Chapter 92 – Romeo and Juliet (4)
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Close to three months have passed since Sophia lost her consciousness. Her food was somehow solved by drinking water, and it was always Carl himself who cleaned her body. Sometimes, sitting next to her unconscious Sophia, she would read the scriptures of the hated goddess. After all, Sophia served her goddess terribly.
The preparations for Sophia were roughly finished. When she saw her hands and feet, now that she had completely regenerated, she thought, of course, that after she was dead, she might be completely elated and leave to find someone else. It became a stumbling block in her mind and made her hesitate to use her knife. Killing people is simple, but I wonder if it’s a human heart to be infinitely weak in this kind of thing.
Legacy to Sofia. Criminal organizations also had enough orders that Osott could take over in case of emergency. After that, it’s Osot’s ability.
Of course, he placed restrictions on Osoth’s psyche because it was his duty as an owner to believe in Osoth, but not completely trust him. A categorical imperative that reads, ‘Absolutely serve Sophia Gracia in the absence of Carl Leben.’ Osott agreed.
Arya decided to save it for Sophia. However, she had to know that Sophia was the daughter of the devil, so she wrote an appropriate note and attached it.
“Hmm. After all, wouldn’t it be right for me to be alive?”
Took. Throws a half-serious joke. No answer coming back a little embarrassed
Sophia is still sleeping soundly. She tried to hold Sofia’s new-born hand. Her blood had passed for quite some time, and she was now warm. She thinks Sofia will like it when she wakes up, so she’s glad.
It’s soft infinitely tender How did such a fragile life set out to catch the demon king, caught it again, and now threw down its own life to save me.
Really why
Memories with Sofia come to mind.
I remembered the things we had sex with while being soaked in pig’s blood in a small theater for dates, the things we had sex with through water torture, the things I raped while Sophia was sleeping, and the things I raped while pretending to be someone else at the banquet hall. Sophia suffered every time she was beaten and satisfied her sadism. Her body was too good for her, and she was more than enough to fight over and over again.
Thinking about it, she touched Sofia’s breasts, who were lying in shape. Soft. If she dies, sex with this body will be over. Finally, will she do it one more time?
… I feel bad.
She carried the sleeping Sophia in a wheelchair around her mansion. “I was fucking fucked over there. I remember?” It was a bit strange to be her memory, but it made me feel better.
“Here you said you loved me. My body was confessed by the best saintess on the continent. If you do that, you will be the best husband for her.”
She roamed the streets too. The villagers recognized her quite a bit, probably because she held small festivals from time to time. “You have a lot of trouble with a sleepyhead!” Haha!” People only knew that Sofia slept a lot in the morning. That’s right, she only does it in the morning, and sometimes she shines her face for a little while, so even if she has a little doubt, she just does it and passes it. She smiled moderately and handed it over.
She bought a lot of jewels and trinkets. She put it on the table. She found a very pretty ring, which she said was made of rings carved from diamonds. She liked that it says in the runes that she loves you. She was incredibly expensive, but her modest appearance was also attractive. Sophia was burdened with her excessive luxury. Although she likes to eat.
I’ve been wondering why Sofia died for me for the past three months. She just needs to live her own life, but why. Why? It must have been painful for her to be with me. I’m free now
Returning to her mansion, she made up her mind after stroking Sofia’s tits and cunt a few more times, much to her regret. Even Sophia would understand this much. This bitch, she didn’t rape me at all. Even while sleeping.
She said, “I wanted to let go after getting pregnant, but families without a father are usually unhappy. I’m sorry. You are missing the best seed in the world. I must have missed the best garden.”
Kiss Sophia on the forehead.
He also kisses Sophia in the eyes.
Kiss Sofia on the nose too
In Sophia’s mouth, of course
Sophia’s nape
Chest too
Apostasy
Not even seen
Legs too
Knee too
Shoulder too
Eight provinces of Korea
Armpit too
Hands too
On her toes
Even in the ass
Slowly, slowly, smeared with her saliva.
“You are dirty because of me. That is your homework that you will have to carry with you for the rest of your life. Remember. That I was always the first in all of your parts.”
I hugged the disheveled Sophia and matched her heartbeat.
I understand now.
Why Sofia died for me.
“Love.”
Because I too could die for Sophia.
Because I want Sophia to live.
It’s painful not having Sophia.
“I ate the saintess first, if you seduce her, follow her to the underworld, damn bastards.”
Ah,
I shouldn’t be followed by other guys.
I don’t want to fall behind
Anyway, that was my advice.
*
The afterlife was a white space. A white, empty space. I was standing there not knowing where the floor was. Perspective was messed up because there were no objects. She couldn’t even see her own hands and feet, only a pure white space.
– Why did you make that choice?
It was at a time when I was wondering if it was possible to die even in a dead state when the fucking goddess bitch pushed the disgusting double plate. It was because I had not experienced this space when my soul was torn apart, so I thought that the disappearance of the soul and death are two different concepts. Come to think of it, that kid Lloyd is really evil. I was just killing them comfortably, but they’re trying to cut out my soul. The bad guy who ate it. The goddess who raised such a guy as a warrior must be an idiot with a problem somewhere.
– Don’t pretend you can’t hear.
“Ah. Oh.”
A voice came out. I think it’s right to say it’s a will. I briefly wondered if it would be possible to apply it if she returned to reality, but soon lost interest when she realized that she was already dead. Her goddess face gradually began to show. As expected, her perspective was messed up, but she floated around in the white space with black soot like a picture drawn by her child.
– You really have no faith. Usually, I see myself depending on what the other person thinks of me…
“A bitch who didn’t have a damn thing to do, so he beat up shit like a demon king. Talk a lot.”
– I appreciate that part.
