Chapter 42
Chapter 42
Ch. 42 .｡.:✧ Operation (9) ✧:.｡.
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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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Just before coming to the park, I saw a person sighing listlessly.
He was staring at the ground with a dry gaze, as if there was nothing interesting in the world.
Even though the most interesting play in the world was unfolding at the fountain just 15 meters away from him right now, he was probably lamenting his boredom.
You can see a lot if you just broaden your perspective a little.
The fleeting moment when Sophia and I made eye contact, or Orland’s surprisingly submissive attitude towards Sophia.
And a suspicious figure like me, who somehow knew about a date that even Alice had only just learned about, were things that could be confirmed with just a little bit of concentration.
And they were also clues that the half-crazed Sylvia could never know.
“Heuk… heuk…!”
Sylvia was crying, leaning on my shoulder.
It wasn’t good for a crowd to gather.
The people who had arrived at the park early were either model students taking care of their health in the morning, or clandestine couples who had reached a similar conclusion, occupying the park’s space.
We had to get out of here before they forgot their routines and started to gather, watching us carefully.
I carefully grabbed Sylvia’s shoulder and moved.
While we were moving to the place where we had our pleasant tryst, the people started to mind their own business again, as if nothing had ever happened at the park fountain.
The young couple who had been making love in the woods started to kiss, and the model student who had been jogging started to run again.
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“Heuk…! Heuk…! Bastard…!”
Sobs leaked out in a space that should have been filled only with breathless sighs of joy.
The space that had once taught Sylvia pleasure had now transformed into a space to comfort her pain.
I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, stroked her hair, and whispered.
“It’s okay. Yes. You don’t need to worry about people like that anymore.”
“But… I really… heuk… loved him…!”
She said she really loved him.
As I stroked her hair, I wondered if Orland had really loved her.
Did the man who had publicly declared that he would conquer Sylvia really love her?
I thought Orland’s feelings weren’t sincere.
How could a love that was so easily given up, driven by shallow pleasure, be called love?
To call it love was an insult to true love, and an error.
Because true love would never yield to the shallow pleasure that I or Sophia could offer.
“I… I really loved Sophia too. But…”
I couldn’t finish my sentence and sobbed.
My role now was Sophia’s lover, and my situation was that of a pitiful young man who had been used by Sophia, who was blinded by power and money, and had his body and mind completely toyed with.
I had moved like a plaything until now for this very moment, and my passive behavior was giving my tears credibility.
“Heuk… kkeuk…!”
I could produce a sniffling voice anytime.
Because I had done it a lot when I was beaten.
Only when the slave cried out pitifully like a beast and clung to their ankles did the masters feel satisfied and stop the beatings.
I could cry pitifully enough to move the hearts of the most sadistic and heartless people.
“Heuk… heuk… heuk…!”
Sadness is contagious.
I scratched at her heart, which was overflowing with emotion, once more and cried.
She buried her face in my chest, forming a bond of empathy that even I didn’t understand, and I carefully rubbed her chest, looking for the right moment to strike.
Even through her flowing tears, her cleavage looked voluptuous, and the mattress looked especially soft.
“Hwaaaaaa…! Heuk…!”
The sound of her pitiful crying spread, and then I heard her holding her breath, as if trying to hold it in.
She held her breath several times like she was hiccupping and blinked her eyes, squeezing out tears.
Her ragged breathing quickened, and her clothes were becoming disheveled without her even realizing it.
“Heuu…! Eup!”
And Sylvia’s two eyes, filled with surprise, looked at me.
I kissed her and wrapped my hand around the back of her neck.
“Euup…! Eup…!”
I forcibly held her as she stretched out her arms as if to push me away in surprise, and I continued to mix our tongues and share our warmth.
She, who had been feeling resistant, remembered the sensation that had rummaged through her body and stopped her resistance.
We stick out our tongues, entwine them, and then pull our lips apart as if to show off the trailing saliva.
Her glistening lips and flushed cheeks.
Even with her swollen eyes, her charm could not be hidden.
