Chapter 545 – Side Story – First Night
First night.
Everyone knows how many dreams and hopes are contained in this one short word.
… One problem is that not everyone here is on their first night. Haven’t we been together for a while now?
“It’s my first night.”
“Oh!”
Tarla, still wearing the wedding dress she wore at her wedding, glared at me.
What a mistake on my part for which there is no room for excuses. Tarla’s sharp eyes open languidly, and a gloomy shadow is drawn over her dull ruby colored eyes.
“… “Can I call today my first night?”
Tarla’s body trembled slightly. She is not simply dissatisfied with being left behind. She said she came from a fundamental sense of self-destruction that she had.
“Yandel. It’s a shame to say it now, but is it really okay for me to be your wife? ?”
“It’s really such a bad thing to say now. “You’ve already finished your wedding in front of so many people and gods?”
“You know that’s not true. Yandel almost died because of me.”
“And I survived thanks to you.”
“I am different from the Carla of this world. It’s just a memory and it doesn’t really happen, but…”
Tarla is unable to continue her words. She was probably thinking about what happened after she was sold into slavery.
However, she is not afraid of what happened at that time. I would have gotten over the fear a long time ago. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to kill the Marquis of Cyprus.
What Tarla fears is something else.
“Is it even possible to be this happy, as if dying and coming back to life isn’t enough…? ?”
She opened her subspace pouch at Tarla’s anxious look. She was originally going to give it to her later, but she has to take it out now.
A glass bead containing a blue lily. After Tarla died. She was made from flowers that had fallen on the spot.
“Tarla. You know the language of this flower, right? “Because it is also a symbol of the Lindelheit family.”
“Chastity and devotion…”
“Which of them do you lack right now?”
Tarla was a virgin to the end, she never gave her heart to anyone else but me, and when she died, she died sacrificing herself for me.
“She said she wanted to be like this lily? It’s the language of a flower that blooms just for one person. … “Is there anything different about you now?”
“Yeah…”
Tarla shook her head before she could say anything.
“No. I don’t think there’s any difference. And it will always be that way.”
“Yes?”
Tarla, perplexed, placed the bead in her hand and slowly extended her hand towards her. Stroking her hair, tickling her forehead, cupping her cheek and playing with her lips with his thumb.
“I was the one who refined you into a soul, which was just information from another world line. I am the one who created the body I have today. “Do you understand what I mean?”
“I don’t know… ?”
Tarla, bewildered, put her finger into her mouth. At first, Tarla gritted her teeth and refused to give way, but when she tapped the door as if knocking, she slowly opened it.
Taking advantage of that opportunity, he quickly grabbed Tarla’s tongue and pulled it out of her. So that she can’t make any objections.
Tarla sticks out her tongue with an expression that makes no sense to her. She pressed her forehead against each other and whispered at a close range.
“From your head to your toes. “It means that everything is mine, not just the little hair, but every drop of blood and the last piece of soul.”
“Nehe?”
Even in my opinion, it’s a pretty dull line. But for Tarla right now, this is just fine.
“Tarla, no matter what you think, you are a flower that bloomed only for me.”
“… Ah.”
Tarla let out a short exclamation. Soon, her stiff eyelids relax and she returns to her usual appearance.
Letting go of her tongue, Tarla, who only then regained her freedom, opened her mouth with a slightly excited voice.
“It’s difficult. I was already Yandel’s woman. So? What are you going to do to me now? No, it doesn’t matter what happens. “I can’t disobey and I don’t want to.”
“First stick her tongue out again.”
“Yes?”
“Tongue. “Hold it out.”
Tarla sticks out her tongue with a tremor of subtle anticipation as she repeats it with a somewhat forced air.
She smiled brightly at her.
“You can’t move until I say you can?”
“…”
She didn’t even nod her head, and she didn’t even reply. She looks really still and still.
The only thing that moves is a drop of saliva dripping down a bright red tongue.
A drop of saliva landed on her chest, leaving a small stain on her wedding dress, and at the same time, she brought her head closer.
Chureup.
From here too, she stretched out her tongue and flicked Tarla’s tongue. A lump of flesh tangling outside of her mouth rather than inside.
She might have flinched at the rather explicit play, but Tarla didn’t move an inch as she told her.
As she slowly lowered her head, I saw Tarla with her eyes closed, her tongue sticking out and her drool dripping, which she did not know was mine or her own.
She gently stroked the underside of her chin and opened her mouth.
“Good job. “It’s okay to stick your tongue in now.”
