Thank You For Being Trash

Chapter 56: What Love (5)

“It was painful to let you go like that.”

That was not even funny. I stared at Distria.

"So, don't love anyone other than me."

He rubbed my chin and bit my ear. As he licked the lobe and patted the inside of my ear, I gasped for a moment at the intense stimulation that touched the sensitive area. Distria's fingers ran across my neck.

“No, don’t love anyone. Love and you don't suit each other.”

His cold lips touched my neck. While his hot tongue licked my throat, he opened his mouth and put a tooth mark on my neck.

“Haa… it doesn't suit you either."

I leaned back and touched my licked ear. Wet saliva dripped onto my palms.

When I looked at Distria with piercing eyes, he looked at my face and smiled as his fingertips traced the red marks.

“Is this the price for saving ‘him’?”

Distria kissed his lips on the red marks that had bloomed. He engraved a toothmark deliberately, as I didn't like it. Then, with his long fingers wrapped around my waist, he pulled up the thin clothes and bit my chest.

"Ha-ah… uht.”

My skin, which had been touched so much yesterday, was sore and painful. Distria placed one of my breasts in his mouth and gently stroked my thigh with the other hand, where there was the bumpy butterfly tattoo.

His hand, which had been touching my thigh, glided to the inside.

“Heup…!”

The inner flesh, which had been used so much, was sore. Stabbing my cl*toris, swollen from the excessive sexual activity, he spread my legs apart with his hands and dug into me. The long fingers gently rubbed the inside.

I felt light pain and pleasure.

“Hahk—!”

I was busy moaning as I hung on his shoulder with the movement of his hand. My hand on his shoulder trembled as he focused on attacking the sensitive parts I felt, and my mind went blank.

Distria’s lips curled up as he laughed at me.

“Did you weep and get wet in front of those men?”

Even as he said so, he had a murderous look face as if he was dissatisfied. As Distria pulled out his finger, which was tickling my inside, the thin love liquid was thickly smeared on his fingers. Why was he mad at me when he was the one who made the situation happen?

I met Distria's ferocious eyes. His absurd attitude just made me laugh.

So, I laughed.

I was already broken and ruined. No matter what I did, it was meaningless. They had changed, too, but I couldn’t change. I didn't want to think about anything anymore… I just did what my heart wanted.

“If so?”

“You are not even qualified to be a ‘king’.”

“From the moment this stigma was put on, that qualification disappeared. You got rid of it.”

I pulled Distria's collar before pressing our lips together. As I unbuttoned his shirt, he didn't stop what I was doing and watched it with happy eyes. Then, I licked his chest down with my tongue.

Flinch.

Seeing that he reacted when the tip of my tongue touched the n*pple, I grabbed his waist and sucked hard on his peaks.

"Ha… You’ve become a whore.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

I glanced up at him and smiled, my eyebrows curved. As he stared at me, smiling without a word, his eyes drew a half-moon. Then all of a sudden, Distria grabbed my hair.

—Bang!

“Kuhk…!”

He pressed me down on the desk in the office with a strong force, and the impact caused the papers to fall to the floor. Distria untied his tie from his neck and tied my hands behind my back. Then, he lightly slapped my buttocks with his palms.

I lay on his desk and trembled at the pleasure he gave me.

The next moment, he pulled out the piece of fabric that had already lost its function and gently swept my butt. Then, he poked inside with his fingers. The abused inside complained of pain at his careless touch.

Even the water inside, which had been buoyant with his quick hand movements, dried up.

I turned my head and looked at him. My eyes met his. For a moment, it was as if all the pleasure and excitement I had felt had burned away. And suddenly, the pain came.

Words of pain spit out of my mouth.

“Hahk… Ha…ah! Don’t!"

Distria poked my inside with his fingers even more mercilessly as he shoved the finger that was stabbing my inside into the anal.

“Hah-ugh… Don't do it."

“I saw the swelling here, too, so I put it in the back.”

When he repeatedly shoved his fingers deep, he picked up a pen that was rolling on the desk and shoved it inside.

I screamed at the pen, penetrating deeply.

“Ah-uhk—! Ah…Huuhk! Take it out!”

Distria did not pull out the pen that had been deeply lodged in my anal. Instead, he just put his thing inside me. The desk shook, and with the intense movement, the remaining pens and books on the desk fell and rolled on the floor. The sound of pain was buried in the sound of books falling.

“Ha-uhk… Unnk… Heuk!”

“Isn’t it a place where you can eat anything well?”

I couldn't understand his madness. It was the situation he created on his own, and it was the situation he wanted. I was just playing along. Soon, Distria grabbed my pelvis and ran through it at random.

This was not an act of pursuit of pleasure. Only clear pain was felt, so I screamed.

