Chapter 67 – Doggie
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Sophia gradually got used to sex. She sucks cock, eats cum, and gets cum all over her face. She made no complaints when her breasts were touched or when her lower legs went down. While she was eating at the table, even when her panties started to come off and get stuck, Sophia was busy swallowing what she had in her mouth first.
Sophia seemed to be coming to terms with the idea that she was Carl’s tool for self-defense. She looked like she did now, even though she said she was only inside Carl’s house and she would walk around undressed.
But, of course, such a look was not normal.
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“Sophia. I’ll write some.”
“Yes? Ah yes!”
Sophia nods her head at Carl’s words. She was reading the bible. Sophia’s clothes are torn in her. Her bare breasts were exposed to the air, and Carl sucked on Sophia’s breasts. A shrieking sound echoes obscenely in the room. Sophia just watched as her sword tongue caressed her own nipples as she flinched.
Then, as her sword burrows down her head to caress Sophia’s cunt, Sofia tries to caress her sword’s cock. When her sword grabs Sofia’s head and brings it under her, Sophia puts her sword’s cock in her mouth and sucks it with an obscene sound. It’s something she’s used to.
When Carl had semen in his mouth, he showed it to Carl and then ate it. She swallowed her semen with her gulp and then she showed Carl that she had swallowed it right.
What she regretted was that after Carl had stuffed himself in her mouth, she wouldn’t share a kiss with him. It was dirty, she said. Still, she was only proud of Sophia as she said, ‘I love Sophia who calmly accepts that dirty thing’.
From the way she looked with her mouth open and her tongue sticking out, it was difficult to imagine her as a virgin as before. Rather, she is the level that a prostitute on the street comes to mind first.
Sophia was generally satisfied with this kind of life. She didn’t even know what was wrong with her sex with Carl. She knew a little bit she was pervert, but she didn’t know how much she was pervert. She knew it was a bit of an oddity, but she didn’t know how unusual it was.
She just assumed that she was when she said that knives were normal sex. She was comfortable just thinking that way and passing it on. Sophia said she gave up her body whenever Carl wanted it.
She was sometimes desired by Sophia, but usually Carl lusted after Sophia. Then she became Sophia, a saint who accepted her desires whenever she wanted.
Carl confesses his sins over Sophia’s ear. She then accepts, accepts, and forgives Sophia the guilt of her sword. The series of processes gave me the feeling that Carl and Sophia were becoming lifelong partners not only in a physical relationship but also in a spiritual and religious relationship.
Sophia believed the words Carl whispered to her. If she doubts the knife unnecessarily, she will only get tired mentally. She had better leave everything to Carl from the start. He had better not think that Carl meant anything else to him.
Sophia’s unconditional affection and trust might have something to do with the situation she was in.
She says Sophia says she doesn’t love Carl, so she can’t stop living with Carl. She is forced to have sex with Carl. She said that while Sophia could be killed at any time if Carl had any ill intentions of her, there was nothing she could do if Sophia harbored her ill intentions about her.
It was a complete hierarchical relationship. There was no difference between a master and servant relationship. However, the reason why such a relationship seemed equal, affectionate, and affectionate was because Carl always whispered love in Sophia’s ear, and Sophia also whispered her love to Carl with her willingness. Sophia’s actions were all justified while Sophia loved Carl.
Rather than being raped, violated, and subjected to ugly acts due to the fear, fear, and persecution of not knowing when to die as a weak person, as a lover of a knife, it became a willing consideration for the knife and a sacrificing mind for the knife.
Also, Carl’s twisted desire is not the act of a rapist or criminal who devours and rapes Sophia, but it is only the twisted sexual desire of a lover who loves Sophia. Thus, the relationship between Sophia and Karl could remain as a lover, the image of Saint Sophia accepting Karl’s erroneous desire with her kindness.
So Sophia was desperately in love with the sword. She loved Carl more than Carl loved Sophia. Whether it was real love that leaked from deep inside her, or a love that was faked for her comfort, Sophia seemed to love Carl, and she really did, and was cutely jealous of other women. .
From Carl’s point of view, Sophia’s appearance was really attractive. Even though her arms and legs were cut in half, there was a lot that was particularly enjoyable about her willingness to accept any kind of sexual desire.
“Is it a necklace?”
“Huh. A sapphire necklace is also good. I will be wearing this from now on.”
