Else's clean face was reddening. Sibyl glared at her, distorted by lust. The woman who held him with her small hands as if he were precious gave him a dizzying sensation. Else was a woman who followed along faithfully as she was taught. As much as she had adapted to him for two years, her throat had also become long enough to fit his.
"Ha..."
A chill ran down his spine. His knees shook from the soft, concave touch. His twisted lips muttered a small curse. Else trembled and dropped the hand that had been wrapping around him. Sibyl murmured softly, “Hold on again.” Else moved cautiously again at his words.
Then she rubbed diligently. The thrill wrapped around his toes. Her beautiful face was incomparably obscene and stimulating. He looked down at the pale white body that shook every time she moved her head.
Whenever a man and a woman met, Else would always follow his words without a moment's hesitation. She was called a violent tyrant, a woman with a sense of duty. In the end, she was a girl who had grown up with a lack of affection. Else, who was getting angry, let out a cough.
Sibyl, who had half-relieved his fever with the slippery sensation, cleaned up the bottom. He grabbed Else, who was about to fall backward, and patted her on the back. Else was naturally fragile. Because the Viscount and his wife had neglected their daughter who was born before she could even finish her term, Else was already sickly as she grew up, and her sensitive nerves became even more sharp, causing her to suffer from a fever even with the slightest shock.
“More, more can be added...”
“Easy...”
He patted the back of the woman who asked him to do it even though it was so much that it hurt her mucous membrane. Whenever her gentle eyes, red from lack, were attached to him like this, he wondered what would happen to her head. It was pitiful and lovely. It was enough to make him want to chew on it. In the end, he fell for this Else. He had no choice but to admit it. He had pathetically tormented her. The corners of his eyes were distorted.
Under the balcony where Else could see. It was his intention to use Liena to provoke her. It was also his plan to force Else into going wild in that way. He often provoked Elze in that way. Pushing her so hard that she would scratch inside until there was no bottom left... Enjoying the pleasure of that reaction...
Even though he knew that Else was going to be ruined in some way. Even though he knew how her fragile body, unable to overcome even his anger, would be torn apart...
“Do you hate it when I treat you harshly?”
Else, who would scratch and hit with her nails, but couldn't overcome her fever and would lie in bed the next day. She was a woman who would get angry even if he was in the same space as another woman. He didn't know what would happen if he got on another woman.
In her words, she would swear that she would kill herself in front of him, so it could be that way. And Sibyl liked the way this sandy woman swore and loved him so obsessively. Every time she trembled in anger, a strange pleasure consumed him.
"Huh."
Else, who had responded, lifted her finger and rubbed his straight eyebrows. Sybil took her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed her with a soft kiss and then pressed his lips to her nose. Else closed her eyes and hugged his thick chest. Her head hit the pillow. She wanted to talk. It was time to talk.
“Ian.”
"Yes."
"Sorry."
Sibyl, who had been caressing her smooth skin, looked at her. The harsh glare had completely softened. Else couldn't tell if it was because of her skin or because of her actions just now. However, Ian, who was so gentle and affectionate to her, was so precious.
In the long, long indifference, affection was very short. Else thought about how to make that time pass slowly. What could she say to make Ian affectionate? It seemed that if Ian became affectionate, Else would be able to improve a little more.
She can't guarantee that this eccentric personality will improve until the day she dies, so she thinks she might become a slightly better person. Then, wouldn't it be possible to give Ian some more time to be free?
“Where the King lives.”
"Ha..."
A chill ran down his spine. His knees shook from the soft, concave touch. His twisted lips muttered a small curse. Else trembled and dropped the hand that had been wrapping around him. Sibyl murmured softly, “Hold on again.” Else moved cautiously again at his words.
Then she rubbed diligently. The thrill wrapped around his toes. Her beautiful face was incomparably obscene and stimulating. He looked down at the pale white body that shook every time she moved her head.
Whenever a man and a woman met, Else would always follow his words without a moment's hesitation. She was called a violent tyrant, a woman with a sense of duty. In the end, she was a girl who had grown up with a lack of affection. Else, who was getting angry, let out a cough.
Sibyl, who had half-relieved his fever with the slippery sensation, cleaned up the bottom. He grabbed Else, who was about to fall backward, and patted her on the back. Else was naturally fragile. Because the Viscount and his wife had neglected their daughter who was born before she could even finish her term, Else was already sickly as she grew up, and her sensitive nerves became even more sharp, causing her to suffer from a fever even with the slightest shock.
“More, more can be added...”
“Easy...”
He patted the back of the woman who asked him to do it even though it was so much that it hurt her mucous membrane. Whenever her gentle eyes, red from lack, were attached to him like this, he wondered what would happen to her head. It was pitiful and lovely. It was enough to make him want to chew on it. In the end, he fell for this Else. He had no choice but to admit it. He had pathetically tormented her. The corners of his eyes were distorted.
Under the balcony where Else could see. It was his intention to use Liena to provoke her. It was also his plan to force Else into going wild in that way. He often provoked Elze in that way. Pushing her so hard that she would scratch inside until there was no bottom left... Enjoying the pleasure of that reaction...
