Chapter 204 – Wolf, Alexander, and Morbius (10)

The filthy lips that had been drinking alcohol twitched against the pig’s hair. Her wrinkled lips, which at other times would have been described as charmingly twisted, tilted in the ugliest direction and called out the elf’s name.

“Petunia.”

“Long time no see.”

There were no women in the place where the two of them were talking. The women who were freed from Wolf’s arms moved to find their own bed without any regrets, and only the two of them were facing each other in a room full of traces of love affairs and obscene odors. Petunia Titti looked at her bed with her displeased face.

Sex without love, full of lust, took place in this room.

When Wolf finished ejaculating, he pushed her pussy aside like a masturbator, erected her cock, and fucked the other woman. With mechanical movements, like a baby factory, Wolf moved his hips as he repeated ejaculation and penetration.

Wolf said as he put on his pants that had fallen to the floor.

“If I had told you, I would have treated you.”

“It’s not official. I came personally.”

At the word personal, Wolf’s eyes scanned Petunia’s body once again. Was it like this before Fabian died? At Fabian’s funeral, Petunia remembered Wolf’s heavy eyes looking at her. Back then, he wasn’t the man with the weak and shaky eyes he is now.

But after the funeral, time passed. Without Fabian or Petunia Titi, Wolf was plummeting like a cart running through a mine without brakes. When Wolf said he had come personally, he asked:

“Personally?”

Watching him hesitate to put on his pants, Petunia Titti added to her disappointment. He was broken In the death of his comrade and the feeling of unfulfilled loss, he was completely lost. Said Petunia Titti.

“Wolf. Calm down. You are a warrior I can’t keep living like this.”

“…Is inspiration sent? Will you stop me?”

Wolf pulled up his pants. When he belted his pants, the fat on his stomach jiggled lightly. Petunia Titi tried to find the good in him, minus the elements that disappointed her. Saggy flesh, thin muscles, hazy eyes. If all the quirks were removed from him, the existence of Hero Wolf would not remain in this room.

“Wolf. Why do you think other people stop you? Because I hate you are you bothered no. Wolf. I’m stopping you because everyone thinks of you.”

Petunia looked Wolf straight in the eyes and said. Wolf gave a skeptical look at the love that was pouring into him.

“Petunia. I know. I know that everyone thinks of me. I know Alexander genuinely cares about me. I also know that old Mobius is advising me.”

Wolf shut his mouth. He could not add much explanation for his troubled mind and exhausted body. After the death of the woman he loved, he struggled with his insecurities even though he lived with her by his side. He ejaculated deeply into the woman’s body, and the momentary satisfaction he felt only when he hugged her threw him into a sense of self-doubt as soon as the heat cooled and the excitement subsided.

Then he threw the woman he had embraced and found another woman and held her in her arms again and again. That moment when he hugs himself tightly and tells him he feels good. Only that moment was bringing him rest.

That love cannot be expressed in words. In a way, it was an obsession, similar to a sleeping habit hugging a doll.

How many girls did she change. I hugged a woman who looked similar to the one I love, and met a completely different type of woman. I also met a woman who cried and cried and clung to her saying that she really loved her.

But it was only the moment when I laid down on the bed and ejaculated.

It was just that moment when I ejaculated deep inside my body to feel that she was mine.

After that short moment, the sweat cooled and the moaning subsided, and Wolf fell back into a state of anxiety.

Wolf could not explain this to Petunia. He could only shake his head and say this.

“I know, but I cannot change. If you don’t do this, it won’t be stable.”

It wasn’t until after Fabian’s death that his strange symptoms worsened. He was more shocked by the fact that Fabian had run into the North ignoring him than by the fact that Fabian had died. The fact that the person he thought he was closest to didn’t leave a letter to him left him with questions about the past.

After Fabian, who he thought was his best friend, had left him like that, he felt like he had nothing left. Angela I love. Fabian, whom I really relied on. Wolf was too weak a human being to endure the separation of the two with his heart.

The couples who said I love them, the closest friends and family, seemed to leave without knowing it. Like the deaths of family members in Ithaca. Just like Fabian jumped on the demon. Just like women who say they love you leave him alone in bed when it’s time to go to bed.

