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Chapter 22
"...Alex."
I
smiled faintly and I gently rubbed his stomach muscles. Alexander lay beneath
me, staring at me through clenched teeth until his chin was sticking out. The
corners of his eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze that was only focused on me
was hot.
"......"
He
held his breath and brought his clenched hands to his lips. Every texture of
his skin that came into contact with my fingertips felt smooth yet firm. His
pen#s which was attached to the top of the navel was already leaking fluid.
I
held his pen#s then lowered my hand down, far down. I tried to touch his
bushes, and also tried to draw circles on his thighs with my finger. Every time
Alexander let out a groan and tilted his head, the protruding adam's apple on
his neck rose and fell with difficulty.
"What
kind of torture is this?"
When
I was on top of his thick thighs and our bodies touched, Alexander seemed ready
to let go of his sanity at any moment. As if contemplating whether or not he
would lay me down again, his deep, sunken eyes traced every nook and cranny of
my body.
"Just
a fun game?"
A
large hand approached me and grabbed my bu#t tightly. Traces of dry spe#m and
liquid love remain between my feet. After showering, we sleep hugging each
other without having s*x, but as soon as I wake up, he's rubbing his pen#s on
my back.
Since
we were 'in touch', Alexander seemed not to know the word tired. Even though he
had ejacu**ted a few moments ago, his pen#s which was the size of a baby's arm
seemed as if it had not yet released all of its strength.
Obviously,
he'll be back on the move. But it seems my stamina consumption is really bad. I
also lay Alexander, trying to touch him. I want to tease him a little. I wonder
why he likes to bury his face between my legs so much.
"Ah,
wait! What are you doing—"
Alexander
fell silent. That's because I grabbed his pen#s that was spewing spe#m out of
nowhere. I lowered my head and tried to bring his pen#s closer to my lips. His
pen#s which was already engulfed with the heat turned red and stood up
excitedly.
"Ah!
Ah, no! It's dirty."
"It's
dirty? But you always su*k me like this."
I
tilted my head. His pen#s touched my chin then touched my cheek. I can feel
Alexander's unique scent, the soapy scent I'm used to. I pressed the tip of his
pen#s with my fingertips.
"Oh,
please......"
With
his mouth open, it wouldn't be strange for him to be drooling. Even though he
said 'no', his eyes seemed to show that he was looking forward to this. His
eyes were filled with desire clouded over.
I
rocked his pen#s up and down slowly. Alexander has a very lewd face.
"I
don't think it's all going to fit in the mouth."
I
grabbed it with both hands and measured its size. It's not only thick but also
unusually long. I guess even if I could put it all in, I wouldn't necessarily
be able to move up and down.
Carefully,
I opened my lips. I stuck out my tongue and tried to lick the clear liquid that
was coming out of the tip, but Alexander got up as if he couldn't take it
anymore.
"It's
amazing!"
Because
of that, his huge pen#s slapped my chin. It's not painful, but it feels weird.
I narrowed my eyes.
"......You
hit me?"
"Oh,
no. I didn't mean that. Ophelia......"
He
looked at me with imploring eyes. His face was more relaxed than before as if
his joy couldn't be extinguished just by holding it. Wearily, I tilted my head
to the side, and my eyes turned to the hand that was holding his pen#s. His
strong shoulders filled with strength visibly trembled.
"What
do you want me to do with this?"
"......You're
mean."
"Huh?
Say it. Or I won't understand."
I
said with a smile. How can I be blatant by provoking Alexander like this? His
pen#s is getting bigger and bigger. I looked at it in amazement. It didn't look
as strange as when it exploded.
"Ugh,
you don't have to. So come on down."
"Really?
That's not the answer I wanted......"
I
muttered like that, grabbed his pen#s, and shook it. Alexander's expression
turned ugly. Then a low moaning sound came from my throat, and the liquid
flowed from my but**cks.
"......Wet.
