Chapter 89: Tpcp 89

“Ahh!”

An incredible shock and pleasure ran down her spine. After that, Elisha could not even shut her mouth.

“Are you the same as me? Do you want to devour me like this?”

“Ugh, ah— Lucerne… … .”

His gaze was filled with such terrible possessiveness and held hers. He looked at her with the eyes of a predator.

How could she even utter that she wanted him in the slightest? Elisha felt a fearful horror running down her throat.

As if his penis penetrated her as greedily as his eyes, it reached all the way to her end, threatening to mess her up.

“It’s too deep. Ahhh… … .”

His thick pillar approaching climax, pounded in her body, swelling as if voraciously coveting her.

Puck puck!

Finally, as his cock deeply penetrated her depths, Elisha started to move her waist with his, utterly intoxicated with pleasure. She wasn’t even aware of how much time had passed or how she moved her body.

“Heh, ah!”

His upper body pressed against Elisha’s as his penis climaxed and continually spewed a cloudly liquid into her body. She orgasmed at the same time as him as he caressed her cheek.

As if he had exhausted all his energy in her stomach, he held Elisha down on the bed, exhaling only with a deep breath as he licked away her tears.

“You’re so pretty, Elisha.”

“… … .”

“And you’re the prettiest after getting drunk off me. Indeed, you are.”

Lucerne’s red eyes watched her as he smiled. Even after his penis was pulled out, Elisha trembled with a pleasure-soaked look of madness.

At the same time, she felt a strange feeling of emptiness. She looked at Lucerne with confused eyes. He pulled Elisha into an embrace. Then, promiscuously, his tongue drenched in her bodily fluid-drenched sucked and licked her tongue.

It was a sloppy, obscene kiss. Lost, Elisha frantically sucked on his tongue and hazily smiled.

‘I feel like I’m going to lose my mind doing this.’

She suddenly thought. It shouldn’t be like this.

Pieces of a torn cloak. Transparent fluids. Heated body. She tried to forget that feeling.

She should have stayed aloof with her clothes on. But when they became naked and rubbed against each other, that feeling would suddenly engulf Elisha.

She could never go back to Hell again. Instead, it was easier to escape the hell other people created without feeling regretful.

But the hell that her heart created had no solution.

She knew that now.

***

After sex, Lucerne always fed her. Sometimes it was chocolate or candy, but most of the time, it was a sweet drink. He even gave her water when it wasn’t there.

“How do you feel about your debut?”

“I do not know. I’ve never done it before.”

“It will be similar to other parties.”

“But can’t you do something about naming it ‘Winner’s Party’?”

“What can I do if your husband has never lost?”

Elisha remembered that he was an undefeated general. When she thought about it like that it was a rather humble party name.

“When the villa is built, let’s go often and rest. You said you wanted a villa in Yurif.”

“Are you really building it?”

“Of course.”

“… … Are you going to keep it in my name?”

“It’s your spoils.”

Elisha looked at Lucerne and slowly nodded. She felt like she had won more chips in a casino. Something she would lose if they didn’t divorce amicably.

Even considering that, she couldn’t help but think it was a terribly immense gift.

“Alright. Since you prepared it with care.”

“… … .”

“I’ll use it with great pleasure.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

***

“Father, father! Please come out. The day after tomorrow is the pope nominee registration period. It’s an only one-day opportunity. If we do not ascend to the papal throne this time, there really is no future for us. We need to get ready! You need to come out!”

Marco banged on the door of his father’s room. Merha lost his wits after the disgrace at the New Year’s worship service and completely shut down. He confined himself to his room and kept reciting that Risralpho had come back from the dead.

Marco, trembling at his father’s words at first, now began to suspect that Merha really had gone insane. Moreover, Merha had lost all the telegrams and evidence of contact with Risralpho.

‘How could that be?’

When he yelled that Risralpho had appeared, there was nothing in the room.

“Get out! Get out!”

Merha shouted and drove Marco away.

“Ah, I don’t know anymore. father… … .”

Marco sighed, shook his head, and left the room.