Thank You For Being Trash Chapter 52: What Love (1)

Chapter 52 – What Love (1)

I faced the reality of this place to the extent that I wondered if I had ever felt confused. The original story, which I was so hung up on, just happened like this, so I thought that way. However, this did not an that I had completely lost my lingering attachnt lust for following the original story.

There was sothing I was looking forward to quite a bit.

To go to the Grand Duke’s estate… There, the default was 3P. It was near the end of the story, so I knew how to start the story. Still, it was unclear whether the story would proceed properly just because I acted that way though I was willing to give it a try.

It was pretty difficult, and there were a lot of provocative plays. Good if it worked, but also good if it didn’t.

Even if it wasn't that, it didn't matter because there were many people I had s*x with.

anwhile, my relationship with Lepis stayed the sa. He loved , and I only accepted his heart without much thought. He ca once a day, whispered love, and kissed .

…Was it that Lepis that looked at with an indifferent, cold gaze? To the extent that I thought he was desperately clinging to .

His eyes looking at are deep and consistent. It was also burdenso. And at tis, I was unbearably curious. I did not know love, and even if I felt love for Rewan, I gave up quickly. How much does he have to love to be like this?

It was amazing… being able to love people so much. I didn’t think it would ever happen in my lifeti.

“Eris.”

"Yes. Arne.”

“You co here often. Are you not busy?"

Although Lepis touched my hand, he didn't respond as if he was distracted by the touch. It had healed now, but he touched the palm of my hand, which was left with a thick scar. It was a little unsightly though I was happy with this mark.

As if it was a trace of . He pressed his lips to the back of my hand. He raised his head and made eye contact with .

He looked at and smiled softly.

“No matter how busy I am, it was not a waste of ti to see you.”

While he looked a little tired, I was at a loss for words as his face was sared with happiness. He ca to every day and whispered his love to , but I still did not adapt to this change. As he looked at and whispered love, whispering affection.. it was awkward.

“…Yes."

"I love you. Arne.”

With Lepis' words of love, I turned my head and remained silent. He kissed my lips as if he didn't care about my attitude. I pretended to be a lover, pretended to be friendly, and pretended to look at him. I wrapped my arms around Lepis' waist and responded to his kiss.

"Ah…huht.”

Starting with the kiss, Lepis’ hot hands slid inside my clothes.

He gently wrapped his arms around my chest and touched my n*pples with his fingers. The heat that started from my chest spread all over my body. I could feel his p*nis already hardened between our tight bodies.

“….”

His lips ran down my neck and bit my chest over the clothes.

With the other hand, he stroked my back. Lepis let go of the hand that had touched my body and gently wrapped it around my waist. The sound of a thumping heart and rough breathing were heard from Lepis, who was holding closer and tightly hugging .

He held for a long ti. Even then, he constantly whispered love in my ear.

"I love you."

A low-pitched voice drenched in lust echoed in my ears.

“…I love you."

He gave one last long kiss and walked away from .

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath as if trying to calm his excitent. Lepis often had deep skinship like this, but he didn't end up doing it. Where did the he, who made a selfish choice asking to call him Eris, go?

As he did not force to accept him, I found it awkward.

“…Why don't you? I told you that I don't care about s*x anymore."

It was half lie, half-truth.

In the past life, it was truly a lie, but now, I occasionally questioned the truth that put my mind at ease.

The mont the truth filled the days when there were only lies, I thought that life here would beco a reality. I thought the day would co when I would act like myself—like a scar left on the palm of my hand.

Lepis opened his closed eyes at my question. He sighed and gently put my hair over my ear. Then, he made eye contact and uttered to .

“…I can’t."

Why can't you? What was the reason? Because you love so much…?

I reached out to him. I wondered about his endless love. If he didn’t want my body, why did he love ? I couldn't believe that such blind love existed… How could he be devoted without asking anyone for anything?

“I told you not to pretend to think of . It doesn't suit you."

I grabbed Lepis's hand that was caressing my cheek and pulled it. The next mont, I hugged Lepis' waist, which was easily pulled. He made eye contact with and gave a frown though I kissed him on the lips.

From a light kiss to a deep kiss.

Our tongues mixed, and saliva ca and went. I strengthened my hands around his waist and clung to him. I gently patted him on the back that I was holding on to.

Lepis let out a small moan through the gap in his mouth.

“Huh…”

I pulled out the shirt that was neatly tucked into his pants before sliding my hands inside his shirt. I could feel Lepis’ hot body temperature as I fumbled and touched his body from his waist to his chest.

It felt good to the touch of the firm and elastic body.

I stroked his back along the deep scar left behind. Suddenly, this trace made curious about his past. I wondered how long he lived. I wondered about his ti that I didn't know. I imagined him. I didn't know, but I stopped thinking when Lepis gave an urgent voice and looked at him.

