Chapter 98 – True Ending (2) – Complete
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“Huh, haaaaagh!”
Sick. That was the thought I had as soon as I brought the blade to his left arm. It’s painful. Pain. I wanted to immediately remove the knife, bandage, and apply the potion. Sophia, however, trembled with pain, but gave strength to his right hand.
If you cut it, you can be loved. You can be loved more could get more attention. So that Carl always looks at me and only cares about me. So that I am in every moment of the sword. So that there is no moment that Carl takes his eyes off me even for a moment. I can ask you to do all the things that I couldn’t say because I was shy.
My arm was cut off, albeit crookedly. As I was halfway running, a tearing pain ran down my arm, down my spinal cord, and through my brain. When I forcibly cut off one of my arms, it felt like my head was white with pain.
Sophia’s brain started ignoring the pain to prevent death from shock. It blocks out painful sensations and makes you feel pleasure so you don’t get stressed. Juice flowed from Sophia’s lower abdomen. She wet her underwear even though she wasn’t even pricked, and finally climaxed with a spurt of tide.
When Sophia opened her eyes again, her arms were bandaged. She was Arya’s first aid when she heard a scream.
Sophia drew in a heavy breath. Her severed arm has been burning and delivering pain. Sophia shuddered again at the pain and the unnaturalness of not having her left arm. I cut off her “Arm. I, cut off my arm.” Tears flowed from Sophia’s eyes. The corners of her mouth trembled, but she smiled a little.
“I can fully understand the knife now.”
Gulp. Arya swallowed her saliva. She is Aria with a pale expression as if she had seen something she couldn’t see. Sophia didn’t even think to wipe her tears from her cheeks, so she asked Aria.
“I’m sorry I made you see something I couldn’t see. But hey, could you put my arm in that box? I can stick it on later.”
It was a box with preservation magic. Sophia also had quite a bit of experience putting her amputated limbs back together, so she knew exactly how to put her arms and legs back together. Arya’s first aid was sloppy but excellent. Although her knots and tightening were clumsy, she had taken all necessary measures.
“Thank you, Aria.”
Sophia’s voice was exhausted. Her voice, which was so beautiful, had turned slightly husky, as if her throat had been hoarse from her screams. Sophia whispered to Arya.
“Please take good care of your legs.”
Even when Sophia said that, Arya didn’t quite understand what she meant by Sophia’s words. She was just puzzled by the situation in front of her, she was afraid of why it had become this way, and she was afraid of what punishment would be given to her for unintentionally neglecting this situation.
“Ah… I peed You’re going to make fun of Carl for calling him a manneken again, right? Huh… I can’t help it.”
Her bedspread was damp. It looked more like the blood dripping from her arm than the pee, but Arya couldn’t bear to point it out. Sophia brought her blade to her thigh.
“… “
It’s a face that even looks a little dazed. Arya was horrified that Sophia was laughing. In the burning pain that Sophia felt in her left arm, she cut off the thigh of her right leg. She was the second one, so maybe she could slice it more skillfully this time.
“Huh, turn it off… Uhhh… !”
Scream. Arya’s hand hurriedly stopped the bleeding. Amputated leg. A knife that I dropped because I couldn’t hold it. The smell of grease and love juices wafting from the overturned blanket. Sore thighs. It’s cold, hot, and painful. When the bandage touched, it felt like sandpaper was rubbing the skin off.
“Ah ah ah ah ah!”
Sophia felt her right hand move involuntarily toward her cunt. “Knives, knives, knives.” She frantically whipped her hands around her vagina. In the midst of extreme pain, the tightness of her vagina was at its peak, and it was so chewy that I wondered if it was her convulsions. Her whole body was covered with pleasure as she stirred with her fingers. Endless pain and endless pleasure. In the midst of the variation of the two, Sophia’s mind went far away.
And after cutting off her other thigh, she tried to cut off her one remaining right arm as well, but she couldn’t because Arya refused to cut it off.
*
“You are crazy.”
“Yeah, it makes me sad to hear that.”
“Because I happen to love a bitch like this.”
“Is that what Carl would say? Am I seriously hurt?”
“Look at this.”
Whoops!
