Chapter 66 – In the Toilet
* Contains gaslighting scenes.
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Sophia, who was like pure white drawing paper, is gradually dyed in color. But Sophia doesn’t know that it’s wrong. There are times when it is painful, but there are also times when it is joyful and happy, and the clergy also do not regard their behavior with their loved ones as promiscuous.
Sophia Eats Cum Received Cum On Her Face Seeing this, Carl gets excited. Sophia was just fine. Seeing Carl excited at the sight of him felt like proof that he loved him.
Sophia knows that she may not be very attractive compared to her other women. Even if she is Aria, who always sticks by her side right now, she doesn’t have her ugly face and body compared to Sophia, and she has her arms and legs cut off except for her status as a saint that Sophia holds. There was no reason to choose a woman anywhere.
Even so, Sofia has no choice but to simply surrender her body and mind to her knife, which she never abandons and loves her unchangingly.
Carl Fucks Sofia
Sophia’s face is stuck in the toilet. Her ass sticks out, and her knife slaps her bare ass. Her pussy jerks like a masturbator. Carl shoves her cock into it and shakes it, making her cum squirm.
Fortunately for her, there was no urine or feces in her toilet, and her face was not stained ugly. However, the semen on her face is released in the toilet bowl and floats around. Sophia’s face rubs against the hard part of the toilet.
Her face rubs back and forth as Carl shakes her waist. When Sofia lifts her head and tells her to breathe, she invariably slams Sofia’s head into the toilet, her knife swinging around her waist.
This makes it feel like a real toilet.
Volunteer work for Carl. Such a volunteer activity that induces Carl’s desire to excrete himself so that he does not lose to others. And at the end, the ending where Carl looks only at himself and loves him. Sophia could be patient. She could endure no matter how hard it was for Carl’s sake.
Sophia, who loves her sword, was happy.
She’s just glad there’s anything she can do for Carl.
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Sophia still remembered the time when she said that her sword was peculiar to her own nature and that she was worried about how far you could take it. It’s hard to remember completely, as people always do, but at that time, Carl said with a melancholy look in his eyes, really distressed.
It’s painful to even tell you this fact, I’m sad that I can’t control my ugly desires, and I feel like I’m making these comments because I want to pour out my sexual desires on you. But I only have you I love you. So I am telling you this. I don’t want to quench my lust for someone other than you. All you need is you. Only you I love you.
You, you, you
If you don’t accept me, I will shudder in pain. If it’s not you, I have no choice but to pour it out to someone else. From the position of loving you, I don’t feel betrayed in my heart unless you accept me. Aren’t you and I lovers? What’s wrong with accepting your lover’s flaws? I like you I don’t want to betray you. I love you. That’s why I’m asking you this kind of favor because I hate relationships with anyone other than you.
Didn’t I say that I could accept anything? Was it all a lie You don’t even love me, did you pretend to love me? Are you trying to refuse because you don’t like it because it’s hard to do such a favor to the person you love? I am an arm for you, a bridge for you, and a person who will protect you, but are you unable to do that much for me? Is it that difficult?
Should I go to the whorehouse? Do you want that Yes, should I? Do I, who loves you, have to betray my heart and embrace another woman because of your selfishness? Hate. I hate that.
Didn’t we decide to be lovers? I hate it when you’re in a relationship with another man. I get jealous. It’s so terrible. I know it’s jealousy out of love. But what are you You whispered that you love me, but you didn’t have any jealousy? Does it matter if I hug another woman? Is it okay?
No? If not, why not allow it? What is the reason for not giving up? Could it be because of your suffering? Was it just because it hurt? Was it only because of that? Can’t you do that little thing for me? Whores endure such pain even for money, so you don’t love me more than a few pennies. What is it? Isn’t it right Doesn’t that mean that the prostitute’s love for money is greater than your love for me?
You, you, you
While tormenting me even more, he eats and sleeps as he wants,
While refusing to grant any of my desires and wishes, I hope that my desires come true.
You crave my love and passion while ignoring my aspirations and longings.
You are selfish only you know but I love you
Okay,
It’s okay if you don’t do what I want. I’m suffering and sad and I just leave to find another woman. I betrayed my heart and forcibly hugged another woman. It’s because someone I love pushes away, shakes off, and turns away from the side of me that becomes one of many aspects of me, saying that I don’t like it, it’s painful, or it’s annoying. Because of you, I forcibly, with a sad heart, knowing that it hurts you, so I can only find a prostitute and hold it until I am in agony again.
Yes, I am the only one who harbors a base desire inside. There is such ugliness and filth in me that it doesn’t suit you. Ok, got it You love me, but you don’t love me like that. No matter what you look like, from the beginning to the end, from the outside to the inside, from the time you were unscathed to the time after you were hurt, I had affection and whispered love to you, but you are not like that.
