Thank You For Being Trash

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“Open your eyes.
Where are you going? I told you not to move.
Look.”

Raphael kissed my back and stroked my back gently.
Raphael’s intense inner stimulation filled me with excitement enough to forget that Rewan was watching.
He then speeded up his pistoning as if he was about to climax.

Then, Raphael reached his climax.

“Kuhuugh…!”

He hugged me and took a rough breath before pulling his thing from me.
I sat and crouched down.
Raphael’s semen and love liquid ran down my thighs.
He dressed roughly and walked over to Rewan.

As time passed, as if he was whispering something to Rewan, his expression turned white.
His body trembled like an aspen tree.

A subtle emotion sprouted in that desperate and tragic sight.

…Worry?

I laughed at myself.
It was absurd that I, and not anyone else, was worried about Rewan.

Who am I? How dare I? When I made him like this…?

“…Sorry.”

Rewan came to me.
His face turned white and filled with confusion.

His face, full of strange passion and guilt, seemed to be contempt for himself.
He stroked my swollen cheeks with the back of his hand.

The stench of blood from his hand swept over the tip of my nose.
My thighs were streaked with red blood.
He brought his mouth to my entrance, which was filled with semen and love liquid, and started licking the inside with his tongue.

I grabbed his hair and shook my head in a meaningless rebellion.

I tried to close my legs, but it was still not enough.
As though the worries about Rewan had disappeared a while ago, I was excited again.
Only the strange sound of him licking my underside reached my ears.

Rewan, who had thoroughly licked my blood-stained thighs under the mess with Raphael’s semen and love liquid, lifted his head.
He was crying.

A strange feeling arose.

…What am I to you? Why are you crying?

I’m not the Arne you knew.

What would he think if he knew I was excited about this act? Did he know whom he was crying for now and for whom he was being subjected to such humiliation?

I felt bad for some reason at the way he was genuinely worried about me.
I couldn’t understand his unwavering love.
I knew the consequences of unrequited love.
It was a foolish death.
Crying and laughing for Arne, not for her but for me… I had a strange feeling.

Rewan is nothing to me.

Rewan had to be nothing to me.

* * *

Unlike the mornings of other days, today was a little noisy.

I was washed by the maids with luxurious perfume and received a full body massage.
Drowsiness poured in from the warm water and the tired feeling.
Without knowing anything, I was changed into luxurious clothes and put on makeup.

When I finished dressing up, a cool sensation touched my neck.
It was a collar with white lace that went well with the pure white clothes.
The drowsy sleep was gone.

…Today was the festival day of the Carwen Empire.

[ The festival of the Carwen Empire has begun.
It was a festival to encourage the knights who gave the victory in the war against the Kingdom of Sorano.

Unbeknownst to Arne, the festival commemorating the fall of the Kingdom of Sorano was held for a week.
On the first and last days, there were many events in which nobles participated.

The Imperial Palace, without the high-ranking nobles, including the Emperor, and the maids and attendants who helped them, was a little sluggish.

From early in the morning, Arne was decorated and treated with respect without knowing anything.
She touched the hem of her skirt, feeling awkward about herself wearing clothes for the first time in a long time.
She felt uneasy.

After finishing the opening ceremony of the festival, Distria looked at the splendidly decorated Arne.
It was a face he hadn’t seen in a long time since he had been busy preparing for the festival lately.
She unconsciously turned her head when Distria’s eyes met her.

Arne was reminded of her past when she was King, until she encountered Distria.
That thought didn’t last long, though.

“Beautiful.”

Distria gave a satisfied expression.
His eyes looking at her were ferocious as if he was looking at a product.
He slowly approached Arne and fastened the leash.
The lace collar went well with the pure white dress.

Arne gazed up at him at the cool touch on her neck.
She was so shocked that she forgot her own plight.

“Are you sane to put a leash on me?”

Although she was foolish to provoke Distria, she was the one who lived as the King of the Kingdom of Sorano for a long time.
The time given was short to adapt to reality.

“Sane? I think you are crazy.
You can’t understand the situation now.”

‘You’re a prostitute who rolls her body everywhere.’

Pulling the leash roughly, Distria whispered in Arne’s ear.
She trembled at the insult.
A terribly cold reality in which she could not do anything unfolded before her eyes.

He then pulled her collar, who had lowered her head with a blank expression.

She couldn’t resist him, so she went where he pulled her.
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