It was an act that would have been fine had I not been abused yesterday. But now, it hurt so much. I hate pain without pleasure. My body had heated up a while ago though I couldn't understand why pain was the only clear feeling now.

“Ahhk! Ah…! Ah, hu—Huuhk!”

Distria was busy pounding his waist, ignoring my screams. Rather, he just sped up. Tears rolled down my eyes.

In pain, my lips were busy screaming instead of moaning.

This was not sex.

“Why are you crying? Didn’t you take off my clothes expecting something like this?"

When he grabbed my hair, my neck was sore from being pulled. His warm body temperature touched my back. Distria rubbed my chest with the other hand.

"Don’t cry. It hurts my heart because you cry.”

“Heuk… huhp.”

…Nonsense.

Distria untied my arms that had been bound. As he pulled out his p*nis and hugged me lightly, s*men flowed down my thighs along with the genitals that slid away.

Then, he licked away the flowing tears.

It was a kindness that made me wonder if he was the person who had acted violently a while ago. That look was disgusting.

“Don’t get on my nerves.”

"Bastard…”

I couldn't stop the swearing that leaked out between my lips. Distria smiled, curling his eyebrows. In the blink of an eye, my head turned.

—Slap.

“Say that again.”

I did not turn my head back. His hand gently stroked my cheek. It was disgusting.

I swore again.

"F*cking bastard."

"Ha."

Distria kissed my lips and grabbed my hand. His p*nis, again inflated in size, touched my thigh.

* * *

Everything I did with him was painful. Later, the slippery s*men acted as a lubricant, but the pain didn't go away. It wasn't that he couldn't have s*x or anything like that. He was rather good at it.

But why?

Touch.

I rubbed the spot where Distria had touched. The indelible tooth marks were disgusting.

Meeting people who loved me, meeting people who really cared about me, was that why? Was it because I didn’t like s*x without emotions? That being said, the s*x I had with several people was satisfactory. It didn’t matter.

Maybe, I just didn't like having s*x with Distria.

That might be it.

I recalled the moment my eyes met his. He had snake-like eyes… eyes filled with loathing and hatred. I liked the eyes that wanted me during pleasure-filled times, however, it wasn't him. He didn't look at me like that.

I remembered Distria’s red eyes.

"No."

Touch.

I rubbed the spot he touched again.

There were countless teeth marks on my body that could not be erased even by rubbing. That was disgusting. Still, the pain and disgust he inflicted submerged all other emotions. I didn’t know when it would come up again if I touched it, but I was pretty satisfied with it now.

Taking the dagger that Acacia gave me from under the bed, I looked at the blade that did not rust even after leaving it alone for a long time. Then, I turned towards the flowers he had planted. The leaves were still fresh, but the scent was gone. There was no scent, but the splendor was still there.

Can such a thing be called a flower? It was bizarre.

I touched the tip of the dagger and tucked it under her pillow. It wasn't the time yet.

…Not yet. I didn't know what I was waiting for.

As I sat on my bed and glanced out the window, the door suddenly opened. The door opened suddenly without knocking, I was startled, thinking that the person standing in front of me was Distria. I closed my eyes. I heard the door lock.

A strange hand covered my lips.

It was not Distria.

I opened my eyes. My eyelashes trembled in tension. I saw the blonde man still wearing an apprentice knight uniform. I had never seen him before. He looked at me with greedy eyes.

Oh. Those eyes. I liked greedy eyes… wanting my body and chasing after pleasure.

The man's finger went into my mouth. He messed up my mouth and clasped my tongue. Taking off the pure white dress that Distria had put on, he bit my breasts. The neatly worn clothes were easily removed by the man's hand.

I had no intention of rebelling, nor did I have the strength to resist, so I relaxed my body.

“Were you waiting?”

I turned my head without saying a word.

The finger that had entered my mouth turned downward. He caressed my bottom with his fingers that were wet with saliva. With a few gestures, my insides were wet. I did not rebel like I was dead. Looking at the roughly braided blonde hair, I thought of Acacia, who had quite a long hair.

‘….’

I couldn’t remember a time when he had long hair.

The man grabbed my legs and spread them out. He hurriedly pushed himself in and moved. It was just that. It was lukewarm, neither strong nor weak. I couldn't concentrate on having s*x with him. I was in a hurry to think of Acacia, who had neatly tied his hair with a black string.

"Ha… hu…”

The man who was moving himself on top of me kissed my swollen cheek.

“Some bastard did this.”

Your Emperor did this.

“To touch your pretty face… For kids like you, your face is life itself.”

Your Emperor did this.

A few moves, a few moans and he came.

I watched him move without much emotion. The stranger walked out of the room with a satisfied face. He left one more mark on my already mottled body.

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