And you're still on top of my thighs."
Alexander
muttered with hot eyes. I could feel my thighs getting wet.
He
grabbed my body without giving me a chance to put his pen#s in my mouth.
Suddenly, something that slipped out of my hand stabbed my stomach.
"Did
you have fun? I guess it's my turn now."
"......Too
bad. Up until now, you've always just done what you wanted."
"Still,
you did well. So give me a gift."
He
grabbed my le*s and spread them apart. I guess it was fine to put it that way,
but apparently not to Alexander. He grabbed my che*t and buried his face in it.
"Gift,
ah! What gift do you want?"
It
was as if a star was bouncing before my eyes as he spun my ni**le. Even though
there were already many 'marks' there, Alexander still su##ed my che*t, as if
all that was not enough.
"I
want you not to tell me to stop until I want to myself."
"I
don't want to be like that, ah......!"
He
didn't even give me a chance to answer. Suddenly Alexander entered my deepest
place. Aren't you exaggerating in teasing me? The size of his pen#s was even
bigger than before.
Unknowingly,
I felt full inside. He still buried his face in my che*t, then he sighed
softly.
As
Alexander starts moving someone knocks on the door. I lifted my head,
surprised. But Alexander didn't care and kept concentrating on moving.
"Ah,
wait a moment! ...Alex, there are people outside......"
"Then?"
He
lifted his upper body and touched my head. Then he swallowed my lips. For a
moment I couldn't say what I wanted to say. I tapped his shoulder again and
again. Alexander frowned and released me.
"Master!
Master!"
Someone
outside starts calling Alexander. The knock gradually became louder. I glanced
at Alexander, wiping my drooling lips. He stared at the door with a ferocious
gaze.
"Don't
scream like that! Just tell me what's wrong."
Alexander
exclaimed loudly. After Alexander spoke, finally the sound of knocking stopped.
"Master!
Please come out for a moment, just a moment."
"Huh,
damn it!"
Alexander
gently stroked my cheek and pulled his pen#s out. Then he pulled the sheets
that had been pushed to the corner of the bed to cover me. He got off the bed
and put on his pants which fell to the floor.
"What
happened?"
Alexander
asked, he only opened the door to stick his head out. A man who looked like one
of the maids exclaimed, and breathlessly said,
"Ma-Master.
Henrietta, Henrietta is dead."
"......What?"
"At
the back of the Manor...... A servant who was clearing the snow found her
buried in a pile of snow."
"I'm
going there. Is the investigator there yet?"
"Not
yet, but the Butler has already sent someone to inform him."
After
saying that he would come out after changing clothes, Alexander told the
servant to leave. Then he closed the door and went back to bed.
"......Henrietta
is dead?"
I
asked, wrapping myself in the blanket. Alexander nodded with a pale face.
"Huh,
how come?"
"I
don't know either. I guess I should go down and find out."
"No,
someone must have killed her."
Even
though Henrietta was an ignorant person, she was not a child who would make a
fatal mistake. I bit my lip. Henrietta, who was alive yesterday, is now gone.
"Well,
isn't she a person to be hated here and there? Catching the killer is the job
of the investigators, so sister, just rest."
Alexander
stops me while I try to wear my clothes. But I don't want to wait in this warm
room comfortably.
"We
will go together."
"Sis."
"I
want to go."
"It's
a corpse. You might be surprised."
He
pulled me and laid me on the bed. Isn't it too much for him to constantly cover
me? Not that I've never seen a corpse, I've seen it once or twice.
"It's
okay. I'm in."
When
I refused to budge, Alexander frowned. So what will you do? He couldn't stop me
anymore.
"All
right. Dress warmly."
I
returned to my room and came down with a new dress and coat. Alexander, who was
waiting for me downstairs, let me go first and then he followed behind me,
afraid I would fall.
Henrietta's
body was found not far from the Manor.
Many
servants had already gathered there, and every one of them was talking and
pondering.