Sylvia buried her face in my chest and held me tightly without a word.
I, too, held her tightly as if I were a wounded person and started to gently push her towards the bed.
There was no need for conversation.
The undignified expression of asking if we could have sex right now would ruin the mood.
We took off our clothes as if it were the natural thing to do, and we got on the bed as if it were the natural thing to do.
She, who had thrown off her pretty clothes, faced me in her underwear, and I showed her my hard, erect member and stroked her hair.
“I want to forget everything.”
Sylvia told me she wanted to forget everything.
She repeated those words several times, her lips contorted as she looked straight into my eyes.
She spread her legs as if to ask me to come quickly, and the pretty underwear she said she had prepared for this day was being lewdly soaked.
I put my hand in her underwear and stroked her slit.
Even her coarse pubic hair was soaked in her wetness.
She was turned on by my kiss even in the difficult moment of breaking up with a man.
I wanted to laugh, but I held it in.
Because we were holding each other to share our sadness right now.
Because we were mixing our bodies in a fit of anger to soothe the pain of a broken heart, like the protagonists of some melodrama.
Believing that it was revenge.
“Haaat…!”
How many different expressions a woman giving her first time shows.
This expression, which is excited yet sad, and filled with confusion at not knowing what pleasure is even as she faces it.
I loved this complicated expression that women left me with.
I knew that her face, with a single tear rolling down as she exhaled, held countless emotions that could not be expressed in words.
Right now, she was like a boat tossed about by the waves.
A boat that, after getting used to the rough movements and piercing pain, would eventually stop and sway its hips in time with the waves.
“Ah! Aah! Aaaah!”
The waterway flowed, and a crimson stain was left on the mattress.
Sylvia held me tightly and whimpered.
She bit my neck, exhaled, and poured out her love.
“Haak! Aaaaaah!”
I thrust my hips in the same way I had pierced her asshole countless times, and Sylvia bit my neck and shed tears.
As if thinking she could overwrite her love for him with every thrust, she spread her legs wide and accepted me again and again.
“Aah! Aaaaaaaeuk! Ah!”
I spread her legs, squeeze through her narrow opening, and thrust my cock to the deepest place it shouldn’t go.
Her essence, hidden in the most secret place of a magic department student who handled magical power, was emitting a silver aura before my eyes.
A light that was barely visible, hidden by her body and mine.
A faint and weak light, but there was her source, which she had diligently gathered for me.
The crystal, ready to accept my magical power and be dyed in my color, was shining brightly.
“Agh! Ah! Aah! E-Evan…! Evan!”
Sylvia called my name and clung to my body.
I wrapped my arms around her head and put my strength into it, as if we were sinking deep into the mattress.
Every time I pounded my hips down, the bed creaked, and Sylvia’s moans echoed even louder.
“Aah! Ugh! Ah!”
The feeling of cumming rushed over me.
To hold on to her fading consciousness, she clung to my body.
She wrapped her legs around my body and scratched my back, as if she didn’t want to miss a single seed I gave her.
“Ah…! Aak…! Aaaaeuk…!”
And I cummed, pounding into the deepest part of her, and she pressed her chest against mine, showing off her hardened nipples.
She couldn’t even breathe properly, her mouth wide open, and she struggled several times to exhale, trying to fully accept the pleasure.
“Aaaah…!”
And then, as if emerging from a deep abyss, she let out a series of rough gasps, rummaging at the floor, and then held me tightly with a bright face, as if she had found light in her wandering.
With a complicated expression mixed with tears and a smile, she was rubbing her lower abdomen against my crotch, as if she wanted to connect again.
Her crystal, which was being dyed in my color, could no longer emit its former bright silver light and was sinking into a black light, and a tattoo in a shape that only I could recognize was being faintly engraved on her lower abdomen.
I stroked her head, kissed her forehead, and whispered that I loved her.
Sylvia, trying hard to swallow the pain of her broken heart, expressed her deep affection for the new love that had come to her heart and said to me.
“W-wanna go… one more time?”
Because there was a saying that the love only grows the more you share it.
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