“It’s a dog collar.”
“No?”
“No, fine!”
Her leash was fastened around Sophia’s neck. Sophia crawled around her mansion. Arya followed. Sophia was naked, with not a single thread draped around her body, and as she kept pace with the sword’s stride, she could only be followed or dragged with difficulty. Carl wasn’t very considerate of her.
When she felt a little behind, her leash was pulled hard. She acted like Sophia really was an asshole.
“It hurts Carl!”
“Sophia. Are you an idiot? Or walwal is fine. Now, follow me.”
“… !”
Sophia didn’t say anything about her pride. Carl felt that Sophia’s rebellion was cute.
Arya, following slowly behind her Sofia, kicked or pushed her Sofia obliviously. Sophia then collapsed, unable to keep up with the stride of her knife, her face turning red from breathlessness as she choked on the pull on her leash.
“Shall we go for a walk today? It’s a nice day.”
Sophia couldn’t answer. It was because she was gasping for her breath. However, she did not reach out to Carl for Arya’s assault like this.
She had once told Carl about Arya kicking and pushing her, because then he slapped Arya on the cheek and kicked her really badly. Sophia barely dried her sword, and Arya continued to harass Sophia despite the harsh treatment.
Arya would rather suffer like that, because she was the Sophia she thought she was really sleeping with, and her petty bullying continued to this day.
“It’s a walk, no… !”
Her leash is pulled.
“Meongmeong, or Walwal.”
Sophia’s head bowed. It hurt because she kept trying to keep her head up, but it was because she was ashamed, distressed, ashamed and sad. For a moment, the sadness rising up in her eyes flashed in Sophia’s eyes. “Woof woof… “At last Sophia barked like her dog. I couldn’t hear the knife.
“The sound is small. Look where the mosquitoes are.”
“Woof woof! Bruise!”
Sophia screamed in a panic. Carl smiled. “Thank you, Sophia. That’s it for today.” Sophia finally let out her sigh of relief.
“It’s too much Carl, too much!”
“I’m sorry, Sophia. Thank you for following along. I am really sorry.”
“I am not a dog!”
“You know Sophia. Know all too well i’m the problem You shouldn’t have been in a relationship with someone like me.”
“No, Carl is a good man. Just, just… “
“Isn’t it difficult, Sophia?”
“Ugh… Huh… !”
When Sophia wept, Carl quietly patted her on the back. It was a kind of reward, and it was also a promise. If Sophia followed Carl’s desires well, Carl reciprocated with that much affection for Sophia.
Sexually, Sophia was Carl’s slave, servant, and pet. But it was the distinction that Sophia had been able to endure and maintain the affection she had for Carl.
Carl has delivered unchanging affection after the act is over. The kind of person who wants to listen to anything Sofia wants and do whatever Sophia wants to do. An act of restless fear that Sofia might have been hurt even a little bit, and hugging Sofia, hurting her heart even more when Sophia is slightly sad.
When it came to the sexual and non-sexual parts, Carl had a very different attitude. Sophia differentiated between a knife for sexual activity and a knife for non-sexual activity. Although both were the same Carl Leben, Sophia regarded them as different people because of the marked difference in her attitude towards her. She might not even consider Carl to be a double personality.
Carl did not bother to correct Sophia’s misunderstanding.
But the knife
As Sophia put her dog collar back on, her tongue stretched out in hesitation at the stew she served out in her bowl of dog food and the semen sprayed on it, she gave her sweetest word. When Sophia is putting on her most miserable face. In the form of a ‘kind knife’ that Sofia thinks.
“I found a clue to fix her arm and her leg. And … Prosthetic arms and legs will be coming soon.”
“Yes… ?”
“In that case, let’s go on a picnic. There are so many things I’ve been told to do but haven’t done yet. Enjoy the festival and go to the night market. Gathered with her colleagues… “
“Can you really fix it?”
“Huh. Of course, right now it’s hard-“
“Yeah, yup… Hueup, hik, heuh… I love you, I really love you Carl. Do I really have to live my life like this? Really Carl, Carl… “
“Yes, Sophia. First.”
“Yeah, first of all?”
“Mongmong- I have to say.”
“… ?”
“Eat all the semen stew.”
“… “
“What are you doing?”
“Uh… “
“Uh… Isn’t it? Huh? Come on, nice.”
“Bruise… , Woof woof… “
