Chapter 41: Operation (9)

I saw a person sighing idly just before arriving at the park. He was staring only at the ground with a dry gaze, as if there was nothing interesting in the world. Right now, even though the most interesting play in the world was unfolding at the fountain just 15 meters away from him, he was probably lamenting his boredom.

If you broaden your perspective just a little, you can see many things. Like the fleeting moment Sophia and I locked eyes, or the sight of Orland being suspiciously obedient to Sophia. And suspicious figures like myself, who managed to find out about a date Alice only just learned about and show up, were things you could confirm with just a little focus.

And these were clues that the half-out-of-her-mind Sylvia could never grasp.

“Hic… Sob…..!”

Sylvia was crying, leaning on my shoulder.

It wasn’t good for people to gather. The people who had arrived at the park early were either model students taking care of their morning health or clandestine couples reaching a similar conclusion, monopolizing the park’s space. We had to leave before they forgot about their routines, started paying close attention to us, and gradually began to crowd around.

I carefully took hold of Sylvia’s shoulder and moved us. As we moved to the place where we had been enjoying our pleasant rendezvous, the people started focusing on their own business again, as if nothing had happened at the park fountain. The young couple making love in the woods started kissing, and the jogging model student started running again.

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“Hic…! Sob…! Bad… guy….!”

Sobbing leaked out into a space that should have been filled only with breaths of ecstasy. The space that once taught Sylvia pleasure had now transformed into a place comforting her pain. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, stroked her head, and whispered,

“It’s okay. Yes. You don’t need to worry about people like that anymore.”

“But…. I really…. sob… loved him….!”

She said she truly loved him. As I stroked her head, I wondered if Orland had truly loved her. Had the man who openly declared he would conquer Sylvia by a certain time truly loved her? I didn’t think Orland’s heart was sincere.

How could you call a love, abandoned so lightly in a frenzy for shallow pleasure, love? Calling this love was a blasphemy and an error against true love. Because true love never yields to the shallow pleasures that I or Sophia provide.

“I, I really loved Sophia too. But…..”

I couldn’t continue speaking and sobbed. My current persona was Sophia’s lover, and my current situation was that of a pitiful young man used and toyed with, body and soul, by Sophia, who was blinded by power and money. I had been manipulated like a plaything solely for this moment, and my passive actions lent credibility to my tears.

“Sob….. sob….!”

I could produce sniveling sounds whenever I wanted. I had plenty of practice when getting beaten. Only when the slave wailed pitifully like a beast, clinging to their ankles, would the masters finally stop their whipping, satisfied. I could cry pitifully enough to move the hearts of even the most sadistic and heartless humans.

“Hic…. Sob… Hic…..!”

Sadness is contagious. I wailed again, stroking her heaving chest once more as emotions overwhelmed me. Forming a connection I didn’t even know existed, she buried her face in my chest, and I gently rubbed her chest, looking for the right moment to take her down.

Even through the flowing tears, her cleavage looked luscious, and the mattress seemed exceptionally plush.

“Hwaaaah….! Hic….!”

The sound of crying spread pitifully, but then came the sound of her holding her breath as if trying desperately to hold back. Like someone hiccuping, she held her breath several times, blinked, and squeezed out tears. Her ragged breaths quickened, and her clothes became disheveled without her realizing it.

“Hoo…! Mmph!”

And then Sylvia looked at me, her eyes filled with surprise. I kissed her, cupping the back of her neck with my hand.

“Mmph…! Mmph….!”

I held her tightly as she tried to push me away in surprise, her arms reaching out, and continued to tangle our tongues, sharing warmth. She, who had felt resistance, remembered the sensation of him exploring her body and stopped fighting. She stuck out her tongue, intertwining them, and pulled away as if to show off their dripping saliva.

Glossy lips and flushed cheeks. Even with her swollen eyes, her current allure couldn’t be hidden. Sylvia buried her face in my chest and hugged me tightly without a word. I, like someone wounded, hugged her back tightly and gently started pushing her towards the bed.

Conversation was unnecessary. The ungraceful question, ‘Can we have sex right now?’, would have ruined the mood. We took off our clothes as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and got onto the bed as if it were inevitable. Shedding her pretty attire, she faced me in her underwear, and I stroked her hair while revealing my hard erection.

“I want to forget everything.”

Sylvia told me she wanted to forget everything. She repeated those words several times, her lips twisting as she looked straight into my eyes. She spread her legs as if urging me to come quickly, shamelessly wetting the pretty underwear she had prepared just for this day.

I reached into her underwear and slid my fingers down the crack. Even her coarse pubic hair was soaked in her love juice. Even in her difficult moment of breaking up with her man, her body was heating up from kissing me. I felt like laughing, but held it back. Because right now, we were embracing to share our sorrow.

Just like the protagonists of some melodrama, we were having sex in a fit of passion to soothe the pain of heartbreak.

Believing it was revenge.

“Haaat….!”

The face of a woman giving herself for the first time shows such a variety of expressions. This expression, simultaneously excited yet melancholic, filled with confusion as she encounters pleasure without knowing what it is. I loved these complex expressions the woman left me with. I knew that her face, as she exhaled breath and a tear rolled down, held countless emotions that couldn’t be put into words. Right now, she was like a boat tossed by the waves. Once she adapted to the rough movements and piercing pain, she became a boat swaying its hips to the rhythm of the waves.

“Ah! Aang! Aaaat!”

Fluid flowed, leaving crimson stains on the mattress. Sylvia hugged me tightly and sobbed. She bit my neck, exhaled breath, and poured out her love.

“Haak! Aaaaah!”

She thrust her hips in the same way she had penetrated her anus multiple times, biting my neck as she shed tears. As if she believed she could overlay her love with each thrust, she opened her legs wide and accepted me again and again.

“Aaaah! Aaaaaah-euk! Ah!”

Spreading her legs, squeezing into her narrow opening, I thrust my cock into the deepest part where it shouldn’t go. Her essence, hidden in the most secret place of a magic student who wielded mana, was emitting a silvery aura before my eyes. A light barely visible, obscured by our bodies. Though faint and weak, it was her source, diligently gathered for me. The crystal, ready to accept my mana and be dyed in my color, was shining brightly.

“A-euk! Ah! Aang! E, Evan…! Evan!”

Sylvia called my name and clung to my body. I cupped her head and pushed with all my might, as if sinking deep into the mattress. Every time I thrust downwards, the bed creaked, and Sylvia’s moans grew louder.

“Aaaah! Ah-eut! Ah!”

The urge to climax washed over me. To hold onto my fading consciousness, she clung to my body. As if she didn’t want to miss a single seed I gave her, she wrapped her legs around my body and scratched my back.

“Ah…..! Aak….! Aaaah-euk…..!”

And then, pressing deep inside, I climaxed, and she pressed her chest against me, showing off her hardened nipples. Unable to even catch her breath, she gaped, struggling several times to gasp for air, wanting to fully embrace the pleasure.

“Aaaah…..!”

Then, as if emerging from a deep abyss, she let out successive, rough sighs, groping the floor, before brightly embracing me as if she had found light amidst her wandering. With a complex expression mixing tears and smiles, she rubbed her lower abdomen against my crotch, as if wanting to connect once more.

Her crystal, now dyed in my color, no longer emitted its former bright silver light but sank into a dark hue, and a small tattoo, recognizable only to me, was etched onto her lower abdomen.

I stroked her hair, kissed her forehead, and whispered that I loved her. Sylvia, trying hard to swallow the pain of heartbreak, revealed her deep affection for the new love that had come to her heart, and said this to me.

“H, How about… one more time\?”

Because they say love is better the more you share it.