Sophia’s moans echoed like hiccups. She just needs to lightly touch her pussy and go away. Sophia’s body was already sensitive. Sweat is dripping from the bone. It seemed obvious to her that if she were to be fucked like this, she would immediately become a slave to her cock and play around. And Carl was not the man to turn down such an opportunity.
“Crazy year. Naughty bitch.”
“Ah, hee, hee!”
Carl’s eyes rolled back. As soon as Sofia finished speaking, Carl, who had asked Sofia to explain her work, took off his pants and ran. All of Sophia’s undergarments she wore were ripped as they were pulled to her side, exposing her cunt. I grabbed her reddened bandage. Sophia screams in her pain.
The waist of the knife shakes in line with the screams of Sophia. Sophia’s body twisted to and fro with her pain and pleasure.
As soon as Carl kissed Sophia’s mouth, Sophia’s tongue pushed in. Carl’s tongue also intertwined with Sophia’s. As if eating candy, they licked each other’s tongues, exchanged saliva, and fed each other with their own saliva. Even when her lips were separated, saliva flowed like a thread, and Sophia’s eyes were wide open from the ecstasy that began when she cut her arm.
Caught a tit. I pinched until it hurt. Sophia’s white breasts were stained red. Blood rushes Even after one ejaculation into Sophia’s vagina, her erection did not go away. Sofia’s pussy swelled like a bubble of semen from the whipping of Carl’s cock, and drips leaked out when Carl withdrew his cock.
“Why did you cut it?”
Carl grabbed Sofia’s remaining right hand and shook his cock. He rubbed it against Sophia’s lips. I rubbed his glans on his nose, on his face, on his forehead. The remnants of pre-cum and semen were all over Sophia’s face. Sophia let out a sweet breath and said.
“Because I love you, because I love you so much. I want to have a knife.”
Usually they don’t understand that. I can’t understand. I don’t understand what the relationship between loving her husband and cutting off her own arms and legs is. But it wasn’t a knife. It wasn’t Carl Leben. Because she loves Sophia, it was not for Karl Leben, who had instigated Sophia’s arms and legs to be cut off in order to have her.
Carl Reven, who ordered the demons to cut off Sofia’s arms and legs while being worried that the demons might rape Sophia or touch her important parts, whether by mistake or whatever, could understand.
How can you be happy that Sophia’s arms and legs are cut off? How can you be happy when someone you love is suffering?
I just wanted to have Sophia. Even if Sophia suffers, she just wants her to suffer in his arms. He just wanted to make Sophia completely dependent.
Sophia was also the same as Carl Leben, only in a different way. What crazy person likes cutting off his own arms and legs? Self-harm may be acceptable. Because there are people who enjoy suffering. However, the anxiety and discomfort that comes from bodily defects are not at that level.
Carl’s cock spewed cum into Sophia’s face. Sophia opened her mouth, and with her left arm she swept the semen that hadn’t entered her mouth and scooped it up into her mouth. “Mas- come on,” Sophia says, showing the semen in her mouth. Gulp. Sofia Swallows Cum Carl’s cock was still able to ejaculate one more time. This time he pierces Sofia’s pussy. Sophia lets out a strange moan again.
“Tell me more precisely. Why did you cut it What did it have to do with loving me and cutting off my arms and legs? I’ll cut it if you tell me. Come on.”
Sophia smiles and looks at her knife. The pain felt like madness in her severed area, and just as much pleasure came from her cunt. But those physical things were just fine. Carl’s eyes were looking at him.
Carl was excited. Carl was delighted. Carl laughed contortedly, but Sophia knew it was the smile Carl displayed when he was truly happy. Wedding day. It’s the smile she had when she handed her ring to Sofia.
As a wife, what could be more delightful than seeing her husband happy?
“If I had no arms and legs, oops, Carl would watch over me longer. Black. I won’t take my eyes off you even for a moment. Because he’ll always hold me tightly – hee-ssm, hhhhh!”
Ah-!
Carl held Sophia’s right arm high. Sofia’s body rose in tandem, her moist eyes and her knife’s intense gaze bizarrely intertwined in the air. If sex is possible just by looking at each other, then in that moment, the two’s gazes were intertwined as if they were raping each other.
“Then, will you forgive me for this too? My lovely saintess.”
“Cowardly, heuh, yes, yes he, forgive, I will forgive-! Come on, come on, cut it!”