“… “Huh.”
As if she had been holding her breath all this time, Tarla exhaled a large amount of air and curled her tongue. She glared at me.
It may no longer contain the power of ugly prosperity, but its gaze is strangely lustful.
“Just now.”
“Huh?”
“I just… I mean the chin. “Did you do the same thing to me as you did to Carla?”
“Ah. That’s right. “I guess you followed your habits. Did you dislike it?”
“… “I didn’t like it, but I liked it.”
As I wait quietly to see what she is talking about, she belatedly adds her further explanation.
“It was nice that you weren’t just saying empty words and that you would cherish me like another me, but I didn’t like it because it felt like you were thinking of someone other than me when you looked at me.”
“It’s complicated.”
It’s the same face, just a different atmosphere, and it’s not easy to take a different attitude since the same person actually went through different things.
However, Tarla must have sensed my thoughts as she continued her words with a bright look in her eyes.
“Even if you know it, it won’t work out. I understand. So from now on, I will clearly tell you the difference between me and the other me.”
“Oh?”
Rising expectations. Tarla took a step behind her and spread her arms wide.
It was a fairly defenseless posture, and at the same time, it was a posture that emphasized the pure white wedding dress.
“Please take it off.”
“Of course it will, but… “Didn’t you feel like I was leading just now?”
“Hehe. Did that bother you? All right. I am yours. So, this time too, Yandel does whatever he wants. “What do you want me to do for you?”
Tarla smiled faintly and turned her spread arms to put her back on her back. She naturally leaned her body forward, creating a posture that emphasized her breasts.
… Come to think of it, Tarla’s body was slightly customized to reflect my taste and her own taste.
She gulped her saliva without realizing it at the difference that could be seen even through her clothes. I feel like taking it off right away and comparing it to Carla, but I can’t.
It’s not simply because I’m concerned about the request to take it off that Tarla mentioned a little while ago. It was a slightly more important reason.
“It would be a waste to take off the wedding dress…”
Yes. Today is the first night of a once-in-a-lifetime honeymoon. If you want to wear a wedding dress, you can wear it any time, but if it’s not today, its meaning will fade.
As I was thinking about it for a while, Tarla came up to me and gently stroked my cheek.
Strangely sticky hand movements. The tickling sensation of grazing my skin makes me nervous.
“Why are you so worried? It’s simple, right? “You just have to tear it up.”
“What? “But is it okay if it’s a wedding dress?”
“Huh? What does it matter? Flowers that are already in your hands. “A wedding dress is ultimately just packaging to be taken off of you.”
“… !”
Is it genius?
A pure white dress that symbolizes purity. She stretched out her hand towards Tarla’s swollen chest.
Malkan.
The soft feel of her hand. Similar to Carla, but different. I have the urge to throw away this scratchy cloth right now.
Indeed. Did you say packaging? This is a very accurate expression. And I’m probably just a kid who can’t wait to open the package.
When I took a quick look at Tarla’s expression, I saw that she was no different from the first time.
Her dull ruby-colored eyes were giving off a languid luster, and there was a faint, incomprehensible smile drawn at the corner of her mouth. As if telling you to hurry up and open a present.
There is nothing to hesitate about anymore. Isn’t it just as Tarla said? If a wedding dress is a garment that symbolizes purity, today Tarla will lose that purity to me, so it is as if it exists to be torn apart.
Tarla grabbed her chest and gave it strength.
Sigh-!
A piece of cloth torn with a cool sound. Her breasts revealed in them were definitely different.
“Huh.”
It does not show overwhelming majesty like Fei. It is not as beautiful as a work of art like blue, nor is it overflowing with color like Iona.
In some ways, it seems like the size has been increased in some way… No.
I can’t explain it in words, but the size and shape. At least the color of the nipples and the blood vessels visible through the transparent skin keep attracting attention.
Okay. This is just a heart attack that hits my taste straight.
For a while, I just stared at Tarla’s chest. Now that she had had enough of her appreciation, she stretched out her hand to touch it.
No, rather than touching it, it would be more accurate to say that I wanted to put it in her hands.
Because now, I am burning not only my sexual desire but also my possessive desire.
“Huh…”
But before her hand could even touch it, a small moan was heard. Raising her gaze, there was Tarla there, her face flushed with ecstasy.
“I can’t believe Yandel is so obsessed with me… “This feels better than I thought.”
Far behind. Karla, standing a little distance away so as not to disturb her first experience with Tarla, nodded her head in understanding.
… It’s only in situations like this that it’s really good.