Come and Cry at My Funeral - Chapter 220
When he spoke formally, Freesia’s body, already flushed and heated with excitement, trembled intermittently.
She squirmed as if to delay the pleasure, but with her arms and legs firmly pinned by him, her efforts were meaningless.
The thick pillar moved vigorously between her soaked outer lips, stimulating her sensitive spots.
Though it wasn’t the same as being filled inside, the heat of pleasure had no room to escape from the cozy nest the bed had become.
As her vision turned white, the intense stimulation made Freesia burst into tears, unable to endure it any longer.
“Aah, ah……!”
It was a pleasure that left her craving more, as she wasn’t fully satisfied.
But this time, she couldn’t bring herself to beg lewdly, because of the weight of the belly she supported with her hands—
And because of Izar’s hands, which intertwined with hers.
“I love you, Freesia.”
Even as he clung to her desperately, he panted like someone whose thoughts were broken.
Just like that day when, at eighteen, he had run around frantically searching for the shepherd girl who had disappeared over something as trivial as a lamb.
Just like when her tunic clung to her wet shoulders, and he had panicked and fled the scene.
Why hadn’t she tried to swim out of the lake back then? It wasn’t that deep—she could’ve escaped with just a little effort.
Why hadn’t she wanted to live?
“I love you, so… Please, just this once……”
“Mmngh……”
Their lips met, their bodies drenched in desire. As their intertwined breaths briefly pulled apart, Freesia fumbled, struggling to speak.
“I also— AH! Hnnngh!”
Her c******s, pressed mercilessly against the thick pillar, was repeatedly stimulated, drawing muffled sobs from her lips.
The veins, swollen with arousal, brushed against the sensitive crevice, sending vibrations through her entire body like a tightly wound string being strummed to its limit.
“I like you, too, Izar……”
Even as tears fell, Freesia covered her mouth with both hands. But the words had already escaped and couldn’t be taken back.
She still hated him for making their first child a bastard like her.
So why was her heart so unbearably foolish?
“Unngh, aahhngh!”
Her single confession caused Izar to lift one of her ankles into the air.
As he brushed against her a few more times between her spread legs, Freesia couldn’t withstand the pleasure that had been building and crumbled first.
The tremors of her contracting, convulsing core were fully transmitted to Izar.
As he bit into the nape of her neck, a groan of heated desperation escaped him.
The pleasure left behind a burning sensation as it slowly receded.
But the night was still long, and the bed, surrounded by thick fabric on all sides, was a perfect space for them to forget everything and explore each other.
Their entangled limbs showed no sign of separating, and with every renewed thrust and moan, the air grew even hotter.
Like the nests of wild birds clinging to each other for warmth in the depths of winter.
***
After the long, heated lovemaking, Freesia fell asleep as if fainting.
Was it because it had been so long since she had slept in this room?
Memories drifted past her eyes as if covered by a translucent black veil.
They were no longer surprising—just moments she was familiar with.
The last moments of her life in Izar’s bedroom, even in her dreams, remained pathetic.
〈When will I wake up from this dream.〉
Freesia passively lived through the moment of her second failed suicide attempt.
Although her ‘husband’ had quickly cut the rope from her neck, her body still throbbed painfully, even in the dream.
But what she saw next made her eyebrows quiver slightly.
Her ‘husband,’ dressed in black armor, was holding her tightly in his arms…
〈When did that person ever do that?〉
To her recollection, there was never a time when he had held her so closely while wearing armor like that.
〈I feel like I’m going to go insane from fear……〉
Her ‘husband’ was speaking while holding her tightly. His tone was desperate, like someone clinging to their only lifeline while drowning.
〈I’m terrified of what might happen to you while I’m gone…〉
She didn’t know this version of him.
The man Freesia knew had always been cold or quick to anger.
She had never seen him in such a precarious state, like a shard of glass teetering on the edge of a nightstand.
She couldn’t understand why he was so anxious now.
What she understood even less was her own reaction.
〈I will wait for you, Izar.〉
In his arms, as if she would melt into him, she reached out and patted his back.
〈Here, always…〉
When had she ever whispered such words?
She couldn’t believe it, and her head felt heavy, as though submerged in water.
But disbelief aside, her ‘husband’ held her desperately until the very end.
Until dawn broke and the cold winter sunlight awakened Freesia from her dream.