The pain lasted only a moment. It stopped bleeding at the same time as it was cut off. There was a pop, and Sophia’s slightly lifted body fell onto her bed. Sofia fell on her bed, and the next moment her back bounced and bent like a bow.
Carl ejaculated almost as if he were being duped by the pressure inside Sophia’s vagina, which was tightening more intensely than at any other moment. Carl’s hand gently ran across Sophia’s body. Sophia’s cunt and her body were flushed red. Even when she pulled out her cock, perhaps because of the aftermath of her previous actions, it was sticky. Pong sounds.
Sophia’s insides tightened as hard as she could, then slowly loosened as her semen filled inside her, because Sophia shook her body several times and ended up fainting.
Carl used Sophia’s stunned mouth to clean the cock after using it.
“Haum… “
Even as she passed out, Sophia’s mouth gently accepted Carl’s cock.
Sofia’s body, lying with her legs spread, is so erotic. In particular, the cuteness of the erect bumps and puffy pussy is indescribable. Carl rummaged around the room, found something, grabbed Sophia’s clit, and said,
“Even if you don’t have limbs, you have to wear a ring. Sadly. We’re married. Right, honey?”
Sophia, who came to her senses belatedly, stared blankly at the small gold ring hanging from her cunt.
“…Private?”
On the ring, the phrase ‘Karl Leben’s exclusive pussy’ was engraved in small letters.
… Of course, Sophia, who couldn’t take out the ring because she had no arms or legs, couldn’t confirm the phrase properly.
*
To be honest, it was a bit unreasonable to say that I completely understood Carl’s actions and his actions, even though I had forgiven him and embraced him with love. However, even if he didn’t understand, he didn’t change his liking, and he was willing to forgive him no matter what he did, so he just moved on. It is true that he never understood how he could do such a thing to someone he loved.
However, now I know.
“Oh~”
“Eat it with your own hands. Damned saintly bitch.”
“Kal is too much! I have no hands or feet?”
“You cut it bitch.”
“I could have eaten if I only had my right arm… “
“You crazy bitch asking me to cut it.”
“So you won’t feed me? Huh? I have no limbs… If you don’t have a knife, you’ll starve to death… “
Carl just wanted to have himself. She didn’t bother with the knife, just as Sophia did it because she just wanted to have it.
“Hey. After, it was. When are you going to heal your limbs?”
“Hmm… Well? Even if you treat it, you won’t cut it again soon~ Uh, but why are you giving me sherbet already?”
“She feels sorry for the goddess who lived believing that this was a saint.”
“Is that blasphemy?”
“You cursed.”
“That is blasphemy!”
“… “
Carl got up from the seat next to Sophia and went to stand in front of Sophia. Set the table slightly aside. As Sofia slurped sherbet up her cheeks, she spoke sloppily.
“Ah! Eichcream Kich? No, is it a sherbet kiss?”
“No. Sherbet Fella.”
“Eh.”
Carl smiles. Carl’s lips approached the disappointed Sophia’s lips. While eating, Sophia, who had been closing her eyes while sighing inwardly at the pitiful situation called fellatio, opened her eyes in surprise. Sophia smiles at Carl’s mischievous eye smile.
A man who kneels down and kisses a woman who has no arms or legs. If people who don’t know the details of the story see it, it would be a moving cut.
Sophia smiles softly at that thought. She slowly gives Carl a cold sherbet and hot lips.
The two kissed for a while.
*
That’s the end of the story, after all.
After killing the demon king and knowing each other’s true feelings, the saintess and the thief lived happily ever after.
You may be a bit puzzled, but the standard of happiness is different for each person!
“Ay what is that! The ending sucks!”
“Yeah, Mom thinks so too.”
At her child’s whining, Sophia smiled quietly as she closed her storybook.
There were small scars on both of her elbows. Like a cutting line.
Gulp. Swallow her saliva Sophia said in a soft voice as she sorted through her storybook.
“Didn’t you say you wanted a brother? Sleep over at a friend’s house tonight.”
“Uh? Really? Oh yea!”
“It’s been a long time today… ”
The days are cold. Winter is coming. I think it’s time to get out a new blanket. A new duvet dyed red.
WTF
Wow