Chapter 57 – Allegory
Whether we like it or not, time continues to flow.
As time went on, the belly was getting more and more swollen. It’s not to the point of being full-term yet, but now it’s to the point where you can clearly see it when you take off your clothes and stand in front of the mirror. It has been quite some time since morning sickness, including nausea, has stopped.
Violetta, who was not happy with her bulging stomach, began to enjoy wearing loose-fitting clothes that didn’t stick to her body. She has a swollen belly like a tadpole and wearing clothes that reveal her body line was very uncomfortable and burdensome for a woman.
‘My child in here…….’
Violetta stroked her own belly with her complicated expression. What was conceived in her womb must have been her child. She had no room for denial. It was also clear who her father was. Because she has only had sex with one person in her entire life.
Although she was getting older and her marriage was approaching, she had never even imagined in her life that she would conceive her child before she even got married.
The feeling of something growing inside her was hard to describe in empty words. She had none of the satisfaction that a normal expectant mother feels. It is the product of the mingling of her own blood with the man she loathes. The thought of something like that growing in my stomach made me feel unbearably sick.
“Ugh…….”
Every time I feel her body changing little by little according to the fetus, the world is so hopeless that I can’t stand it. Change was scary. It felt like my body was being forcibly remodeled. In the body that has been with her all her life, whenever she feels a sense of difference, she vomits.
Her back ached and her chest felt heavy, probably because of the increased weight she had to endure. There wasn’t a day that my whole body didn’t ache. Soreness was a daily occurrence.
‘Why do I have to endure and endure this.’
It was unreasonable. The fact that she had to endure pain to raise a child she didn’t want.
But she also wondered what was wrong with her unborn child. When I was stroking her belly, she sometimes felt a little bit of motherly love. It may be something like a female instinct that she can’t help.
Violetta was afraid of her own change, including her own state of mind.
Her man comforted her by carefully caressing her body and fucking her cock every day.
Far from comforting, I only felt miserable. In fact, she was Violetta, and she didn’t want to have sex. Even so, when she gets fucked by a cock she can’t help but feel better and a lot. It’s because she’s already been in the man’s hands for too long.
Even now that I’ve come to the point where I feel pleasure even if I’m suddenly raped while I’m sleeping, I wondered what else to say.
The pleasure that a man gives is so great that he could think nothing of it as much as having sex. But once the bliss passed, all that remained was a feeling of emptiness. The fact that sex was the only means to forget her empty feelings again made her even more miserable. She was sticky like a spider’s web from which she could not escape. Just as her spider slowly melts away her prey, Violetta already has a hard time denying that she is a trapped butterfly.
The fact that, unlike her, she had no place to turn to for her heart, also played a part in driving her. If she had been like before, she would have gone to Ellie to be comforted, but now even that is not possible.
‘Also, as before, he may try to lay her hand on Ellie…….’
The man was frantic about severing her ties. If there’s someone he’s close with, he’ll stretch out his hand again without hesitation. He was the one who still harbors her guilt when he runs into Elena in her palace. She can’t help but feel the pressure if she’s going to date this guy on a private basis.
‘I want to run away.’
In my heart, I wanted to shake off everything and disappear somewhere. It really felt like what would happen if these days continued. No, in fact, it may have already happened. It was no longer normal for her to feel good about being stuck in her sleep thinking about her. Her body had already become strange a long time ago. Maybe even the mind.
‘But where?’
If she’s trying to escape, she’s already done it a few times. Once he returned to his feet, and once he was caught and returned. She knew better than anyone else that she had nowhere to run.
In the end, there was only one conclusion.
‘I want to die….’
The only remaining refuge. A thought you have every day.
Ever since she fell into the man’s hands, she hadn’t thought about dying for a single day. Although most attempts have failed.
***
“Ahhh…….”
Violetta groaned as her body trembled at the gentle caress.
The man massaged her soft body here and there as if massaging it, examining her reaction.
With her ongoing relationship, she is now able to enjoy her sex to some extent. He readily accepts her pleasure and does not reject her touch. Compared to the past, when I was busy denying my own pleasure, it can be said to be a great improvement.
However, the man still felt a bit lacking.
It’s very obedient, but something.
Should I say that one step is not enough?
Rather than accepting him, the feeling that he is just resigning himself.
From what he has experienced so far, none of human emotions are designed haphazardly. Everything has a reason for evolution. Resignation is also a type of self-defense mechanism. In short, the concept of maintaining the status quo. The person who has given up is now hard to get better, but it doesn’t get any worse. It’s because you give up a lot and accept things as they go.
