Chapter 34
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Welcoming Water - 3
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What does it feel like to live as a beloved woman?
There was a time when that question twisted me up inside. A pathetic period when I stole my one and only friend's name and hovered around the man she loved, biting my nails in desperation.
So I tried to fill my arms with men's love, handfuls of it. Unlike Eli, who said she only needed a fingertip's worth of affection, I didn't even know what love was—so I hugged it all close and shoved whatever came my way into my mouth. My mouth overflowed with love until tears welled up, spilling down like rivers at my feet, yet I still threw myself at men. Because I thought that was the path to being loved.
But now it's different. Finally, I think I know what it feels like to be truly loved.
Love is locking eyes with a man who looks only at you, whispering sweet words into each other's ears.
Yes. Just like right now.
"Mm... slurp... haa..."
I never imagined someone's saliva could taste this warm and soft. Adults said your first kiss tastes like mountain strawberries found in the winter woods—precious because it's sweet, and sweet because it's precious. Though this wasn't technically my first kiss, it was my first with someone I loved, making it an overwhelmingly moving moment for me.
"Ah... aaang...!"
As our tongues intertwined in a heated embrace, his hand brushed over my wounded skin, and I parted my lips with an involuntary moan. Saliva stretched like a thread between our mouths before dripping coldly onto my nipple. He gazed at the sight and let out a sigh-tinged murmur.
"Haa... Holding a girl who's such a mess... what a pain..."
Rough words, even for Luca. A flicker of doubt rose, but it faded just as quickly. What did such a trivial question matter? Luca had come for me. After all those years of suffering, he'd come to save me.
"Mm... haang..."
Overjoyed, I deliberately rubbed my bleeding wounds against his hand while fervently caressing his neck. I licked desperately at lips that no longer kissed me back, trailed my mouth down his throat, and in a surge of possessiveness, left a mark near his Adam's apple. It was nothing special, but it felt like stamping my own seal, making my heart race twice as fast.
"You're ridiculously turned on. You like it that much?"
"Yeah... I love it..."
As I nibbled his earlobe and whispered, he pinched my nipple with one hand while the other teased below. Blood, sweat, and arousal mixed indistinguishably, drenching my thighs in sticky warmth. Each time his thick fingers plunged inside, my hips shuddered uncontrollably.
"So good... so good... haaang..."
"Haha... unbelievable. A saint, my ass. Well, I don't mind."
"Don't talk like that. Be sweet to me. Please."
"Fine, fine. Shut up and let me wet that pussy."
"Okay..."
Maybe from the years we'd spent apart, Luca's words and actions had grown rougher. But it didn't matter. It was Luca saying them. Not for Eli, but for me, Sera.
Yes. For me, not Eli.
"Ack... what the—"
That thought sent a thrill through me, and I rocked my hips to drive his fingers deeper inside. I could feel my walls clenching tight around them as they rubbed insistently. Savoring the sensation, I bucked my ass desperately.
"Haang... aa... aaaang..."
"Ugh... you're such a tight little slut. I could just shove it in right now."
"Ah... aaaang!!!"
The moment he yanked his fingers out roughly, arousal splattered down, and my back arched involuntarily. As I gasped in exhausted surrender, already at my limit, he spread my legs wide and thrust his cock inside without warning.
"Aahhhhk!!!"
Before my insides could relax, he forced his way in, sending a dull ache radiating through my waist. He'd even jammed his fingers into my wounds, turning pleasure into sharp pain. His unbelievable roughness made me sense something off, but I shook my head, denying it. It had to be part of the punishment. It just had to be.
"Ah... aaang... aaang...!"
As I steadied myself inwardly, his cock began to twitch and move inside me. I'd thought it was already fully swollen, but even buried deep, it reared up like a snake, expanding to probe even further. Gritting my teeth, I clutched his hand.
"Oh ho... I figured you'd be a worn-out whore from taking it from anyone, but no. Tight and delicious."
"Haang... ah... am I delicious?"
"Yeah, you fucking slut. Prime pussy."
"Am... am I prime? Hehe..."
His words were crude, but clearly Luca was praising me. In my delight, as I intertwined our fingers, I suddenly noticed the ring was gone from his hand. The one I knew Eli had given him. Why had he discarded it?
For a brief moment, doubt flickered across my lips, only to be replaced by a smile. Of course. Because now Luca loved me. Eli's token was no longer needed, right?
"Ah... ah... aaa...!"
"Hoo... good... yeah, this is it..."
I wrapped my legs desperately around his waist, mouth agape as moans poured out. If only I'd known sooner, I wouldn't have groveled so desperately to Eli. Even without her, Luca was mine—I didn't need to carry the burden of receiving everything she'd yielded. Because it was mine from the start.
...
If only I'd known from the beginning. We wouldn't have had to fight back then.
A wisp of guilt fogged my mind like mist. But I shook it away, clinging to him even harder.
"Ah...! I love you... I love you, Luca...!"
"Hoo... what? Doesn't matter... Squeeze tighter, you bitch!"
"Okay... okay...!"
He lifted me up, lay back on the floor, and let me ride him. Joyfully, I bounced atop him like a dancer, while he occasionally groped my breasts and chuckled.
"Haa... what a pain dragging my ass to this shithole city. But worth it."
Of course, Luca. You met me. Smiling, I took his hand on my chest and teased my nipple with him.
"Mm... ah... haang..."
"No need to thank the Ennesic Order now. Didn't meet the High Priest, but... the saint's attitude was just perfect."
