Chapter 41 – Operation (9)

Right before coming to the park, I saw a person sighing in boredom. He stared at the floor with a dry gaze as if there was nothing interesting in the world. He must be lamenting boredom, even though the most exciting play in the world is now taking place in the fountain, which is only 15 meters from him.

You can see a lot if you widen your view a little. The fleeting moment when Sofia and I looked into each other’s eyes, and Orlando’s suspiciously obedient appearance to Sophia. And Alice, who had managed to find out about a date that she had only known about a while ago, was something that she could confirm if she concentrated her mind a little.

And Sylvia, half out of her mind, was also clues she would never know.

“Huh… Black…!”

Sylvia was crying, leaning on my shoulder.

It wasn’t good to have people crowding around. The people who arrived at the park early in the morning were model students taking care of their health in the morning, or only tryst couples who came to similar conclusions were encroaching on the space of the park. We had to get out of here before these guys forgot their routine and began to creep in, watching us carefully.

I carefully grabbed Sylvia’s shoulders and moved her seat. While we were moving to the place where we had a pleasant reunion, people started working again as if there was an incident at the fountain in the park. A young couple making love in the woods started kissing, and a schoolboy who was jogging started running again.

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“Huh…! Black…! Bad guy…!”

Sobs leaked from the space that would only be filled with the sound of exultant breathing. The space that once taught her Sylvia joy has now been transformed into a space that comforts her Sylvia’s pain. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and stroked her hair and whispered.

“Are you okay. Yes. You don’t have to worry about them any more.”

“But… Really… Black… I loved… But…!”

Said I really loved you I stroked her hair and wondered if Orlando really loved her. Did the man who openly promised to defeat her until when did he really love Sylvia? I thought her Orlando’s heart was not sincere.

How can a love that lightly gives up in the face of her superficial pleasures be called love? To express this as love was an insult to true love and an error. Because true love never succumbs to the shallow pleasures that I or Sophia deliver.

“Me too, I really loved Sophia. However…”

I couldn’t speak and sobbed. My current setting was Sophia’s lover, and my current situation was a pitiful young man who was used by Sophia, who was blinded by power and money, and made fun of her body and mind. I have been moving like a plaything for this moment only, and my passive actions have brought persuasion to my crying.

“Hey… Hey…!”

A whimpering voice could be heard. Because I’ve done it a lot when I was right. The masters were satisfied and stopped beating them only when the slaves howled like beasts and clung to each other by the ankles. I was able to cry sadly enough to move the hearts of the most sadistic and heartless humans.

“Huh… Heh… Heh…!”

Grief is contagious. I cried as I scratched her heart once more. Forming a consensus that I did not know, she buried her face in my chest, and I carefully rubbed her chest, peeping at the timing to knock her down.

Even through the flowing tears, her breastbone looked thick, and the mattress looked unusually soft.

“Aaaaa…! Whoa…!”

Even when the sound of crying spreads, I can hear the sound of holding my breath as if I’m trying to hold it somehow. I held my breath several times as if I was going to hiccup, and squeezed tears while blinking at the corners of my eyes. Her rough breathing quickened, and her clothes were disorganized before she knew it.

“Huh…! Town!”

And Sylvia’s eyes looked at me with amazement. I put my hand on her back as I kissed her and kissed her.

“Ugh…! Town…!”

I continued to tangle her tongue and share her warmth. Sensing her rejection, she remembered the feeling of her own body and stopped her resistance. She sticks her tongue out, weaving it together, and parting her lips as if to show off the slack saliva.

Glossy lips and flushed cheeks. Even her swollen eyes couldn’t hide her charm. Sylvia buried her face in her chest and silently hugged me tightly. I hugged her like a wounded person and began to gently push her toward her bed.

No conversation was necessary. The rude expression of asking if it was okay to have sex right now broke the mood. We undressed as we should, and climbed onto the bed as we should. Throwing off her pretty clothes, she faced me in her underwear, and I brushed her hair, showing off my hard erect cock.

“I want to forget everything.”

Sylvia wants me to forget everything, she said. Looking straight into my eyes, she repeated those words over and over again, twitching her lips. As if to ask her to come quickly, she spread her legs and vulgarly wet the pretty underwear she said she had prepared for this day.

I put my hand in her underwear and wiped the crack. Even the skinny pubic hair was soaked in love juice. Even when she was having a hard time breaking up with her man, her body was warmed up by kissing me. I laughed, but I held back my laughter. Because now we were hugging to share our sorrow.

Like the main characters in a popular play, I was in the middle of mixing my body in anger to soothe the pain of a broken heart.

Believing it to be revenge.

“Haha…!”

The face of the woman giving the first meal shows so many different expressions.

This expression is both excited and depressed, full of confusion as you face pleasure but do not know what it is.

I loved the complicated look the woman gave me.

I knew that there were so many emotions that could not be expressed in words on her face as she let out a breath and a tear rolled down her face. Now she was like a boat tossed by the waves. After adapting to the rough movement and the piercing pain, the boat stopped by the movement of the waves and rocked her waist.

“Ah! Aang! Aaaaah!”

The water flowed, leaving bright red marks on the mattress. Sylvia hugged me tightly and cried. She bit my nape and as she vomited her breath she vomited her own love.

“Haha! Ahhh!”

Sylvia shed tears as she bit her neck. She embraced Puna again and again with her legs wide open, as if she thought that once pricked she could overlay her love.

“Ah! Aaaaagh! Ah!”

Spreading his legs, he squeezed through her narrow crevice and poked his cock into the deepest places he shouldn’t have entered. Her essence, hidden in the most secret place of a magical undergraduate, was emitting silver energy in front of my eyes.

She is a light that cannot be seen properly, covered by her body and mine. It’s a dim and feeble light, but there was her source, which she painstakingly gathered for me. The crystal that was ready to accept my magical power and be dyed in my color was shining brightly.

“Ouch! Ah! Aang! Eh, Evan…! Evan!”

Sylvia clung to me, she called my name. I wrapped my head around her and squeezed her deeper into the mattress. The bed creaked every time she lowered her waist down, and Sylvia’s moans echoed louder and louder.

“Ah! Oh no! Ah!”

A sense of elation came over me.

In order to hold on to my distant mind, she clung to my body. She wrapped her legs around me and scratched my back as if she didn’t want to miss a single seed I was giving her.

“Ah…! Ahh…! Aagh…!”

Then, pressing her deep inside and ejaculating, she pressed her breasts to me and showed off that her own nipples had become hard. I couldn’t even make the sound of gasping for breath, and I opened her mouth wide, trying to exhale while struggling several times to fully accept her pleasure.

“Ah…!”

Then, as if he had come out of a deep abyss, he let out a rough sigh and dug into the floor, then hugged me tightly with a bright face as if he had found a light in his wanderings. While making a complex expression of tears and smiles, I was rubbing my lower stomach as if I wanted to connect again.

Her crystal, dyed in my color, did not emit the bright silver light of the past and settled into a black light, and a small tattoo that only I could recognize was engraved on her belly.

I stroked her hair, kissed her on the forehead and whispered I loved her. Sylvia struggled to swallow the pain of her broken heart and expressed her deep affection for her new love that had come to her own heart.

“Ha, do you want to do it one more time?”

Because there is a saying that the more love is shared, the better it is.