"You
here, my lord?"
The
butler spoke first. Alexander tells him to move aside by raising his hand.
Henrietta
was covered with a cloth. Her hands were clenched as if she was holding
something tightly, but at the same time, they looked fragile as if they would
break at the mention.
"Has
the investigator arrived yet?"
Alexander
asked while looking at the corpse. The butler answered quickly,
"He
said he would come soon."
"Something
not funny happened. A murder has occurred at the Manor which is being
investigated."
But
there was no smile on his face. Alexander raised one eyebrow and frowned.
Alexander ordered some servants to pull off the cloth covering Henrietta's
corpse.
Immediately,
I could see the dead Henrietta with my eyes wide open, I took a quick breath.
Even after becoming a corpse, it didn't seem like she could rest comfortably.
Her two eyes opened wide as if in shock, and there was a bloodstain flowing
from the back of her injured head that had solidified and mixed with the snow.
"Move!"
I
turned to the voice I heard from behind. Claude ran from afar. He drew closer,
pushing away the servants who had gathered near the corpse.
"You
must not damage the crime scene. Everyone stay away."
Reaching
Alexander, he wiped the sweat off his forehead. Alexander glanced at Claude and
then walked towards me. A cold hand wrapped around my shoulder.
"Why
are you still alone? Have you contacted your co-workers?" He asked.
Claude,
who was crouching down, inspecting the corpse, blinked and replied,
"Ah..."
"......Yeah,
they'll be arriving soon. First of all, let's all go inside. Looks like the
body needs to be moved.... ...Can anyone help?"
Claude
looked around. No one wants to raise their hand.
"There
is no?"
Claude
laughed awkwardly. Alexander who witnessed it sighed angrily and pointed at
some of the servants who caught his eye.
“You
guys help him. And for the rest, return straight to the Manor without going
anywhere else. Who was the first to find Henrietta?”
One
of the servants hesitated and raised his hand. Alexander nodded. When Alexander
was about to take me back, somehow one of the servants shouted,
"Oh
wait! I think Henrietta is holding something in her hands."
"......Yes?"
Then
Claude answered. He casually tried to open Henrietta's frozen hands. But that
already hardened body wouldn't let go of what it was holding.
"It's
okay, it's not— Ah, done."
What
Claude was trying to pull out was a piece of paper with nothing written on it.
He tilted his head as if confused.
"This
seems to be torn. I can't tell what she's holding. Did the villain take
it?"
I
looked at the piece of paper that the investigator pointed out.
It
did look like what he said.
"It
probably doesn't really matter. Rather than that, let's go inside. The first
person to find it, please stay. You should tell me how the timeline is when you
find it."
Claude
took out a notebook from inside his coat. As he started questioning the
servant, Alexander came and took my hand.
"Sis,
let's go inside."
"Oh...
...Huh?"
I
nodded. Claude asked the servants what he was doing last night and who could
prove his existence.
Come
to think of it, what did I do last night? I think Alexander and I have been
sleeping in each other's arms since the afternoon. Then, one more day he wakes
me up, and...
Wait
a minute, last night?
I
subconsciously gripped the hand that was holding me. Alexander turned and
looked at me.
"Why
are you like this, Sis? Is it hard for you to walk? Should I hug you?"
I
swallowed my spit. Without answering his question, I started walking towards
the Manor quickly. "Sis?" Alexander said to me. I shook my head and
smiled as if nothing had happened. Alexander came and leaned on me.
I
passed Claude together with Alexander. For a moment, my eyes met Claude's. He
subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, apparently, it was his habit to
always smile whenever he met someone else's eyes.
I
feel like I've seen that smile many times. It's possible that I've met him
somewhere in the past.
I
feel a bit awkward. I don't know why, it just makes it worse.
But
suddenly it dawned on me.
Henrietta
died in the middle of the night. And I'm sleeping.
Then,
is Alexander also sleeping?
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