Chapter: 12, Longing
In a silent Corridor, a cloaked figure was walking among the darkness of the night as stars shone in the sky and moonlight slightly illuminated the world. The fragnted bright light from inside fell on the carpet, reflecting the covered face of the woman.
The woman walked slowly, not worried about anyone misunderstanding her as a thief or sothing else.
After crossing by many turns and chamber rooms of different students, she halted in front of a certain door. It was Hestia’s quarters.
She reached her hands and with slow but precise movents of her hand, knocked three tis on the door. The sound of subtle movents could be heard through the door. After a bit more movent, with a click of the door knob, the door opened slightly.
Hestia’s gloomy face looked through the door, her eyes landing on the girl. Hestia was now in a smooth and thin nightgown made from white silk. The cloth was so thin that her skin could be perceived if focused thoroughly, only if the person allowed it of course.
As Hestia looked at the cloaked figure, she wasn’t surprised. After all, she was the one who invited them. She signed the person to enter the room.
Azaria entered the room and closed the door behind her. Inside Hestia’s luxurious room, she saw another figure slumped on the bed. Hestia’s gray hair was haggard and dark circles were visible under her eyes as tear marks were also visible.
She then opened her cloak and looked at the other person in the room, who was sitting on the chair near the desk as her white hair flowed down shoulders. Her eyes were red, but her expression looked determined about sothing, as the fla burned through her reddened eyes.
As she threw her cloak aside, Azaria’s face was revealed. She was no better than the other two, instead, she was even more gloomy and her hair with her face was a complete ss. It was as if she was mourning soone special to her heart after their passing.
She sat on a nearby stool, her voice hoarse as she asked the question that was on everyone’s mind, "How did he get that Flaw? Everything else is going smoothly just as before, so how did he get a flaw? And that one, of all the possible flaws out there."
The others stayed silent. Eventually, Hestia spoke, rembering sothing.
"Be-Be Care of what you Wish for."
The others widened their eyes, rembering the phrase. Penelope exclaid "So, it was because of that?"
She looked at them; a single tear flowed down her cheek, and said "That is why... He doesn’t love us anymore. The feelings that he had for us from middle school... are now nothing but an old mory to him."
"It seems so," Hestia muttered. Azaria trembled slightly; her body heating up as her skin beca sensitive, her nipples hardened and the clothes touching her skin beca unbearable.
Her breathing beca ragged; her eyes beca misty as drool fell from her mouth to her skirt. Her drool tasted good in her mouth as she rembered every ti she and Dain had physical contact, even to the one where their fingers briefly connect when passing a notebook.
Her Flaw was a double edged sword to her. Because it made her rember and enjoy his touch sexually now after many years had passed. But it was also making her sexually frustrated.
She currently feels like that if only she didn’t love Dainsleif, She wouldn’t have the greed of getting a legitimate title from him. She would’ve just gone to him and beco his Sexual Slave, Pet, Toy or sothing else.
But the greed for his recognition is holding her back, from becoming his, easing her frustration, enjoying the feeling when they might have again embraced each other with affection, even if it wouldn’t have been real, just affection a pet and its master have for eachother but just a bit deep.
Seeing her like that, Penelope’s mood soured and she sneered at her, "Tch... You must be having the ti of your life. Since you can enjoy the sexual stimulation by recalling him from your mories, Lucky Bi*ch."
Azaria didn’t retort to her words, after all, it was true. She was indeed enjoying these simulations that appear all of a sudden in her daily life. Just the previous night, when she saw the Flaw, she had stimulated about ten tis.
And just today, she had been stimulated more than that. When she was talking to soone, when she took a bath, when she was eating, even when they were standing on the training grounds. Not only that, she was stimulated when she touched the AEO, and even when she knew that Dain can never love them, she was excited and hory.
Even when she was crying in her room, she was touching herself. This side of her made Azaria disgusted, but also excited imagining how Dain might use her in the future when they might get together. How he might find it exciting that she can get excited anyti Dain wants.
But another part of it made her dread and hate herself. What if Dain finds this vulgar trait hers disgusting that he might not even like to touch it? This one dreadful thought was enough to make her fear the day she might see his face, with nothing but disgust in his eyes for her.
She has to control her lust, enough so that he wouldn’t find her disgusting. She would never dirty her body that only belongs to one person, who her body considers to be its true master.
Suddenly, a thought crept in her mind. And the exact description of Dain’s flaw ca to her mind.
[Loveless] Description: "Love is sotis sweet and warm and sotis bitter and painful. But it is regrettable that you can feel neither of those, for you have decided not to."
It only specified ’Love’, and not Lust. If she can get him to sleep with her, then she can demand him to take responsibility. She can just allow him to do whatever he wants with other won, as long as she stays by his side, she can easily satisfy her desires. If the first ti becos a mistake, he can punish it by using her body more.
She looked down at the saliva on her skirt, and a dark and obsessed look, as if she was in a trance, appeared in her face as she began to form her plan.
To be Continued...
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