Rich platinum-coloured hair spread across the sheets. Ever since she was born, it must not have been cut. It was long enough to hide her entire body.
Luciano somehow wrapped it around his finger and fiddled with it, but then he sat up, stripped off her blanket, and looked at her as she slept. Her skin, which had never been exposed to the radiation of the sun, was a perfect white. Her breasts were. Plump and full for such a delicate, slender body, but her frame did not seem to have been fully matured yet. Her untrained, muscle-less, and fleshless limbs had no sense of life at all. It made him wonder how she had lived her life.
His late sister, Mileia, had called Luciano a fairy, but he thought Alana was the true fairy. She was alive but dead. Or rather, she felt dead but was alive. It was a mystery to Luciano why he was lustful for this sixteen-year-old girl. He never got it up unless he killed a person, but yesterday that had ended as soon as he had penetrated her.
Not only that, now his head felt light as if a thick fog had cleared up. His long-standing headaches and fatigue, which had plagued him for years, disappeared without a trace.
He took her hand. It was a small hand. Her skin was soft, and her nails were in good condition. She probably had never touched anything dirty. It was a hand that did not make him feel troubled. But her joints were rigid and stiff. Luciano remembered her talking about her hand. He licked her palm and ran his tongue over each of her fingers.
──It’s okay if it gets dirty.
Luciano guided her hands to his own genitals. Gently, he made her innocent hands squeeze him. But the sleeping Alana was of course, unaware. Her motionless hands were frustrating and made the back of his hips tingled.
He covered Alana and rubbed her breasts, licking her pointed tip and sucked at it noisily.
As he devoured her in secret, he ran his hand over her private parts, which were still wet with yesterday’s residue.
He was disgusted by a woman’s genitals, but still, he raised her up onto both her knees and spread her wide open. He traced her thin hair and thought to shave it because the fluffiness was distracting. When he opened her thighs, from left to right, something spilled out.
The cloudiness was scooped up with his thumb, and he pushed it back into her hole to cover it. As he held her down, he noticed a small pale pink bud on top of her. He sucked on it without hesitation and rolled it like her nipples.
Luciano felt his own crotch become hot. Although she was asleep, his member was immediately inserted. After all, her vagina fit nicely to his shape. She was slammed as if he had been welcomed with open arms and squeezed down on him, urging him to ejaculate.
Whilst he moved his hips vigorously, he told himself.
──It’s merely lust. I’m holding you merely because it’s lust, and until I get tired of it.
He would get bored of her quickly after embracing her, he told himself. As he reached her inner depths, Alana squeezed tightly down on the sword gouging at her.
Pleasure erupted. His skin tingled and his hair stood on end.
His genitals, which had swollen to her limits, pulsated and heat burst out. He closed his violet eyes as he soaked in the sensuality. In his mind’s eye, he saw his family in the past.
──Father, mother, Mileia … I won’t, not forget. I will remember that scene, the sadness, humiliation, anger.
Luciano put both his hands on her thin neck. She would die as soon as he put pressure into his grip. It was easy. However, he could not put any strength into it.
He just could not bring himself to do it. He clenched his teeth tightly. A thought came to him: even at such a time, she should not be embracing her. He put his hand on the sheet, crumpling it under his grip.
This was a betrayal to his family; to his homeland.
He shook his head.
However, he could not suppress himself. Luciano subconsciously muttered to himself forlornly.
‘Why do you have to be Armenian?’
Rich platinum-coloured hair spread across the sheets. Ever since she was born, it must not have been cut. It was long enough to hide her entire body.
Luciano somehow wrapped it around his finger and fiddled with it, but then he sat up, stripped off her blanket, and looked at her as she slept. Her skin, which had never been exposed to the radiation of the sun, was a perfect white. Her breasts were. Plump and full for such a delicate, slender body, but her frame did not seem to have been fully matured yet. Her untrained, muscle-less, and fleshless limbs had no sense of life at all. It made him wonder how she had lived her life.
His late sister, Mileia, had called Luciano a fairy, but he thought Alana was the true fairy. She was alive but dead. Or rather, she felt dead but was alive. It was a mystery to Luciano why he was lustful for this sixteen-year-old girl. He never got it up unless he killed a person, but yesterday that had ended as soon as he had penetrated her.
Not only that, now his head felt light as if a thick fog had cleared up. His long-standing headaches and fatigue, which had plagued him for years, disappeared without a trace.
He took her hand. It was a small hand. Her skin was soft, and her nails were in good condition. She probably had never touched anything dirty. It was a hand that did not make him feel troubled. But her joints were rigid and stiff. Luciano remembered her talking about her hand. He licked her palm and ran his tongue over each of her fingers.
──It’s okay if it gets dirty.
Luciano guided her hands to his own genitals. Gently, he made her innocent hands squeeze him. But the sleeping Alana was of course, unaware. Her motionless hands were frustrating and made the back of his hips tingled.
He covered Alana and rubbed her breasts, licking her pointed tip and sucked at it noisily.
As he devoured her in secret, he ran his hand over her private parts, which were still wet with yesterday’s residue.
He was disgusted by a woman’s genitals, but still, he raised her up onto both her knees and spread her wide open. He traced her thin hair and thought to shave it because the fluffiness was distracting. When he opened her thighs, from left to right, something spilled out.
The cloudiness was scooped up with his thumb, and he pushed it back into her hole to cover it. As he held her down, he noticed a small pale pink bud on top of her. He sucked on it without hesitation and rolled it like her nipples.
Luciano felt his own crotch become hot. Although she was asleep, his member was immediately inserted. After all, her vagina fit nicely to his shape. She was slammed as if he had been welcomed with open arms and squeezed down on him, urging him to ejaculate.
Whilst he moved his hips vigorously, he told himself.
──It’s merely lust. I’m holding you merely because it’s lust, and until I get tired of it.
He would get bored of her quickly after embracing her, he told himself. As he reached her inner depths, Alana squeezed tightly down on the sword gouging at her.
Pleasure erupted. His skin tingled and his hair stood on end.
His genitals, which had swollen to her limits, pulsated and heat burst out. He closed his violet eyes as he soaked in the sensuality. In his mind’s eye, he saw his family in the past.
──Father, mother, Mileia … I won’t, not forget. I will remember that scene, the sadness, humiliation, anger.
Luciano put both his hands on her thin neck. She would die as soon as he put pressure into his grip. It was easy. However, he could not put any strength into it.
He just could not bring himself to do it. He clenched his teeth tightly. A thought came to him: even at such a time, she should not be embracing her. He put his hand on the sheet, crumpling it under his grip.
This was a betrayal to his family; to his homeland.
He shook his head.
However, he could not suppress himself. Luciano subconsciously muttered to himself forlornly.
‘Why do you have to be Armenian?’