It’s unavoidable. It’s just that the heart that I love you is bigger than the heart that you love me.
But even so, I cry sadly. Screams sadly. In the arms of someone other than you, I will. Hugging someone who isn’t you, I’ll think it’s you. You will take off your clothes thinking that you are someone you are not. Are you still good, are you satisfied with it? Really, are you still okay?
It’s just a matter of getting along a little bit. Isn’t it just a matter of yielding in terms of sexual desire? It feels like too much pain to me to not be able to watch what you think or do while I am with another woman and I am away from you during that time. Are you really not going to listen to my wishes?
Me, you, me
Sophia didn’t want anyone else to intervene in the relationship between me and you. That’s why she gave in to Carl’s wishes. In fact, even if Carl didn’t say that, he would have listened as if he couldn’t win. If he was a sword, he would have forgiven even if he was forced to. It didn’t matter if he cried like that and brushed off his inner thoughts one by one.
It was okay even if I slapped him on the cheek. It didn’t matter if I punched him. If it’s a knife, if it’s a knife Sophia didn’t care. Of course, even if it was someone else who did bad things to Sophia, Sophia would have forgiven her. Even when her little kid next door stabs her Sophia in the stomach, Sofia laughs and says, ‘I’m sorry. I must have done something wrong-‘ he was the kind of person I could talk to.
Sophia was willing to endure it, even though her heart was rotting and she would shudder at her pain and cry out in sorrow. What she could not forgive were those who offended her and others.
Even if she was a stranger she didn’t know one side of her, she could forgive like that, but as long as she loved Carl, she was fine with anything he did to her. Literally anything. Anything. So Sophia was really, really moved by Carl’s words.
Carl’s words, which often condemned Sophia as a bad person, penetrated deep into her heart and pricked her, but the fact that Carl wanted Sophia so much was a blessing to Sophia.
It’s not that it wasn’t painful. Of course not. Sophia also has tears, pain, sadness, and depression. She cries in pain when needles are stuck in her arms and legs, and she screams in pain when a knife is stabbed in her stomach. She didn’t enjoy being bullied.
But Sophia was forgiving. Even someone she hated terribly, she could only forgive. If only she could break the chain of hatred by forgiving and enduring it alone in a world full of sin, overflowing with anger and vengeance, and in a world where all sorts of violence and murder are born with the dizzying voices of people who inhale flowing emotions. That was enough for her.
Forgiving and enduring is already familiar.
The sword she loved, her sword Reven, took her shame and took out her inner feelings one by one and laid them out in front of her. Even if it was an ugly and evil heart, because she knew what Carl had done and what he had given up to save countless lives, Sophia could only see Carl as a great person who suppressed even those inner feelings and accumulated achievements.
It is more difficult for evil people to do good than it is for good people to do good. It is more valuable and difficult for a person who is educated about evil deeds to see evil deeds in an evil environment to commit good deeds than to do good deeds by a person who grows up in a good house and sees only good deeds and is educated about good deeds. .
Even with her bad intentions, the fact that she did not treat Sophia as her slave, an irresistible situation, is something that I want to applaud her. Sofia actually clapped. She had no palms, but moved her elbows from side to side, patting and clapping at her.
Thanks Carl, thanks for telling me. Thank you for your patience. Are you okay. You know I have I rather like Carl talking to me. Don’t bother others. Do it for me Even if it’s a little twisted, I don’t care as long as Carl loves me. Even if it’s a little painful, I can endure it if Carl gently strokes me and whispers love to me affectionately.
I was able to accept everything that was a little extreme. It didn’t matter if it was being violated by Carl, who ate semen, sprayed semen on his face, and stuck his face in the toilet while shaking his waist like a beast with his butt sticking out like a masturbator. She was able to endure it because other men did not touch her body, because touching her body was her sword, and mocking and insulting her was only her sword.
Because he knew that Carl loved him.
Bubbly. Air bubbles rise from the water in the toilet bowl. Slap. Carl’s hot palm slapped Sophia’s ass. It was a knife that grabbed his red-hot hips and waist like a handle, shook his hips, and then slapped his hips as he pleased.
The sound their ass and palms made was tight, Sophia’s cunt twitched with every blow, and it was fun to compare the sound of water in Sophia’s cunt to the splashing sound of her face bobbing up and down.
“As expected, Sophia is the best.”
Around that time, Sophia passed out and couldn’t hear Carl’s voice.
It was only when she woke up that she gently brushed her hair and smiled quietly as she looked at her with melancholy eyes.