Even though he knew that Else was going to be ruined in some way. Even though he knew how her fragile body, unable to overcome even his anger, would be torn apart...
“Do you hate it when I treat you harshly?”
Else, who would scratch and hit with her nails, but couldn't overcome her fever and would lie in bed the next day. She was a woman who would get angry even if he was in the same space as another woman. He didn't know what would happen if he got on another woman.
In her words, she would swear that she would kill herself in front of him, so it could be that way. And Sibyl liked the way this sandy woman swore and loved him so obsessively. Every time she trembled in anger, a strange pleasure consumed him.
"Huh."
Else, who had responded, lifted her finger and rubbed his straight eyebrows. Sybil took her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed her with a soft kiss and then pressed his lips to her nose. Else closed her eyes and hugged his thick chest. Her head hit the pillow. She wanted to talk. It was time to talk.
“Ian.”
"Yes."
"Sorry."
Sibyl, who had been caressing her smooth skin, looked at her. The harsh glare had completely softened. Else couldn't tell if it was because of her skin or because of her actions just now. However, Ian, who was so gentle and affectionate to her, was so precious.
In the long, long indifference, affection was very short. Else thought about how to make that time pass slowly. What could she say to make Ian affectionate? It seemed that if Ian became affectionate, Else would be able to improve a little more.
She can't guarantee that this eccentric personality will improve until the day she dies, so she thinks she might become a slightly better person. Then, wouldn't it be possible to give Ian some more time to be free?
Else always looked forward to that moment. The moment when she handed over a large amount of gold coins that she would not envy and said thank you for everything. At that moment, Ian's cold gaze was touched by her kindness and turned into a warmth that the world had never seen before, and the old hatred disappeared without a trace. Else looked forward to that moment. For just once, Ian would put away his coldness and look at her warmly.
“I’m really, really sorry.”
Sibyl, who had been stimulating her nipples, stared at her with indifferent eyes. The feeling of her skin being wrapped around his fingers made her feel hot again. Should he end it with her breasts? It was the moment when he was contemplating whether to relieve it by putting it between his thighs. Else was about to say something. Part of her, awakened by his touch that was so good it was dizzying, touched her lower abdomen.
“Can’t I tell you more about this later?”
"...Uh?"
“It’s urgent.”
He was already between her thighs. The place where he had been worked the night before was bruised, and the area below her collarbone was being rubbed with hia hand. Else pursed her lips. She looked up at him with her eyes full of things to say, then quickly turned her head away. Sybil narrowed his eyebrows at her.
“What do you want to say?”
“...”
“Else.”
Sibyl called her. It wasn't 'Miss.' Else's heart pounded. Sometimes, when they were alone, he would call Else's name. It would be nice if he called her affectionately more often. Else didn't show it. If she blushed and showed it, it seemed like he wouldn't call her by her name anymore.
But he was languid and eccentric, looking down at her obliquely and forming 'Else' with the tip of his tongue, and he was beyond compare. She vaguely felt that he was not born or raised in this area, but sometimes when he called 'Else', the stress and intonation he used resembled a northern accent, and it felt exotic.
“Is the North your hometown?”
Sibyl, who was rounding the flesh that was sticking out, looked down at her. The sensation of rubbing against the cross-section of her thigh made the painful spot tingle. She left the feeling of tingling and drew a picture of a city in the far north. In fact, she had never been to any city in the north. Else had never even properly toured the castle walls of this small castle, let alone the north. Else had always thought that this small bedroom, this dark room, was her whole world. She dropped her gaze and looked down at what had touched her.
Sibyl, with his pale face, finally lowered his head. Else looked at the man devouring her flesh. The sensitive area was sucked into his red lips.
“Ugh...”
Else let out a thin nasal sound and tousled hia black hair. A tingling sensation ran down her toes as if her flesh had been bitten by the fangs. Unlike her swollen lower body, the deeply hidden area began to tickle and ache. Else tilted her head back, twitching. His long hand grabbed the other hand. Her milky white, soft flesh turned red. Else clung to his chest with difficulty and twitched. Her pelvis twisted and her back bent.
Sibyl, who had been sucking the flesh with his tongue and making a sound, stared at the ripe face like an apple. He spat out what she had asked and placed his lips on the curved spot below her collarbone, then licked it long with hia tongue. The scent of roses and ripe peaches in full bloom under the summer sun lingered on his skin.
He looked down at Else after chewing on the soft flesh that was enough to leave a bruise. The pale, slender nape was already covered with traces of him. He ran his fingertips over the scarred collarbone and the dimples of her neck, and her swollen breasts that were like gentle hills, and pressed the pink flesh. Else whimpered and clung to him.
After kissing her round forehead, he grabbed her chest. The woman, who seemed weak and fragile, had breasts that looked like they would burst. Her pelvis below her concave waist was also different from her glass-like impression. Sybil pushed away the long hair that was disheveled over her chest and caressed it to his heart’s content.
