I Will Die for You, My Darling! - Chapter 52
Chapter 52
Isaac’s entire body felt like a furnace. Arietta clung to him, her limbs entwined with his. ‘This isn’t the time to be enjoying this. I’m supposed to die…’ Isaac, oblivious to her thoughts, continued to stroke and caress her, his movements less about pursuing pleasure and more about confirming her presence. He didn’t rush her, savoring every subtle flinch as he moved within her. Finally, Arietta, who had asked for gentleness, changed her tune.
“A little faster…” She shifted her hips restlessly. Isaac wrapped his arms around her waist. Their lips met without hesitation. As their mouths fused, Isaac remembered kissing her when she had lain still as a corpse. Now, her small tongue darted out to meet his, retreating playfully, then boldly wrapping around his.
The only sounds were the wet slickness of their bodies and the rustle of fabric against sheets. The night was silent, as if they were the only two people in the world. Arieta lost herself in the sensation. Despite everything, she was a romantic.
Isaac’s weight pressed down on her as he began to move faster, his rhythm intensifying. Arietta slipped her hand beneath his stomach, rubbing her c**t in small circles.
“Wanton,” he murmured, his low voice vibrating against her ear. The accusation held a strange satisfaction. Isaac pulled back slightly, watching her heighten her own pleasure. His vision was as clear as day.
Unashamed, Arietta moved her hand more frantically. The faster and more forceful the slapping sounds became, the tighter her eyes squeezed shut, her brow furrowing. A large hand gripped her hips. The familiar wave crashed over her.
“Haa!” Arieta reached her peak first, her damp hand clutching the sheets as her back arched. Isaac, as if to prevent her escape, pulled her closer, holding her down.
“Ahh…!” Arietta writhed, a wave of pleasure and Isaac’s release washing over her, chasing away the last vestiges of sleep. It was over in a flash. After the cl1max, Arietta’s body quickly succumbed to exhaustion. Isaac, still unsatisfied, shifted his hips, preparing for a second act, but her consciousness drifted away. “I don’t like sleeping with a sleeping partner,” Isaac muttered. But for Arietta, it was unavoidable. ‘He’s still not saying he’ll stop…’
***
The next day, the gardens of the glass dome were abuzz with activity. The air, soil, and water within the dome were generally clean. However, maintaining that purity required constant vigilance. Like changing the water in a fish tank, the well and soil needed regular purification. The downstream pollution was relentless. The day after the Remains Retrieval team’s visit, all the servants were tasked with the “cleansing.”
This ensured the inhabitants of the glass dome could enjoy pristine resources for a while. The task was crucial, so Isaac supervised it personally. A strict overseer, he tolerated no slacking, and everyone worked diligently under his watchful eye. Idle chatter, however, was permitted, offering some respite from the arduous labor.
“If they haven’t found it after 25 attempts, they probably never will,” someone remarked. “Exactly. Remains become harder to find over time, don’t they?”
The downstream soil corroded everything quickly and efficiently, consuming without a trace.
“So why do they keep coming back if they have so little hope?”
“And it’s just remains, not a living creature. Why are they so desperate to find them?”
“What kind of remains are they looking for anyway?”
“I don’t know.” Speculation ran wild. But regardless of the theories, the consensus was that the Sky City’s Remains Retrieval team was unlikely to succeed.
