Thank You For Being Trash

Chapter 48: What Truth (END)

“So, how do you feel?”

Distria, who was soaking in a bathtub filled with steaming hot water, gazed at me with languid eyes. As he raised his hand and gently stroked my cheek, the sound of splashing water was heard. His wet fingers that had been touching my cheeks came into my mouth.

“…Answer."

He took his hand through my mouth.

When he grabbed my bandaged hand, Distria pulled me into the bathtub with a strong force. The water sloshed and overflowed. Because the thin silk dress was wet and stuck to my body, his intense gaze turned to my body.

The next moment, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into him. His p*nis, felt by my buttocks, was already standing.

I whispered low.

“…It’s nothing. It doesn’t matter… at all.”

Running through my hair with his wet hands, I was met with red eyes gleaming with displeasure. He seemed to want me to be happy with this situation. He kissed my lips and tightened the grip on my hand that hurt. The more the bandage got wet, the more it hurt. Besides, the water was too hot as well.

“Why?”

Distria asked me. He traced my shoulder with his lips. His tongue, which ran down my neck, ran down my collarbone and to the chest, placing the erectg n*pples in his mouth. A thrilling sensation ran down my back.

The next moment, he stroked my back.

“Huht. That…”

His finger touched the entrance. As if waiting for my answer, he slowly put his finger in it.

“…I, too—Haa… ha."

His fingers, about halfway in, soon wriggled inside. I cleared my rough breathing and continued my words slowly again.

“…don't know."

Distria's fingers poked deep.

Every time he went back and forth, I could feel the water filling up and escaping from below along with the sound of splashing water. Every time his movements intensified, the surface of the water shook.

“Hu-uht…”

In the hot water, I was dizzy because my fever was rising with excitement. Distria pulled his fingers out of my insides. The slippery liquid of love splattered from his fingers along with the water. Even after being washed in the swaying water, he put the slimy liquid into his mouth.

“You’re obscene.”

His hard p*nis touched my stomach.

As he grabbed my waist and lifted me up, he put my entrance to his penis and pierced the inside at once, I bit my lip with intense pleasure.

“Ahk…!”

I placed my hand on Distria's shoulder. He grabbed my waist and moved me. With each movement, the water escapes and comes in, filling the interior more. I gasped in excitement. The full-length mirror that filled the walls of the bathroom reflected the naked image of me having s*x with him.

Wow, that's sexy.

The rattling sound filled the bathtub. The water overflowed from the movement, and the water level gradually decreased. The sound of my breathing hit the wall and came back.

Distria's hot breath tickled my neck as his strange eyes touched me.

"Today… The reason you are obedient is because I let you kill him.”

It was not really like that. Still, I didn't want to explain his misunderstanding.

He hugged me and lifted me up, with his body still connected to me. He strode into the bedroom while carrying me in a hug. As he got out of the bathtub, the cold air hit my body. He laid me down on the bed and moved again. Distria stared down at me, gasping for breath with excitement.

With the sheets moistened and soaked in water, he muttered softly.

“…No. You seem to have no thoughts.”

Distria's hot hand gently touched my neck. He soon descended on the breastbone and drew a circle over my stomach. I watched his actions with blank eyes. When he grabbed my chest, I let out a short sigh.

Biting a mouthful of my chest, he violently increased the speed of his pistoning.

A popping sound filled the room. He gazed down at me with a look of dissatisfaction while his long fingers caressed my cheek and covered my eyes.

His voice, as if suppressing anger, hit my ear.

“Don’t look at me with those eyes.”

What kind of eyes did I have? My eyes twitched in the dark vision that was covered with his palms, and couldn't see anything. Distria lowered the speed of his movement. He slowly pushed himself in, then pulled it out again.

The sound of his low, rough breathing reached the corner of my throat.

“…I will not let you go.”

He let out a breath as he moved quickly again. I was stabbed where I felt the most. I lay under Distria and struggled to hold back my moans. His hard, hot, thick p*nis ripped me open. The place it touched was hot.

“Ahk… ah!"

The bed wobbled. A sharp sound of flesh mixing was heard. Distria, who had removed his palm, kissed me deeply. A light shone over my eyes that had become accustomed to the darkness.

I frowned.

“It is up to me to decide whether you live or die.”

“Huht… Ha."

“Then, don’t think about dying. My dear Arne.”

What kind of expression he was making? Nothing could be seen in the shimmering vision.

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It was a deep night.

That day, for some reason, I couldn't sleep, so I quietly looked at the stars. I swung my feet back and forth. The door opened with a creaking sound. The only people who came in without knocking were Raphael and Distria.

Raphael's funeral was held though the fact that he was dead was forgotten by me for a moment. I had no doubt that it was him. After all, he was the only one who came late at night. When I turned my head, a strong force laid me on the bed.

Then, I heard the sound of pants getting hastily unbuckled.

“….?”

The unfamiliar eyes gleamed horribly.

…Oh right, he was dead.

It was the first time I saw these eyes. Ah, surrounded by great people, I forgot who it was originally. I opened my mouth, contemplating whether to scream or what to do. The stranger covered my mouth with one hand.

“…Do you know how much I thought of you?”

The silly words stuck in my ears. It was an unfamiliar voice. His rough hands gripped my chest. Below, the hard p*nis pierced my thigh.

A fever rose. I wish they had given me more insulting remarks.

The man's hand on my chin grew stronger. He rolled up my skirt with his hand touching my chest as he forcefully spread my legs apart.

I rolled my eyes furiously. I was concerned about the open door. In particular, it didn't matter that I was showing the s*x scene to others. However, recently, Acacia and Lepis were taking turns guarding the front door.

Oh, his genitals filled my inside at once. The sound of the man's things coming and going and the rough breathing echoed through the room. The bottom, which was originally wet, increased the amount of love liquid due to his pistoning.

“Are you welcoming me having a wet bottom? It’s obscene.”

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