Wolf looked at Petunia again. Tears welled up in his eyes, and his hands were shaking. Wolf stopped looking in the mirror at some point. Afraid of leaving his family and his friends, he wanted to strangle people in a stronger way.

However, people who rebelled against his words as he was losing his political position appeared, and whenever that happened, his anxiety became more and more severe, and he became more greedy for women and alcohol.

Because he falls in love with his family and only cares for his family, he loses the people’s heart, and because he loses the people’s heart, his anxiety worsens. Wolf was caught in a vicious cycle of half a year.

Said Petunia.

“You… It has changed so much The Wolf I knew wasn’t like this. He said he didn’t take care of the state affairs while taking care of his family? Your family’s corruption has reached the elven forest. Please, Wolf. Stop. Huh?”

Petunia was talking about facts. Wolf denied what she said. Wolf’s eyes twitched, and his strong hands gripped Petunia. Said Wolf.

“No… Then no. If I don’t give strength to my family, someone will eventually kill my family again. Angela. How did Angela die? Petunia.”

“Do you think someone’s death is an excuse for this? Wolf. It was really unfortunate, but everyone involved is dead. Huh? Wolf. You can do better.”

“This is the best for me. Someone should give my family strength. Petunia. Don’t say that…”

Wolf held out his hand. The moment he grabbed her delicate wrist and began to pull it, Petunia showed her reluctance.

“What, what are you doing? Let go!”

Petunia was taken aback by Wolf’s gaunt look and strong arms, and threw her body back. Standing up and widening the distance, Wolf stretched out his hand in pity. Petunia looked back and forth between her red-marked wrist and her wolf.

I was afraid.

For the first time, Petunia felt fear and bewilderment from Wolf. Her feelings of love, which she felt she could do anything for, were slowly being pushed away like her moss being swept away by her waves. Said Petunia.

“Wolf. Really, really can’t you quit? Are you going to keep going like this?

“…I can’t do that.”

It was literally. Wolf couldn’t do that. The moment Wolf put those words into his mouth, he read the disappointment in her eyes. Suddenly, Wolf felt her uneasiness overtake him that even she might leave him.

“Petunia.”

Wolf took a step forward. Petunia shook her head as she stepped back in sync with his movement. Shaking eyes and a look that seems to run away at any moment. And two legs ready to jump out as always.

Wolf shook his head. He wasn’t talking about lust. He just wanted to convey the literal meaning. He wanted someone to stay by his side. He sent all the girls to his room, so the rest of the night was to be spent with drinks. She’d rather spend her time talking to her and her crap.

Stupid stories from adventures. Stories about family. The anxiety and sadness he felt after Fabian left.

“Go to sleep. Go to sleep room… I will arrange a room for you.”

And when he finished, Wolf saw her face contort.

He shook his head with an indescribable expression, then looked at the floor, caught his breath, blinked, and even looked at the ceiling. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her face turned red.

Her breathing quickened and she bit her lip tightly.

Petunia Titi said to Wolf with a face that resembled her tears.

“…I want to go back.”

“…Petunia. That is… !”

Wolf said with an urgent face and stretched out his hand. But she turned around and ran out of the palace before Wolf could grab him. Wolf waved in the air with a blank face, then sat down on the floor again and his hand trembled.

Blinking his eyes, he tilted his head to follow the elf’s reverberation, clung to the bottle that had been rolling on the floor, and finally began to cry. Then, because I didn’t want to cry, I drank again and covered her head while lying on the floor.

There were so many reasons.

Today, I remembered Angela’s face again.

Today, I remembered that Fabian had abandoned me again.

Today, Petunia is gone.

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“…Pup…”

And Petunia, unable to walk a few steps, collapsed. Tears poured down her face, stained with anger and betrayal. The very fact that she saw her as a light woman to spend her nights with was an insult to her.

“Really… ! Real dog… ! Black… ! Whoa… !”

Dark night.

Only her starlight enveloped her, and only the soft sound of her sobs echoed in the shadows of the alley.

“I liked it… ! I really liked it… !”