The small, white fingers that were tangled with his black hair groped his earlobe and squished his cheek and lips. Sibyl took the finger and put it in his mouth and sucked it. How could this happen? There was only one thing that filled Sibyl's mind. There was only one thing that flooded his mind every time he climbed on top of her and spent the night. He wanted to nibble and chew every single toe until the skin was worn away. If he swallowed everything without leaving anything behind, Else would no longer exist in the world. Only he could contain her.
“The North is my home.”
Sibyl, who was relieving his desires by rubbing against her thighs, hummed softly. Else, who was holding his head and moaning in lust, looked down at him. Sibyl, who was burying his face in her chest and enjoying the touch, raised his head. A woman with no unattractive features looked down at him with eyes that could not possibly be unattractive.
Sibyl grabbed the finger he had bitten and sucked and gently stroked it. Even Else’s fingernails were pink. They were rounded into a crescent shape and shiny. Every time he saw Else’s small, straight part, his heart pounded softly.
“Where in the north...”
“I’m really, really sorry.”
Sibyl, who had been stimulating her nipples, stared at her with indifferent eyes. The feeling of her skin being wrapped around his fingers made her feel hot again. Should he end it with her breasts? It was the moment when he was contemplating whether to relieve it by putting it between his thighs. Else was about to say something. Part of her, awakened by his touch that was so good it was dizzying, touched her lower abdomen.
“Can’t I tell you more about this later?”
"...Uh?"
“It’s urgent.”
He was already between her thighs. The place where he had been worked the night before was bruised, and the area below her collarbone was being rubbed with hia hand. Else pursed her lips. She looked up at him with her eyes full of things to say, then quickly turned her head away. Sybil narrowed his eyebrows at her.
“What do you want to say?”
“...”
“Else.”
Sibyl called her. It wasn't 'Miss.' Else's heart pounded. Sometimes, when they were alone, he would call Else's name. It would be nice if he called her affectionately more often. Else didn't show it. If she blushed and showed it, it seemed like he wouldn't call her by her name anymore.
But he was languid and eccentric, looking down at her obliquely and forming 'Else' with the tip of his tongue, and he was beyond compare. She vaguely felt that he was not born or raised in this area, but sometimes when he called 'Else', the stress and intonation he used resembled a northern accent, and it felt exotic.
“Is the North your hometown?”
Sibyl, who was rounding the flesh that was sticking out, looked down at her. The sensation of rubbing against the cross-section of her thigh made the painful spot tingle. She left the feeling of tingling and drew a picture of a city in the far north. In fact, she had never been to any city in the north. Else had never even properly toured the castle walls of this small castle, let alone the north. Else had always thought that this small bedroom, this dark room, was her whole world. She dropped her gaze and looked down at what had touched her.
Sibyl, with his pale face, finally lowered his head. Else looked at the man devouring her flesh. The sensitive area was sucked into his red lips.
“Ugh...”
Else let out a thin nasal sound and tousled hia black hair. A tingling sensation ran down her toes as if her flesh had been bitten by the fangs. Unlike her swollen lower body, the deeply hidden area began to tickle and ache. Else tilted her head back, twitching. His long hand grabbed the other hand. Her milky white, soft flesh turned red. Else clung to his chest with difficulty and twitched. Her pelvis twisted and her back bent.
Sibyl, who had been sucking the flesh with his tongue and making a sound, stared at the ripe face like an apple. He spat out what she had asked and placed his lips on the curved spot below her collarbone, then licked it long with hia tongue. The scent of roses and ripe peaches in full bloom under the summer sun lingered on his skin.
He looked down at Else after chewing on the soft flesh that was enough to leave a bruise. The pale, slender nape was already covered with traces of him. He ran his fingertips over the scarred collarbone and the dimples of her neck, and her swollen breasts that were like gentle hills, and pressed the pink flesh. Else whimpered and clung to him.
After kissing her round forehead, he grabbed her chest. The woman, who seemed weak and fragile, had breasts that looked like they would burst. Her pelvis below her concave waist was also different from her glass-like impression. Sybil pushed away the long hair that was disheveled over her chest and caressed it to his heart’s content.
The small, white fingers that were tangled with his black hair groped his earlobe and squished his cheek and lips. Sibyl took the finger and put it in his mouth and sucked it. How could this happen? There was only one thing that filled Sibyl's mind. There was only one thing that flooded his mind every time he climbed on top of her and spent the night. He wanted to nibble and chew every single toe until the skin was worn away. If he swallowed everything without leaving anything behind, Else would no longer exist in the world. Only he could contain her.
“The North is my home.”
Sibyl, who was relieving his desires by rubbing against her thighs, hummed softly. Else, who was holding his head and moaning in lust, looked down at him. Sibyl, who was burying his face in her chest and enjoying the touch, raised his head. A woman with no unattractive features looked down at him with eyes that could not possibly be unattractive.
Sibyl grabbed the finger he had bitten and sucked and gently stroked it. Even Else’s fingernails were pink. They were rounded into a crescent shape and shiny. Every time he saw Else’s small, straight part, his heart pounded softly.
“Where in the north...”
“Where the King lives.”
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