Salvation of the Fallen - Chapter 18
“You should answer.”
The man’s thick fingers gripped Arsena’s gr*in so strongly it felt like it would tear the flesh. Feeling the man’s body heat penetrating as if it would pierce her skin in an instant, Arsena gritted her teeth. If she didn’t, it felt like a lewd moan would escape.
“Hm? Arsena.”
The man pressed two fingers together, inserting them around Arsena’s cl*toris, and slowly rubbed up and down, urging her. It was still twitching and convulsing. The stimulation, too intense due to her heightened sensitivity, made Arsena’s lips part helplessly.
“I, haah, I, I like it.”
Arsena could no longer hold back the moans escaping her. Her whole body was tingling with excitement. Even the copious fl*ids flowing down her thighs felt stimulating.
“Such a wanton.”
Slap-. With a twisted smile, the man’s thick palm struck her convulsing g*nitals hard. Arsena trembled at the electrifying pain as her cl*toris was hit. Even this felt stimulating, making her feel wanton, just as the man said.
“Hngh.”
“You should answer.”
The man’s thick fingers gripped Arsena’s g***n so strongly it felt like it would tear the flesh. Feeling the man’s body heat penetrating as if it would pierce her skin in an instant, Arsena gritted her teeth. If she didn’t, it felt like a lewd moan would escape.
“Hm? Arsena.”
The man pressed two fingers together, inserting them around Arsena’s c******s, and slowly rubbed up and down, urging her. It was still twitching and convulsing. The stimulation, too intense due to her heightened sensitivity, made Arsena’s lips part helplessly.
“I, haah, I, I like it.”
Arsena could no longer hold back the moans escaping her. Her whole body was tingling with excitement. Even the copious fl*ids flowing down her thighs felt stimulating.
“Such a wanton.”
Slap-. With a twisted smile, the man’s thick palm struck her convulsing g******s hard. Arsena trembled at the electrifying pain as her c******s was hit. Even this felt stimulating, making her feel wanton, just as the man said.
“Hngh.”
The man pressed his palm against Arsena’s dripping lower parts, rubbing strongly. Forced pl*asure. Under those torturous touches, Arsena trembled helplessly again. Her heated g******s throbbed, and heat rose throughout her body. A lewd heat spread through her abdomen. An unforgivable pleasure pierced through Arsena like lightning.
“Haa, nngh.”
As she moaned in ecstasy, the man’s thick-jointed fingers delved into her twitching entrance. Arsena’s body froze for a moment at the foreign sensation deep inside her, which had entered without resistance.
“Breathe. It won’t break, so stop clenching.”
The man’s languid breath echoed in Arsena’s ear as he gripped her br*ast with his other hand. As the fingers that had squeezed into the tight space slowly probed her entrance, her lower parts throbbed as if all the blood in her body had rushed there.
“F**k. So tight it might burst.”
Just as she thought she had gotten used to it, the fingers probing her entrance increased to two. Her soaked opening stretched tightly, swallowing the man’s fingers.
“Haa. Hngh.”
The scissoring motion that started inside her v*gina, as if stretching the entrance, scr*ped her deep inner walls and dug between the folds. Her two feet, which had been struggling to stand, curled up, and Arsena’s clenched hands twisted strangely.
“Hnnngh.”
Finally, fluid burst from her g******s as if she were urinating. The tightly curled muscles expanded at once like a cat stretching its paws. Arsena’s n*ked body, twisted like someone struck by lightning, convulsed greatly.
Still, the man didn’t stop his ominous touches. He struck her g******s more roughly and stimulated her swollen c******s with the edge of his raised hand. The fluid Arsena released splashed everywhere, and her trembling limbs shook violently. The l*quid that flowed down her thighs w*t the top of her feet. All that flowed out copiously was Arsena’s.
“Hngh. Ha, hnng.”
As if to pull out her heart that was throbbing like it would burst, the man violently gripped Arsena’s chest. Arsena’s blue eyes, like water, were inflamed with cl*max and stained with pleasure. With a beast-like expression. Just as the man had forced.
The man sank his teeth into Arsena’s elongated nape as she floundered in her climax. Even that made Arsena shudder strongly as if it were a signal of pleasure. It was true joy.