“If you’re grateful, save me.”
– Yes.
Uh? Really?
“What? Really?”
– Instead, there are conditions.
Her respect for her goddess tried to well up, but she subsided. Hmm. It seems that there is a lot of talk to oneself in this afterlife. Should I think Like a stream of thought. I can’t help it because I have to think more consciously. If you stay in this fucking room, you’ll go crazy on your own.
– That part also comes from the heaven that each person usually thinks of, so I can’t help it.
Where in the world is an idiot who thinks of heaven when he hasn’t even died, you asshole. I almost spit it out, but I decided to be a little self-respecting. Right now, the one who is controlling my life and death is the goddess, so I realized that I should be a little more considerate. I just hope it doesn’t show on your face. However, I don’t know if it’s because this damn goddess bitch’s movements are sluggish, but she still hasn’t talked about the conditions.
“What are the conditions?”
-Why did she come to think of saving Sophia?
“I never thought of that.”
– Why did you want to save her?
“She was usually very fond of volunteering. She always wanted to sacrifice. Oh my God, I am so happy to be sacrificing for the saintess!”
– I will not accept false testimony.
“You don’t know my truth. Damn, are you a real goddess?”
-Why did you want to save Sophia Gracia, even at the cost of her own life?
Every time I heard a question, I gradually lost my breath. Her breathing quickened. There’s no way the dead bastard will have any breath left, but I wonder if this is the hallucinatory pain or something. Her mind goes back and forth. She seemed to have the face of the goddess bitch approaching, as well as receding, as if it were one or several. I wish someone would do something about that small face with her eyes drawn with two small circles inside her circle and her mouth made with triangles. Motherfucking really
“Look at me.”
– Be honest.
“I’m someone who has never lived honestly in my entire life.”
– Because he’s dead now.
“… I don’t tell anyone.”
*
Who wants to die Life originally desires life. No matter how deep your affection for others is, life always puts your own life first. No matter how much a mother loathes her children, her life is to eat her children for her own survival. Also, the child killed her parents to save herself. That was life
Why did Sophia die for me? Because I love you?
Well, her mother.
The mother she never died for me.
My mother who tried to stab me to death for those potatoes.
Didn’t she love me?
It’s like a sick thing. Being stubborn because you don’t want to admit it.
*
When Sophia had just lost her sanity, she thought she could live without much difference. In the years since she first met her, she hadn’t fully realized how large her presence as Sophia had become in the person of Carl Leben.
There is no one to play with. The conversation soon ceased. She even visited Maya, but Maya spoke very little of her. She eventually returned after chatting to herself alone. She suffered quite a bit because I wasn’t too fond of words either.
She did not intend to go in search of Circe. Because I killed Lloyd.
It didn’t fit, however, that he was casually joking around with the heads of other criminal organizations. Of course, in reality, we often joked, but it was always a joke at the business level, not an act of really openly communicating.
What came first was loneliness. I missed Sophia. She wanted to see Sofia’s crying face. But Sophia was only quietly asleep. She is in a long, dreadful sleep. Not knowing whether her own arms and her legs had sprouted or not.
As she became lonely, she thought of a woman. She was sexually aroused. However, there was no way the other woman would catch his eye. She was not as soft-skinned as Sophia’s, she was not a pretty face, she was neither cute nor innocent. She was either a bitch with a history of accepting other men’s cocks, or was too young.
There was no woman who fit the criteria. Even if she sometimes met the conditions, she didn’t like her. She thought sex was what she wanted to do, but she soon realized. I wanted to have sex with Sophia. I thought about doing it with Sophia, who was sleeping, but I didn’t feel like it. At least not if you were breathing hard or if you were planning to wake up tomorrow.
After loneliness came thirst. My throat was dry. Drinking water did not quench my thirst, and drinking wine or any other liquid did the same. This madness would subside a little only when he put his tongue in Sophia’s sleeping mouth and sucked in Sophia’s saliva. Laughter came out.
Life has become boring It was a life where I could do anything, but I didn’t want to do anything. He had lost his purpose in life. The most enjoyable times were when he carefully wiped Sophia’s body, put something in Sofia’s mouth, and sat next to Sofia and read the scriptures of the goddamn bitch. Only moments with Sofia could be fun, and only the things she did for Sofia could be rewarded.
But if Sophia didn’t wake up, it was all in vain. I’ve never been able to heal a soul before. Even necromancers skilled enough to be directly subordinated by the demon king made it their lifelong secret. I stopped trying to cure it because it would complicate things if I touched the soul.
Life was not worthwhile. Then I thought that I should just die because I have nothing to do anyway. After that, it led to the thought, “I’m going to die anyway.”
Let Sophia live and die.
Ironically, after thinking about it, everything became fun. I laughed when I thought that after Sophia was alive, she would be happy to see her arms and legs. Every time I thought of Sofia’s future, I smirked for some reason, and every time I prepared something for Sophia, I felt my life filled up.
For example, when I was preparing rings and jewelry for Sophia, I couldn’t control my pounding heart, wondering what Sophia would think when she saw it. I even decorated her room the way Sophia would like it. I don’t know if I liked Sofia, but she was gorgeous anyway.
After that, when Sophia wakes up again…
Also,
Also,
Also.
Also,
Only then did I realize
This is why Sophia died for me.
This was love
– Is that your conclusion?
“No, my conclusion is that my mother was a bitch. She stabbed her son because he didn’t want to give him some potatoes? Uh fuck.”
– You’re not being very honest.
“What about Sophia? Did she survive? What did she say after she was alive? She wants to talk about it. I like you? Are you lucky again? I don’t know roughly.”
– Whoops.
“Please don’t laugh and talk to me Goddess. Huh?”
– … After.
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