"Wait… Please wait."

Actually, I didn't even think about it. I had no idea what kind of life he had led.

"Ah… Ugh—Arne, please."

I rolled up the clothes and held his cute n*pples in my mouth with my tongue. I was also going to try and bite it a little bit, and I gazed down at his chest.

“Hah… Arne. Stop."

As if Lepis didn't know what to do with , his wandering hand stirred in the air. That look was very cute.

"Why…?”

I took off my clothes. I placed my hand on his waist and hurriedly loosened his belt. Grabbing the genitals as it swung up from his pants, a thin liquid was already rushing up from the head. I didn't even have ti to take all his clothes off.

My body was already heated by the action after a long ti.

Without thinking, I lined my entrance to his p*nis. I was ecstatic at the hard and hot feeling that entered . I inserted his thing inside, regained my composure, and teased Lepis’ n*pples again, clasping his hard body.

“Why did you tell to stop?”

Every ti I touched his hand, I could feel his genitals twitch inside.

"Haa… Arne.”

At the sa ti as I said that, I started moving slowly up and down. Lepis was able to push away. If he loved and truly cared for , he wouldn’t mind having s*x for . He had no reason to accept what I was doing.

As with anyone, there was no love without a price.

I misunderstood Lepis’ love like that.

There were people who asked for my heart, saying that they loved , there were people who asked for my body, and there were people who just wanted to be by my side… All of them demanded a corresponding price.

People who whispered that they didn't want anything have asked for sothing at so point.

I grabbed Lepis' hands, and his sitting posture was uncomfortable, so I laid him on the bed. He took a rough breath. His face, which seed to be drenched in pleasure, looked a little gloomy, contrary to what I had expected. However he was, I was rushing to satisfy my needs.

After all, what I wanted was s*x.

Little by little, the speed of my movent increased.

Lepis' p*nis, which filled the inside, touched the depths every ti I moved up and down. As expected, the bigger ones are the best. Moreover, there was nothing like doing it cowgirl so it could get in deep. I kissed Lepis' lips, who lay beneath , taking a short breath.

The hot breath rushed into my mouth.

"Ha… uht. A…rne.”

“Ha-uht. Ah—haa…a."

I was curious about how he would react to my actions like this. Would he be disappointed? Would he be surprised by my unexpected appearance? Would he still love like this? How far was Lepis' love? If he loved like this, could I love him…?

“I know that the reason you guard in front of the door and co to visit on purpose is for my sake.”

“…Arne.”

“But, it can’t be done without any cost.”

Drop.

Lepis' breathing stopped. His wounded expression touched .

“…No."

Lepis, who was lying down, got up. The firm body hugged . At the sa ti, the pounding heartbeat and the exhilarating breathing beca still.

“…You don’t have to do anything.”

The voice that seed wet with tears made want to see his expression. I felt a gentle hand caressing my back.

Swish, swish.

As if to soothe . I had a strange feeling. How could he do sothing for with a wounded, tearful expression? Why was he comforting ?

…I couldn't figure it out.

“Then, why…”

I couldn't finish my words as Lepis' lips touched mine. He devoured my lips as if to swallow them. As he grabbed his hand and clasped it, the heartbeat that had stopped beating loudly again as ti passed.

“…Just. I, too—”

"No. Don’t say you don’t know.”

I cut off his words. Lepis laughed bitterly.

"Yes. If Arne is comfortable with that, I’ll…”

He stopped talking and placed his lips on the back of my hand. My cold eyes reflected him. It was a wounded look.

“I’ll say I want to do it with you.”

Lepis began to move inside the dried-up . He turned around, laid on the bed, and started moving. The movent in the dry place was stiff, but it also seed to be forced. Because of that, The sense of excitent quickly subsided.

“…Arne.”

He kissed the corners of my eyes and cheeks and around my ears. The wounded expression, the wounded tone of voice… He looked pitiful enough to make feel sorry for him, but I didn't care. He loved so much, why couldn’t I love him?

It was a strange thing. I could never make up my mind.

“…Eris.”

Even the slightest act of reaching out and stroking his face, just by calling his na, made him blush. He was shy and sotis excited and at a loss for what to do.

The man in love was simple and lovely.

Was it the sa for Rewan, who looked at ? Would he hug as fiery as this? How about he, who loved ?

“…Arne, call …one more ti… Please, Arne.”

Lepis called anxiously. He wanted and found . What I could get from the love he gave was not love itself, but that I was special to him.

That was all.

“…Eris.”

It was he who made this place a reality. He was the one who looked at and stared at and loved .

“…Eris.”

"I love you. Arne. I love… you."

But, I still had no feelings for him.

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