[Side Story] Laura de Charles Ruergue—White Night (White Night)
A lingering feeling that rushes in languidly.
Correcting her blurred focus while being held against her strong chest, Laura raised her body with Fersen.
Perhaps because my fever had subsided, it was too cold to wipe my body outside, so I came inside the hut and wiped my body with a clean cloth.
‘Ah.’
Then, as a trickle of semen began to trickle out from the tip of his half-erect glans, Laura naturally knelt down in front of the brazier.
Fersen lightly placed his hand on his head, saying that there was no need for that, but Laura grabbed Fersen’s penis with her slender fingers and pushed it into her small mouth, cupping her cheeks.
Jjoop……
It was a sticky semen that didn’t have a very good texture, but Laura swallowed it whole, licking the bottom of the glans with her tongue and slowly removed her head.
Then, as the large hand that had forgotten its original purpose gently stroked her head, Laura gently kissed the tip of his glans.
The grotesque penis once again became erect and pressed gently against his cheek.
“…… “
Laura looked up at Fersen with her eyes raised, wondering what to do, but before he could open his mouth, he gradually pushed his ugly penis into his small mouth.
I feel sorry for Fersen for worrying about me, and I offer him s*xual service that he can accept purely without any worries.
“Wow…… ! Hmm…… !”
As he pushed his penis, which was difficult to fit properly, into his small mouth, his jaw suddenly became sore, but Laura, with her red lips pursed, clumsily rolled her tongue around him.
Crack.
Is it because the light burning through the firewood in the furnace casts a vivid shadow?
The sight of Laura squatting naked, legs spread, licking the male genitals was truly erotic.
“Cough!”
Then, perhaps deciding that it would no longer be possible to keep it in her mouth, Laura coughed and coughed up the genitals, gently licking the testicles and tracing the genitals with her delicate hands.
From Fersen’s point of view, Laura’s appearance was so lewd that he was deeply moved by it.
Following that, the genitals vibrated vigorously, and Laura gently licked the area around the prominent vein as if playing a harmonica, and stimulated the tip of the glans rather roughly with her curled index finger and thumb.
Laura didn’t know whether to like it or not when she saw Fersen trying to ejaculate in an instant, probably because she really liked the technique.
It seems that she likes this kind of vulgar service that she can receive from prostitutes in her vagina more than her own vagina.
Glap……
Although she was a little offended, Laura didn’t show it and stuck out her tongue to gently tickle the area around the urethra.
However, when she stretched out one hand and gently caressed her testicles, a thick stream of white semen soon erupted.
She opened her mouth as wide as possible, but her cackling monster was spraying seeds around her eyes and on the bridge of her nose.
The feel of her thick, flowing liquid was not very pleasant, so I wanted to quickly wipe it off, but Laura lightly touched the area around her glans and sucked out the remaining semen.
Sigh.
Only then did she manage to get up, wipe the semen off her face, and get dressed.
However, the shape of her mouth seemed to be quite sloppy, so Fersen bent down slightly and straightened it.
I really don’t want to act like a fool.
Today I feel like I want to be especially prank on Fersen……
“Oh, please hug me…” … “
Laura made a request to Fersen in a quiet voice.
Without any hesitation, a large hand carried her like a princess and carried her to the cot, and Laura curled up in the wide embrace and buried her face.
* * * * *
The next day, the trip still continued.
But maybe it was because I knew that this trip alone with Fersen would soon end.
Laura looked more closely at the scenery around him, trying to capture it with her crimson eyes.
Not subject to anyone’s interference.
This will be the only time when her man named Fersen von Schweigruerg will exist solely as her own husband.
* * * * *
Based on the shape of the moon I saw last time, I calculated that the full moon will rise in this area today.
With Isabel’s help, there seemed to be no need to move while consuming her magical power, so Fersen held Laura’s hand and walked through the snow field with her.
The dense trees rising tightly are trees other than the Christmas trees that can often be seen in Lee Seo-jin’s memories.
However, since that tree was a Korean fir tree, a species endemic to Korea, it was actually a tree that could not naturally exist here.
This is probably the result of the author arbitrarily associating it with a foreign tree and combining it with the setting of the northern region.
It was proof of how crude this world was, but Fersen looked down at Laura, wondering what it mattered now.
Sabak.
Sabak.
Your legs will be buried in the snow, so it will take a lot of stamina.
The slender body moves steadily forward without showing any sign of difficulty.
It has to be that way.
Animals that reproduce from generation to generation inherit their unique, strong habits through their genes.
How to be nervous when encountering a natural enemy, how to act, etc.
And if Laura is the last lineage of the Count of Genoa, her ideal of being unaffected by eccentricities is undoubtedly a wish engraved in her blood.
Of course, she cannot say that it is not her personal wish.
Jeobbuk.
“…… “
Laura stops her steps.
Fersen followed her and stopped.
The time on the pocket watch in my small hand is already 10 PM.
She was Laura, who had been walking through this pure white world wondering if the night was simply coming late, but her doubts disappeared completely.
The sun does not set beyond the horizon.
The blue sky does not try to cover the darkness.
As usual, night came and under the rising full moon, there were no beasts to suffer from eccentricities.
Only a slender woman was standing, contemplating the world with undisturbed reason.
“Ha.”
Laura let go of Fersen’s hand that was holding her and took the steps she had stopped.
Even taking off her outer clothes, she raised her head as her whole body welcomed the cold wind blowing.