He said something incomprehensible. Bewildered but trusting it was just Luca, I nodded.
"Yeah... thank you..."
"The imperial side thinks saints are just money-grubbing bullshit. But not at all. Right, slut saint?"
"Right... mm..."
"Gotta report to His Majesty just right. So I can come back. Yeah? I'll even lie to Leo for you—say Saint Sera's upholding the hero party's honor. Satisfied?"
"Of course... tell him that... to Leo. Leo...?"
A long-forgotten name stabbed into my pleasure-addled haze. My hips slowed as I stared blankly at his face.
Leo...?
Why that name here...?
"Leo...?"
"Don't you dare call his name, you filthy slut. Shake that ass."
"Huh?"
Did Luca respect Leo that much? No, it was the opposite, if anything.
"What's wrong, Luca? You used to..."
"What? Losing steam already? Fine... hup!"
Suddenly, he flipped me onto the floor and mounted me like a beast. His face loomed close before my eyes.
"Now for the real pounding. Look forward to it, slut saint."
"Saint? Why call me... aaaahhh!!!"
No gentleness remained—his hands savagely gripped my breasts. The crashing wave of pain swept away lingering pleasure, sharpening my blurred vision and mind. Only then did I clearly see the man atop me.
He wasn't Luca.
He was just another man here to violate me.
"Here... I go...!"
"What? Wait... aaaahhh!"
Realizing it wasn't Luca, my moan turned to a scream. Horrified, I tried to scramble back, but he pinned my chest tight.
"Ang! Aaang! Haaang! Hnng! Aaaang!"
"Yeah, scream nice and pretty! Like a pig!"
Drool spilled from his mouth. Less thrusting than slamming, his brutal hip movements made me thrash desperately.
"Let... let me go! Please!"
"What's with the sudden tantrum, you cunt? Oh, begging to cum inside? Fine."
"What... what did you say?"
Only then did I realize no condom covered his plunging cock. Meaning another man's seed would soon flood me—not Luca's.
"No!"
I screamed shrilly, shoving his abdomen with all my strength. But it only spurred him on, hips pistoning faster, deeper.
"Ngh... ah... that's good. So good! Yeah, more. Do more!"
"No! Stop... please! Stop!"
"Too late for regrets. Gonna fill you up—take it all. Got it?"
"Aaaahhh!"
Each twist of my body met fiercer slams, his cock trembling inside, heralding the end. Desperate now, I wailed and wept.
"No! I don't want another man's cum! Please stop! Please!!!"
I begged, writhing with all my might. Futile. My resistance only excited him more, accelerating until all I could do was brace for his release.
"Ah... ngh... aa...!"
Soon, with a gritted-teeth groan, his hips slammed deep and stilled. Then, a sharp buzz deep inside as something erupted.
And with my scream, hot semen exploded forth.
"Aa...! Aaaahhh...!!!"
"Ah... hoo... ngh..."
His climax didn't stop at once. Twice. Three times. He jerked repeatedly, pumping every drop until satisfied, then pulled out. Feeling the thick fluid ooze from me, only one thought remained.
No.
I'd let in another man—not Luca.
Even knowing he'd come back for me. Knowing everything.
I'd betrayed him again.
Then prove it.
Luca's words spun in my head. I had to prove it. Show my remorse. But instead of punishment, I'd piled on more sin. Not even a day had passed. I'd ruined everything.
"Hoo... good, saint. Real good."
This way, he might never forgive me. A slut who can't last a day without cock, who throws away chances for lust. He might abandon me.
"But I'm still raring to go. Can't end it here, right?"
I might never be loved by Luca again.
Realizing that, my body burned unbearably, eyes reddening. No. I don't want to get fucked by nameless men and pretend it's love anymore. I want to be loved too. I want to kiss Luca.
I can't live like this any longer.
Suddenly, damp hands gripped my shoulders. A sluggish, oily voice slithered from beyond.
"So. Another round?"
"No!!!"
I shrieked and flung off his hands. He stumbled back in surprise, and without hesitation, I snatched a shard of glass from the floor.
Before he could react, I jammed it into his loathsome neck.
"Aaaahhh!"
"Urk...!"
Hot blood spurted, soaking my hand sticky. Staring at me in disbelief, he collapsed without even screaming, body twitching as he spat blood. No resistance. Soon, his limbs splayed limp, head lolling.
"Aa... aaa...!"
As his head dropped, I knelt before him unthinkingly. My kneecaps slammed the hard floor, pain shivering through me. Habitually pressing my palm to my mouth, the metallic reek hit, and I doubled over coughing violently.
"Cough! Cough!"
Clink.
The glass shard slipped from my hand with a clatter. Coughing stopped, I flinched and looked.
For the first time, my blood-smeared reflection stared back from the crimson glass.
I gazed blankly at my stained self. Crimson hair and face caked with gore. Even my once-blue eyes now soaked in blood. Raising my head slowly, I saw my true self in Luca's final token.
I'd... proven it.
My reflection proved it. No matter how I hurt myself, no matter the self-punishment, my true face hadn't emerged—until now, rising in Luca's heart.
Only then did I understand. Luca's command to prove it wasn't just self-flagellation. It meant punishing not only myself, but everyone who'd hurt him. His enemies. My enemies. All of them.
Guilt transmuted to joy, a smile curling my lips. I sprang to my feet.
No need to wait two days. I'd figured it all out. Staying in this filthy room only multiplied my sins—no atonement there.
So I had to go. To Luca's side, to punish those who'd hurt him.
That was my role.