.”
“Yes?”
Carl looked down at Sophia coldly. Sophia’s heart pounded. Why? Did I do anything wrong? Didn’t she like it when she put her clothes on? Was there a bad reaction?
Not knowing what thoughts were running through Sophia’s head, Carl just threw out his words.
“I have something to apologize for, Sophia. Hmm. I’m sorry.”
“Yes? Yes. Please speak.”
“Will you forgive me?”
“Yes.”
“You didn’t even tell me what was wrong?”
“It is a knife. Are you grateful just for telling me?”
Carl looked at Sophia in silence. The twinkling eyes are beautiful. If he looks at her still, he wants to kiss her without realizing it. She wants to tease. Want to cry Her innate lust raises her head and yells at her to commit. Carl’s tongue licked his lips.
The slithering tongue of the scorpion and the thick venom bit the heel of her saintess.
“The other day. I raped you.”
“Yes?”
“It was me who raped you.”
