I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

191 – Similar (14)

Lilia trembled with anxiety. Whether it’s because of the city where she can’t see the sky because it’s blocked in all directions, or because of the magic that she can’t use because of the rules that have arisen in this city, or because she wants to use all this stuffiness as an excuse to hide it.

She didn’t even know herself.

But she was certain that she was at the bottom of her anxiety now.

“Hurry up, I’m sleepy too.”

It was a one-sided coercion. Like a butterfly licking her nectar close to a flower, Lillia urged Iva, bringing her mouth closer.

Lillia’s breathing got rougher as Eva’s breath touched her mouth. A slight tremor crept into her exhaled breath.

Her quiet gray eyes stared at her.

“Lilia, you’re weird right now.”

“You are really strange. Are you saying that you don’t want to go out because you’ve been separated from your mother for how long? What do I think of you and how do I confine you…”

“I’ve said it many times before, Lilia.”

Lillia folded her own hand over her pale hand. Her two body temperatures mixed and she sank to a sticky, lukewarm sensation. Her gray eyes narrowed in displeasure.

“I’m not particularly happy about being chained by you.”

But there was no wavering in the eyes of her Lilia.

“The reason I’m under you is because you try to dominate me with words, and I know that in reality you will have an equal relationship with me, and you did. I don’t like being dominated by someone, even if it’s someone I like. .”

The reason I was ‘below’ you, past tense. A doctor of apparent escape. Lillia’s eyes were still unmoving. But her breathing became rough. She slowly lowered her gaze to his lips.

His breath passed between her lips as she opened to speak, and the humidity and vibration touched her neck.

“And I don’t like tying someone down either.”

Lilia stroked his cheek again and again. Slowly she sat her own body on top of his legs. Even though she wasn’t comfortable with her hard touch, she was able to calm Lillia’s heart.

“Do not be bound by me, Lilia. Live in your freedom.”

Lillia replied, squeezing his legs with her thighs.

“What are you talking about?”

I honestly couldn’t understand. I’m bound by Eva? Just looking at the papers, you can see that he is bound to himself. Actually it is. Lillia takes Eva, not Eva takes Lillia.

Of course, sometimes the reverse happens, but it is only temporary.

“I am not bound by you. But you must be bound by me. You must be mine… You must not leave my side… Yes, you are my heart. You must not be separated from me.” , I have to stay by your side, I have to live and breathe. Love flows by my side like blood…”

Lillia slowly brought her lips close to Eva. Just before their lips met, she whispered to end her words.

“My slave.”

Immediately, lips and lips overlapped. Mucosa and mucous membrane contacted each other and shared each other’s warmth, just like the overlapping hands. It mixed and blended and gradually changed to a lukewarm temperature. Blood temperature.

Lillia took Eva’s hand, which she had just plucked, and lifted it up. She then put her fingers between them and interlocked them. The contact of her skin increased, the blood flow gradually increased, and the heat in her body rose.

Her short kiss ended, and Lilia let out a breath that was deeper, sticky, and hotter than before.

“Hold me with the other arm. Come to me from your side this time.”

She wrapped her other clasped arm behind Eva’s neck. Slowly she hugged him towards her own, overlapping her chest. Her breasts, which were not very large but clearly showed off her presence, were gently pressed. Her heartbeat was shared.

“Can’t I…? Hurry up…”

As if in pain, he urged and groaned. Eva moved her head as it were without her sighing. A little was enough for her.

She crossed her lips once again.

“Ahhh… Side.. Chewy…”

She stuck her tongue out as if it were natural. She didn’t even know who put it in first. However, it wasn’t Eva that she was being trampled on, it was Lillia’s mouth. Like a butterfly caught in her web, she struggled and the more she struggled, the deeper she entangled herself.

She wrapped his arms around her Lillia’s back and pulled her violently towards herself.

“Huh…?”

Her breasts were pressed closer together, and those soft breasts were compressed and swelled. She was rough The movement of her tongue also became rougher. A long stream of silver saliva dripped from Lillia’s lips. Her tongue occasionally touched the air, then went back into her mouth and was played one-sidedly.

“Haeup… Chu… Ahh… Chu…”

Lilia happily accepted even such a treatment as if she liked it.

On the other hand, Eva felt a deep body odor from Lillia. Sweet scent. A dreamy smell created by mixing her perfume and body odor. She couldn’t feel it until she got this close, as her sense of smell wasn’t enhanced anymore.

She also felt the scent of her Eva. Her body odor, the charcoal-like smell of her blood, and the smell of her mother’s cologne, now almost completely gone.

Many emotions crossed over.

Not just emotions, but saliva, temperature, breath, friction, and heartbeat.

Kissing is not just the contact of the contact membrane. It was a work that filled my heart, and it was a process of looking at the lovely eyes falling asleep.

“Uhhhhh”

Things like that have always been shared. But today, only one of the things that had been exchanged was missing.

mana.

The moment when the kiss first started. No matter how many meanings were added to the kiss, its root was in the exchange of magical powers.

Originally, this kiss was a benevolent attempt to save this poor sleepless child, despite the shame.

“Chuuu…”

It was a gift for this poor slave. It was for Eva.

But now Lilia knows. She couldn’t help but realize.

The kiss we’re sharing right now doesn’t mean that.

No, it wasn’t from the past.

A kiss only for Lilia’s satisfaction. These rough touches and tongue movements are just gifts for yourself that you happily accept and accept.

“Puha…”

The long kiss came to an end. Lilia dozed off even more.

“Some more…”

It’s enough for her to approach her, but she dared to ask Eva. An attitude that can seem passive at first glance.