3. The Tail of Misfortune
[Evil is a malicious being, so the servant of God should always be wary of evil. It will test your fate with hardship and despair, sometimes with sweet temptation, do not trust its womb.]
“Where’s my sister?”
Rosalyn, who had fainted at the terrifying sight of her family members as if possessed by demons, woke up. After suffering from a fever for three days and nights, her first experience with such illness, Rosalyn asked, and the nanny raised her voice in response.
“Young Master Morpheus put her in the Room of Repentance. It’s not enough to whip her and chase her out. He’s too merciful, I say.”
“Why?”
The Room of Repentance? It was nothing more than a prison, despite its fancy name. It was the method Viareche chose instead of cutting off the limbs of guilty servants like other nobles did. Although it was called a merciful measure, no one could endure long in that pitch-dark room where not a single ray of light entered. Before a day passed, chilling cries could be heard, and before a week passed, people went mad. It was a place where people screamed for atonement, calling out God’s name. Everyone who came out of that room had lost their fingernails. It was from scratching at the walls, searching for an escape in the pitch-black darkness.
Why would Arsena be locked in a place where only servants who committed serious crimes were sent? Rosalyn tilted her head. She couldn’t understand the nanny’s words.
“Miss… Don’t you remember? That ungrateful wench… I mean, Miss Arsena stole your jewels.”
The colorful accusations against Arsena and Morpheus’s punishment. Even praise for the merciful Countess who ended it with just a punishment when others would have immediately cast her out. Faced with the incessantly chattering nanny, Rosalyn remained silent. She couldn’t grasp what had gone wrong or what she should say.
“Ah…”
It was she who had ruined everything. It had become irreversible. She couldn’t say it was all a misunderstanding now. If those faces of her family members who had screamed at Arsena like demons were to turn towards her… If she were to be locked in the Room of Repentance… The nanny’s expression grew serious at Rosalyn’s blank face.
“…Do you really not remember?”
“…No. Not at all.”
Looking at the flustered nanny’s face, Rosalyn slowly nodded. It was the best the young Rosalyn could do.
***
A child blessed by God.
That’s what people who knew nothing called Arsena. For an orphan to work in a noble household was already a great honor. It was unprecedented for a lowly orphan to be registered in a noble family’s registry.
How fortunate it was for a lowly orphan, and not even at a young age, to be adopted. How great the Count and Countess were to bestow such grace. She had to listen to the praises of the Count’s family dozens, hundreds of times in front of strangers. Every time she faced these fairytale-like stories riddled with lies, she found it hard to breathe. But Arsena nodded with empty eyes like a displayed doll. It wasn’t a difficult task.
They wouldn’t know. The terrible misfortune of that child blessed by God.
From the moment she received the name Katarini, Arsena felt as if she had stepped into hell. To the point where she missed the damp stench of her old village with its irretrievable shadows.
The Count who suddenly left, Viareche’s gaze that constantly scrutinized her. Morpheus’s merciless attitude that despised her, and Rosalyn’s demonic kindness that bordered between rudeness and innocence.
Even when locked in the Room of Repentance without a ray of light due to a misunderstanding caused by Rosalyn, Arsena just hugged herself and waited. If only the fainted Rosalyn would wake up, she would clear up this humiliating misunderstanding. Holding onto such a thin hope.
How many days had passed? Arsena realized this only after vomiting bile. That something was going wrong. That there was no hope for her. That there was still room to fall further.
“Because of you, Rosalyn lost her memory.”
In the end, the story conveyed through Morpheus drove Arsena to despair in the darkness. It was too late now. No. Even if she said she hadn’t stolen anything from the beginning, who would have believed her? She knew that no one would listen to the truth coming from her own mouth, no matter how much she denied it.
She sensed that when she left the room consumed by darkness, she would face an even greater darkness. Arsena intuited her fate of being entangled in misfortune without being able to escape.
After being dragged out into the light, contemptuous gazes followed her wherever she went in the Count’s mansion. The whispering sounds grew louder day by day. As if whispering in her ear. Everyone avoided her as if she were a bug and pointed fingers. It was an outcome she had already anticipated.
