Chapter 97 – True Ending (1)
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Lack. Sophia suddenly had an idea. One day, when her married life was about half a year old, the calm chirping of birds was heard in the bright morning. It wasn’t that Carl’s love was lacking. Carl cared terribly for Sophia, she wanted to do anything for her, and Sophia would do anything for Carl.
There are very few people in this world who love enough to give up their lives for each other. In particular, the affection for each other was special because they were the two who actually gave their lives. It was a relationship between the two of them who could laugh at the slightest mistake in everyday life.
Sesame seeds spilled, and affection filled the house. Even when I was peeling apples, the knife would hold my hand from behind. At that time, the still beating heart made me realize that the two were newlyweds.
Haven’t had kids yet. Whether it was Sophia or Carl, I wasn’t impatient about that part. Karl said he loved Sophia so much that he was afraid he would ever love her child enough.
Sophia also had similar concerns, so she willingly recites her contraceptive spell every day. But she hadn’t uttered a birth control spell last night. It didn’t matter much because she wasn’t in her fertile period, but it was an important matter that there was such a change of heart.
“Not enough… “
But she had nothing but overflow for Sophia. Really, what the hell does she feel is missing? Sophia said she decided to take the time to be a little more honest with herself.
It is Sophia who walks into Carl’s closet and starts masturbating to her by sniffing her.
*
Finding the cause of this insatiable thirst was not too difficult. It was just something I had to admit. Sophia recalled the days when her arms and legs were amputated and masturbated to her. Her climax was coming soon, and Sophia’s love juices were soaked in her hidden closet. It smells nasty.
After her arms and legs were back, Carl no longer fed Sophia. Of course, he sometimes fed them to express affection, but it couldn’t be helped that the frequency had drastically decreased. No wonder. Because Sophia had hands too. Because it was something she could do on her own. In the same vein, there was nothing to wipe the mouth.
Carl obviously loves Sophia unchangingly, and Sophia also loves Carl, but Sophia is left with regret for some reason.
Carl no longer accompanies him to the bathroom. There were times when we showered together, but usually we separate them by either Karl washing first or Sophia washing first. When urinating, of course there is no way to follow it. Because that was common sense. Because it was basic courtesy. Rather, the past days when that was not observed may have been embarrassing times. However, Sophia felt regret.
Maybe your body has already been tamed. No, maybe Sophia was a lewd person from the beginning. It is really meaningless to distinguish now which comes first and which comes later. Sophia just missed that time. I missed the days when I was frustrated because I couldn’t do anything, had to be forced to rely on the sword, and had to use and use the sword as I wanted.
It was still embarrassing to ask Carl for an obscene favor, perhaps due to the influence of her days as a saint. Carl likes me innocently, but there are times when I wonder if he hates me if I show lewdness. I know Carl isn’t like that, and I know that his love won’t be shaken by things like that. But as much as the dust, wouldn’t it really be like that.
I wanted to depend on Carl. I liked the moment when Carl decided everything. Feed me, lay me down, hug me. The time when I was insulted as I wanted to be insulted.
It was really embarrassing to tell Carl, “Watch me pee.” It was once or twice that he said “Feed me”. I thought it would be annoying if someone with hands asked for food for every meal. Her consideration for her Sofia was also her heart, fearing the situation in which others would hate her. She didn’t want to be a nuisance, especially when it came to Carl, whom she loved most.
Even when having sex. She wanted to be coerced rather than cared for. She wanted to be restricted from moving. So, I wanted Carl to pay attention to each of his movements. He wanted to feel the helplessness of not being able to wipe the semen off his face again. Even if he floundered in the water, he wanted to feel again the agony that he could not resist. It was painful, it was painful, but it was very pleasant.
Even in her daily life, such a desire only grew. I want you to keep an eye on Carl while he’s shopping, as if he’d brought his baby to the water’s edge. However, as Sophia was an adult and a person who could do it herself, she didn’t have to worry about it that much.
Carl walked, looking around moderately. Isn’t that pretty? Sophia pouted whenever Carl spoke. She didn’t look at me again, she looked somewhere else. Could she have seen that woman? Carl is a playboy. He needs to eat me. Don’t turn a blind eye
Possessiveness isn’t just for men. A woman’s possessive desire is sometimes more secretive, elaborate, and shady than a man’s. He plays the weak so that he can somehow make the woman pay attention and not pay attention to other things. Suffering. It hurts. And whispers that he needs your help.
So when a man gives up other precious things and chooses a woman, the woman finally feels a sense of victory. Ah, I am as precious as this to this person.
Sophia was also a woman. I wanted to have a knife. I wanted to sharpen my sword. If possible, I wanted to make a happy marriage with Carl only the two of us by entangling it so tightly that it couldn’t escape. He wanted Carl to take him with him wherever he went.
It was okay to become a slave to the sword. It was also nice that Carl took him with him for sexual intercourse. It didn’t matter how you treated it. It didn’t matter even if he wasn’t equal to the knife. – No, I rather liked it that way. Being abused by Carl was something Sophia couldn’t hope for. It was a pleasure. I wanted to be sold, used, and harassed. It opened my eyes to masochistic tendencies.
However, Sophia had this thought in a corner of her heart.
But Carl has to look only at himself. He must have no one more precious than himself. He must not look away from himself. Carl’s first priority should always be Sophia Gracia, and while he handles Carl to his heart’s content, he should feel guilty towards Sophia and repay her with love that goes beyond bullying.
Something that could stimulate Carl’s guilt.
Sophia enters the armory in the basement. There was a dagger that was so sharp that even a child could pass ironclad neatly.
*
It was late in the evening when Carl returned from work. For some reason, Arya, not Sophia, opened the door. Arya is now fully established as a maid. She was Sophia’s exclusive maid, but her stronghold seemed to be a little awkward between her.
Arya’s expression is usually dark, probably because all her rescue attempts against her have been thwarted and she is now branded and abandoned as a traitor even within her own people.
Once, Arya, who had run away, was almost gang-raped by the remnants of the demon king’s army when she tried to call for her help. Oh Sot, who had been chasing after her since she ran away, laughed at her and saved Arya, but it seems that the day was quite shocking.
After that day, Arya seemed to have given up on everything. It had been a while since she had let go of her interest, because even if she proceeded with sexual torture, she calmly accepted it. She said she was good at maid work now, so I left it alone.
“Why do you have blood on your hands?”
“… Madame.”
Only today, Aria’s face was pale.
“Madam, you hurt yourself.”
It was like a thunderclap of news.
*
“Hee hee, Carl… I’m here? This is a bit much, it hurts… “
“What are you doing! Crazy, Sophia. What is this?! Why! What! What the hell did I do wrong!”
“Yeah, Carl did nothing wrong. I have forgiven all of you.”
“Why, why? What is this why why!”
Bloody.
When Karl Leben returned to his bedroom, he encountered Sophia’s body, with all parts except for his right arm cut off, and the bleeding stopped with bandages. The bandage was soaked with blood.
“I couldn’t cut my right arm alone, a knife cuts it off.”
Sophia comes to talk to her with her laugh.
Handing over the sharp dagger he was holding in her right arm.