“Ahahahaha…… “
Is it because it is a pure white world covered under a particularly bright sky?
Laura’s memories of that day came to the surface very clearly.
My father gorged on human flesh.
A mother who had s*x with an animal.
My older brother cut up the bodies of crying people and put them back together.
He was the one who captured alive the children from the orphanage whom he had loved and killed them.
‘Even for us who are cursed…… ‘
Thinking that there was a land where she could live safely, Laura had Isabel, who had taken over her control from Fersen, create her tombstone.
The mark of treason branded through the assassination of the royal family did not even dare to allow the creation of a tomb, so this is the atonement that the witch who dragged her family to extinction must make.
He then engraves a pattern of a snake biting its own tail, symbolizing the Count of Genoa, and leaves an inscription there.
“…… “
No, Laura didn’t want to leave a message.
What they, who were revered as special in the world, always yearned for was extreme normality.
So, is there anything more fitting than that tombstone, which is placed in a crude state and will one day crumble over time?
The people buried here are not extraordinary people who dominated an era with exceptional talent.
It is not a tomb where people who were exterminated for the crime of treason are buried, but rather ordinary members of a family called Genoa.
Yes.
Buried as a person, not a monster, that’s all.
And Fersen, who was standing behind her, felt familiar from the names written on the tombstones.
Because it is Isabelle Ron-Pierre of Genoa, a rare witch of the Ernest Empire.
Because it was the name of her family who lived at the same time as her and shared her blood.
But what was puzzling here was why Laura was crying so mournfully after making their graves.
Sorrow assimilated in the process of receiving feedback from Isabelle’s memories through the commonality of suffering from eccentricity?
No, if that was the reason, Isabel’s grave should also be placed there.
‘Laura. You can’t believe it…… ‘
Because of this, there is only one hypothesis that reaches the end of the reasoning.
The reason she showed such a high rate of assimilation with Isabelle is not because she is of the same lineage, but because she truly has her own memories intact.
In other words, a woman named Laura de Charles Rosenberg is the reincarnation of a witch named Isabelle Ron-Pierre Genoa.
‘So that’s why you called me a brat back then?’
Fersen pursed her lips, realizing that the discomfort she experienced when meeting her in the North, suffering from her eccentricity, and the doubts she had ignored at the time, were only now resolved.
No, rather, thinking that there would be no chance for her to open her mouth except now, Fersen spoke to the crying Laura.
“Laura…… “The midnight sun is not a phenomenon that lasts forever all year round.”
In order not to upset her for no reason, she tried to give her hints to calm down her emotions later, but……
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If she were the witch who destroyed her family and disappeared into history with her own hands, then the meaning of the midnight sun would not be a simple utopia.
It seemed like if she didn’t open her mouth right now, when her emotions were so intense because of her
, It would reach out to her as just an excuse.
Even if Laura wanted to stay here, Fersen couldn’t, but since the midnight sun is not a permanent phenomenon in the first place, it is meaningless.
However, the meaning conveyed could be quite different depending on the perspective.
Is the truth truly conveyed?
Is the truth conveyed through excuses?
The difference was clear.
“As it is greatly influenced by latitude, if you go further to the pole, the period will increase…… Still, it cannot exceed 200 days.”
Even if the world has achieved a civilization that does not fit the historical background, astronomical concepts cannot keep up with modern times.
However, since Seojin Lee only knew the brief results, Fersen was not confident in persuading Laura if she asked her to provide a logical proof.
Eventually, when Laura looked back at herself, Fersen found her speechless for a moment, but she did not avoid the tearful crimson eyes.
Isabel Ron Pierre Genoa.
A peer who has walked a very similar path as herself, suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder, is like facing a mirror.
And yet, it was headed down the worst possible path—a situation no different from persuading oneself.
Because of this, the current Fersen may be showing the most disheveled appearance since the moment when he revealed the truth about her obsession to Euphemia.
“A half-hearted wife who suffers from eccentricity every time the full moon rises and cannot have children of her own…… It would certainly be cruel to expect it to be by my side in that form. Moreover, it might sound like a lie stemming from my selfishness of not being able to leave Uriel and Euphemia alone. “I don’t deny that.”
But Laura.
“…… “I am by no means deceiving you.”
I wouldn’t dare judge the value of the nightless sky given to this pure white land.
The essence is a utopia that is only superficial, a paradise that will not return to the place you run away from.
So, Laura.
“I…… “
Forever and ever.
“I will be your white night…… “
* * * * *
Fersen’s faintly resounding voice gently fell into Laura’s ears.
Isn’t this probably the first time that the man in front of me, Fersen, looks so disheveled?
A trembling weakness, like a child who has lost her mother’s hand and lost her way.
‘Really…… ‘
Is she cowardly trying to stimulate her own motherly love?
What if that were the case?
Whether it is a lie spouted before the midnight sun that lasts forever, or the truth, which is not in fact that.
On top of the ugliness of hurting her man named Fersen, the premise of Laura de Charles becoming happy as “Ruerg” Cannot be established.
Because of this, Laura answered with a smile that bloomed amidst her crying.
“Be sure to keep that promise…” … ”
Persen probably doesn’t know.
Yes.
The man in front of her will never realize it.
A pitch-black night when I lose my temper and suffer from the eccentricity of the full moon.
At the point when he remembered the rough and clumsy warmth that always held him by her side……
‘You…’ … ‘
It was already my white night.