Suddenly, Violetta wryly twisted her mouth and said,
“I can clearly see what you are thinking. At least, you must be thinking the same sinister thoughts as how you can make me completely yours.”
“Oh, after mixing our bodies every day, did we finally come to understand each other?”
“Sounds disgusting…….”
Steamed.
One stroke of the cock left Violetta speechless. She is busy holding back her moaning with her trembling body.
Barely pulling herself together, she continued her words.
“That’s enough. I don’t even think about rejecting your touch anymore. This body fell into your hands. All I want is more…… Aren’t you greedy? I don’t want to give up my heart to you. No matter how much you shake and caress me, there’s no way I’ll fall in love with you. In the first place, there’s no way people will like people like that…… ?”
It wasn’t a matter of wanting to or not wanting to. She was literally discussing the realm of the impossible. A denial of ability, not a denial of will. Because love wasn’t something I wanted to do.
“It’s not like I never tried to think good of you. I have also repeated my self-suggestion several times. If we love each other, maybe this situation won’t be painful, right? But no matter how hard I tried, only negative emotions filled me. That’s the conclusion. I can’t love you It was the worst since the first meeting, so it can’t be helped.”
“Well.”
“Couldn’t you have been a little more kind to me? He has a nice face, so if he had met him normally, he might have had a crush on him.”
Violetta sarcastically pretended to be relaxed. It was clear that every part of her body was twitching little by little, but the man didn’t bother pointing it out.
He shrugged his shoulders.
“So, didn’t you think about using me politically from the first meeting? Was there a chance to develop into a crush between a man and a woman?”
“…… Before that, you raped the maid in front of me. Who do you blame?”
“Is it so?”
I don’t even remember. Like someone else.
Violetta pressed her lips together as if she had no further feelings to confide in.
Today’s provocation seems to have ended with this. He mechanically punched her on the butt as punishment.
Slap!
“Kyaa……!”
♥
Her pussy tightened with a scream.
Perhaps because of her constant stimulation of her desire for self-destruction, Violetta has a rather masochistic disposition. She trembles with pleasure not only from being strangled, but also from spanking her breasts or buttocks. She has become a complete pervert. Sometimes she wondered if she was provoking her because she wanted to be beaten.
Violetta taunts him, and he satisfies her masochistic needs her. It felt like some kind of play. It was a perverted play that old lovers would enjoy only to shake off boredom.
‘A boredom lover.’
She sometimes seemed to feel something similar to Violetta’s misfortune towards him during her sex with her. Like real boredom lovers.
It seemed that a strange emotional state was created, stained with hatred and pleasure, in a state of mental isolation with no place to rely on.
Boredom before you even try to fall in love. It must be a rather strange relationship.
He sensed that the situation was at an impasse. It seemed that it would take quite a bit of effort to make something more progress here.
It is not easy to give new stimulation, and the relationship between each other is ambiguous. Indeed, boredom might be the right word.
Maybe it’s time for a change.
After thinking about it for a while, he opened his mouth.
“Okay, there’s nothing I can’t hang out with at least once.”
“What?”
“I mean, do whatever you want. Did I ask you to treat me kindly? Try it once I don’t know if I can do that.”
“…… What the hell are you talking about Tell me so I can understand.”
Ignoring Violetta’s complaints, he pulled out her cock her.
Steamed.
“Ugh…… !”
Violetta flinched at the sensation of her glans scraping into her vagina.
He started wiping her cunt thoroughly with a tissue.
“What are you doing, what are you doing…… Haha.”
“Look.”
Put her clothes back on, tidy up her messy hair, and restore it to its original state. After tidying her up, he smiled contentedly and tapped her on the buttock.
“Rest now. I’ll go see you, so make yourself comfortable.”
“Now, wait.”
Embarrassed, he leaves her room, leaving Violetta alone.
He suddenly remembered an old story. This is a story from the West. The spirit of the north wind and the spirit of the sun made a bet with the traveler to see who would undress first. The north wind tried to undress the traveler with a strong wind, but the traveler only tightened his clothes because of the cold. The sun tried to take off his clothes with warmth, and the traveler took off his thick coat, unable to overcome the heat as he intended.
Violetta, a traveler in a thick coat.
She asked the man the way of the sun. If you love me, hug me.
But he was the north wind. The way you treat others is a strong wind. The essence is different from the warm sun.
I ask for warm sunlight, but… Well. Is the sunlight that the wind blows really normal sunlight by general standards?
The two do not know each other’s differences and gaps in perception.
The man decided to do whatever Violetta wanted.
