Saint’s Prison Novel Chapter 42

It took quite so ti to comfort a sulking Amal and resu the al.

Sohow, we finished eating, but an overwhelming sense of exhaustion ca over . I sat on the bed and stared blankly at Amal.

Amal silently cleaned up after dinner. She carefully put away the pots, folded the tablecloth, and wiped the table with a cloth. Her perseverance was unwavering because it was related to .

She is so determined to take care of

that she doesn’t want anyone else to even touch .

There is an extre purity of possessiveness in her.

Just as a priest is dedicated to offering prayers, she is single-minded in devoting herself to

and breaking her heart.

As I watched Amal, I narrowed my eyes slightly.

The girl is innocent. She was lonely, so she never beca tainted by anything. She was able to stay sane because she had no one. That was her only salvation.

But I changed her.

I painted over the pure white and beca her one and only color. Amal loved and depended on , who acknowledged her for the first ti since she was born. Yes, I planted an almost pathological obsession in her in exchange for healing her loneliness.

Amal finished cleaning up, and I called her na. She stiffened for a mont, then lowered her face. But only for a few seconds, as she soon ca running to . I spread my arms and hugged Amal tightly.

She buried her face in my chest, rubbing her cheeks against

as if marking her scent. She was actually marking , appealing with her whole body, “This is my man.”

“…Are you still angry?”

In response to my quiet question, Amal turned her face away with an interesting expression. It was an unusual move for such an obedient girl.

“I’m not angry.”

“Really?”

“… I can’t be angry at Andy-sama. But, I just can’t forgive the won who have been loved by you. I just can’t.”

“Co on, I told you before that there’s nothing we can do about the past. We can’t change it.”

I stroked her head and let go of her body. However, Amal desperately clung to .

“You don’t understand how I feel, Andy-sama! Because, Andy-sama is not only mine. No matter how much I adore you, there are other won in Andy-sama’s heart. I hate that! I just hate it!”

“… Amal.”

As I was about to say sothing, I opened my mouth but couldn’t find the right words, so I remained silent. Instead of words, I placed both hands on her cheeks, made her face up, and dropped a light kiss on her lips. Then, I licked away her tears with my tongue and clumsily hugged her.

“Andy-sama, Andy-sama,” Amal called my na over and over. I let out a shallow breath so she couldn’t hear .

Amal lacks confidence. She has never been loved before, so she has no confidence. That’s why she is so obsessed with , trying to monopolize

without letting go.

She must have had a life where she could neither give nor receive anything. That’s why she knows no other way to love, which is terribly sad.

God’s salvation and unconditional love did not reach her.

I held Amal in a sideways embrace and sat down on the bed. Her body was so soft and delicate that I felt like it might break if I touched it. I pulled her seemingly unreliable, slender shoulders closer, and stroked her cheek as if to confirm her presence. Then, I spoke to her in a voice that was neither sweet nor gentle.

“My first girlfriend was back when I was in junior high school. We were an extension of being friends, and sohow, we naturally drifted apart. The girlfriend I had in high school was the first one I was intimate with. But I broke up with her too when I went on to college.”

While Amal tries to block her ears, not wanting to hear, I forcefully hold her hands and continue the story.

“In college, I dated a few won. Of them, the last one I dated lasted for a considerable length of ti. For a while, I thought about getting married. However, due to various misunderstandings, it never reached that point.”

I quietly gaze at Amal’s face, which is sobbing pitifully and looks as if she could die at any mont.

“Hey, this is everything. This is all of . Indeed, you’re not the first one I’ve dated. But none of them ended up being my last.”

I gently wipe her tears and offer her a smile.

“…So, please be my last.”

“An… dy…-sama”

The last tear that trailed down Amal’s cheek was surprisingly warm. I gently lay the trembling girl on the bed and cover her.

I press my body against the young girl as if sinking into water. As our lips et over and over, I unravel her innocent body and delve deep within. I squeeze her trembling, innocent hands as if to encourage her, our fingers entwined.

…It would be nice if we could just lt away together like this.

A prayer-like whisper grazed my ear.

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Thanks Limilu for poiting out my mistake. iirc its was midnight when i doing this chapter. which makes sense for my lack of focus… im really sorry for my mistake. Feel free to comnt if you guys found any mystake.

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