Eva did not refuse. She bowed her head once more. Before I knew it, Lillia’s hand, which was on Iva’s back, became tight, and a mark appeared on the hem of his shirt.

“Huh… Hmm…”

She let out a gleeful groan as she caught his lips and tongue.

Mercy for Iva? It’s not like that.

The meaning has long since changed. I can’t pinpoint exactly when. It’s already come a long way for that.

Lilia knows. This kiss is nothing but satisfaction for me.

She thought she went to visit the flowers. She thought she took his body, the nectar.

No. It was a spider web resembling a flower. Even if she tries to run away, she can’t escape and keeps getting entangled.

“Aren’t you sleepy yet…? Let’s do some more… Huh? Do more…”

He begged for affection like a herd, and Eba answered him without any resistance.

I could not count how many times I overlapped her lips. She couldn’t tell if the saliva left in her mouth was his or his own.

The identity written on the document is Lilia as the master and Iva as the slave. She actually thought the same.

I tried to think that way.

Lilia knows.

It is not he who is bound now, it is me;

No matter how much the owner is overlaid, the truth is clear.

And now, he is able to sleep without receiving magic power, and he is unilaterally adapting to himself.

“I love you… I love you…”

Lilia suddenly muttered as she madly kissed her. Did her groaning voice, which she inadvertently spit out in an ecstatic sense, became a language, or was she just a reflection of her heart that she wanted to tell the truth.

She wasn’t sure even Lilia herself.

But one thing is certain: the time I share with Eba is sweet, and I hope this time will last forever.

But it is impossible. He is trying to get away from himself. With this body that can live without his help, he wants to live in this city, which is small but has everything.

Lilia doesn’t want that. She wants him not to be human. He always wants to be by his side. It’s a terrible, selfish idea that she finds herself outrageous even thinking about.

That’s why Lilia wants to leave this city. She was created by demons and elves and she wants to get out of this terrible city.

But this is not on his mind. After all, no matter how close he is, he and himself are strangers, so their thoughts cannot become the same.

It was always like that. Lilia doesn’t understand Eva, and Eva doesn’t understand Lilia.

Lilia knows.

That Eva loves herself.

Lilia knows.

Iba is jealous of her.

Lilia knows.

Iva knows how much she wants to be like herself, and she longs for that.

I want this authority to freely go around the world, the authority to take responsibility for my own work.

I remembered the ordeal.

Prove him innocent.

What is the sin he has now?

The greatest sin is slaughter against elves? Or causing a demonic consciousness just by being there? People you’ve killed in the past? People who hurt you?

Wherever he was, misfortune bloomed. Was the misfortune completely his fault?

All faults cannot be attributed to one person.

The division of responsibilities is nothing more than a human effort.

As if this city was now isolated from the world by demons.

Human beings put individuals into the order they have created, and hold those who deviate from the mold accountable and blame them.

Responsibilities can never be made clear.

It was the same in his case.

The elves died because they attacked first, the reason they attacked was because they invaded the forest, the reason Iva invaded the forest is to hide, the reason they hide is because there was a fact they didn’t want to find out, and that fact was because of the devil. , Because the devil had a worshiper, because a worshiper was born, and life is life.

The responsibility did not lie with only one person. A cause calls for a cause, and again calls for a new cause. After going around and around like that, everyone was a sinner.

Everything bites its tail.

Everything influenced each other.

A never-ending cycle of responsibility.

The cycle of sin.

Lilia knows.

Only Iva is not guilty, and the reason he worships freedom so much now is not simply because of his inclination.

Environment, experience, desire, these are all interlocking tendencies.

Poor compensation psychology.

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Perhaps he rejoices in freedom, but has anxiety behind it. So he couldn’t have refused Lilia’s insistence.

Can he, who has already committed countless sins, be free? Such anxiety.

He left a stigma on himself because he couldn’t love himself. The more he enjoys freedom, the more he will collapse someday.

Lilia knows.

Iva is strict with herself.

Therefore, it is necessary for others to be kind to him.

She can now oblige him that he has barely found freedom, that she must settle this city.

Does he have the right to tell you to become a demon again, to be hated, to sleep poorly and to tremble with anxiety?

Is it right to threaten you to live only as a slave to me, and to be bound as well since you were bound?

“Iva…”

I could feel Eva’s eyes slowly closing. Eva’s eyes closed, having consumed most of her stamina with her kiss. She was exhausted from kissing too long. So did Lilia. Her breathing became heavy. She took a few quick breaths and calmed her weary body.

Lillia muttered as she put her gray eyes that were blurring like that.

“…You don’t have to solve the city’s problems.”

Tears flowed from her bright, butterfly-like eyes.

“You don’t have to feel guilty. You just have to be yourself. Stay confident.”

In the end, I had no choice but to admit it.

“You can be free. You can be free from sin. Your sins are not your own. They are in me who moved you and in this world you forced you to take responsibility.”

Lilia was determined.

“…Since we are all sinners, it’s as if there are no sinners in this world.”

Let’s not borrow his power to solve this problem.

If he blocks you, let’s accept it humbly.

If you can’t get out of this city no matter how much you resist…

Let’s approach him again in a new form.

“Therefore, you are innocent. There are no shackles, so move as you please. Do as you please. I, the master, will allow it.”

Perhaps in the form of a wife.

“Be free.”

[Congratulations on passing the ordeal!]

Since everyone in this world is a sinner, paradoxically, sinners disappear.

Everyone is the same, so specialness disappears.

Since it is indistinguishable, it cannot exist.

I lay down with the celebration of the ordeal running through my head. It was at the same time as Iba.

The two closed their eyes as they faced each other.

It is the first night of the new Eternus.

It was a night to pray that it would not be the last.