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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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“Mom, wait. Just wait a second, I’m a little dizzy, let me take a deep breath.”
You said she would be back late in the evening, Elena.
“No, I mean… I know Mom’s been through a lot and needs comfort, right? So…”
You said the carriages from the academy were few and slow, and even if she came early, she would arrive around sunset, Elena.
“No, I mean… who is that? Huh? Mom, even if that man was trash, isn’t this a bit… too sudden? Too soon, right?”
So you said we could take our time preparing for guests, Elena.
“Alice, please listen to me. Evan isn’t the kind of person you think he is.”
Elena avoided my gaze, pretending to be busy.
She, the cause of this whole mess, walked into the kitchen as if nothing had happened, determined to ignore the consequences of her miscalculation.
I heard the clatter of trays and the sound of the kettle being put on the stove.
“Evan? Did you just say Evan? I’ve heard that name. There was a male slave who came here. Wait, are you saying that man is Evan? The one who was just making out with you is a slave?”
Isabelle seemed to be trying to explain things favorably about me.
But she still hadn’t removed the pubic hair stuck to her mouth, her blouse was haphazardly buttoned, and her hastily tied hair looked like she had just woken up.
Her lips were glossy, and her face was still flushed.
There was no way she could rationally persuade Alice in that state.
“Yes, he’s the Evan you know.”
“Mom!”
Alice didn’t resemble Isabelle in the slightest.
Unlike Isabelle’s gentle and delicate features, Alice’s eyes were sharp and fox-like, giving her a fierce impression.
Her hair was also a vibrant red.
Her braids, hastily done for her studies at the academy, swayed with every movement, and her chest, as if hinting at an unfortunate past, was small.
And when she yelled, Isabelle cowered like a scolded student.
I wanted to escape this awkward situation, but I couldn’t stand up, nor could I comfortably remain seated.
“A-Alice…”
“Mom! Why are you with a slave? Huh? Are you crazy? Mom, more than half of slaves are trash. They’re con artists trying to get their hands on your wealth and climb the social ladder, targeting naive people like you!”
Since what she said might be true in some cases, I had to avert my gaze.
Isabelle shook her head and said,
“Don’t talk like that, Alice. Evan is a good person.”
“Mom, you’re being deceived! Don’t you know how many people I’ve seen at the academy get scammed and have their fortunes stolen by slaves? The ones with decent looks think their faces are weapons and use them however they please!”
They were arguing loudly right in front of me.
Elena glanced towards the living room, then quickly turned away and resumed baking when our eyes met.
I chuckled in disbelief, and Isabelle, hearing Alice’s harsh words, said firmly,
“Alice, Evan was there for Elena and me when we were struggling. He showed me a love I never felt during my marriage with Carlson. It hurts me when you talk like that, Alice. Can’t you understand your mother?”
Isabelle wasn’t the only one with a tearful expression.
Alice, her eyes welling up, shook her head and said,
“No, Mom, why are you in love with a slave? Huh? You deserve to be happier. I’ve already thought about where we’ll live once I graduate and get a good job. I’ll introduce you to many better men. He’s gone now, isn’t he? Mom, let’s be rational. You’ll regret marrying him, I’m telling you.”
“Alice, does it bother you that much that I’m with someone I love? I suffered so much with that man, can’t you understand this much? Alice, Evan isn’t the kind of person you think he is.”
Every time Isabelle spoke firmly, Alice would jump up and down, shaking her head and clutching her chest.
She acted as if she had choked on a piece of bread she had hastily swallowed, then yelled again,
“No, Mom! Ah…! Really! Elena Unnie!!”
Finally, the fire spread to Elena.
She, who had been pretending to be busy arranging cookies on a plate, jumped out of the kitchen, startled.
Her face betrayed her bewilderment as she forced a smile and said,
“What, what is it, Alice?”
“Unnie! Do you agree with this? You’re really going to let Mom marry a slave?”
Isabelle’s and my gaze simultaneously turned to Elena.
Elena smoothed her blonde hair, rolled her eyes, and said,
“Alice, Evan isn’t a bad person.”
“Unnie, why are you like this too? He’s a former slave! What makes you trust him so much? I can’t accept this! We suffered so much together, how can you even think of letting Mom marry a slave? Huh? Isn’t this too much? I studied so hard so I could give you and Mom a better life, and this is what I get?”
I couldn’t say a word.
The moment I spoke, the situation would spiral out of control.
Alice’s face was bright red, and tears welled up in her eyes.
I could understand her anger.
She had been happy that her crazy father was dead, but now she had to call a slave she didn’t even know her father.
Of course, she would be furious.
I could only wait for Isabelle and Elena to resolve the situation.
In this awkward and sudden situation, it was Isabelle who finally took control of the conversation.
After being swept up in Alice’s anger for a while, she regained her composure and straightened her clothes.
Then, in a low voice, she called out to Alice,
“Alice.”
“No, I really don’t understand. I mean…”
“Alice.”
When Isabelle called her name a second time, Alice reluctantly closed her mouth.
But her eyes were still filled with resentment, making me uncomfortable every time our gazes met.
After Alice quietly sat down, Isabelle said,
“I understand how you feel, Alice. But you seem a little agitated right now. You must be shocked after seeing something so unexpected.”
Alice silently nodded.
Isabelle said to Alice,
“Why don’t you get some rest, and we can talk again tomorrow? Evan isn’t the kind of bad person you think he is. He’s been so good to us.”
“That’s right, Alice. Just calm down a little.”
Alice, who had been nodding, suddenly changed her expression and shot a sharp glance at them.
“…Us?”
Elena avoided her gaze, and Isabelle bit her lip.
For a brief moment, the two exchanged glances, then Isabelle spoke,
“…He helped Elena a lot. Even after being beaten so badly by Carlson, he did the work of three people and always comforted us.”
“That’s right. He was really helpful, and… um… yes, that’s right.”
Alice looked back and forth between the two with a strange expression, then sighed.
As soon as Alice looked away, Elena quickly escaped to the kitchen, sighing in relief and wiping the sweat from her brow.
Alice, holding her head in her hands, shook her head, then looked at Isabelle again and said,
“Mom, I really want to understand. Really. But… I think you’re making a bad judgment because you’re still going through a hard time.”
“Alice…”
Isabelle looked at Alice with a sympathetic expression.
Alice stood up from her chair and said,
“Like you said, Mom, I’ll take a day to clear my head and think about it. Um… are you still a slave?”
Isabelle answered for me,
“He’s a freedman. I destroyed his slave contract after Carlson died.”
Alice’s expression was complex.
Her eyes reflected a multitude of emotions that were difficult to define.
“I… I really appreciate you helping Mom and Elena while I was gone. But I still can’t accept you and Mom getting married. If you truly love Mom, and if you want to be a part of ‘our’ family, please wait a little longer.”
I nodded.
Alice rubbed her eyes and turned away.
Opening the door to an unused room on the first floor, she said,
“I’m going to go in and rest.”
The door closed.
As soon as the door closed, we both sighed and wiped the sweat from our brows.
Isabelle said in a low voice,
“She’s a good girl, even if she doesn’t show it. Please understand.”
“…I understand. By the way, she’s pretty.”
Isabelle smiled and said, “Right?”
I said,
“But I guess I should sleep in the attic tonight, right?”
Isabelle nodded with a disappointed expression.
“It can’t be helped. But once she sorts out her thoughts, Alice will accept you as family. She’s a good girl.”
“Yes, she’s a good girl.”
I nodded and closed my eyes.
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And that night, I rubbed my cock while looking at the stars.
If I connected the stars that dotted the sky, a portrait of the women I loved would appear.
Isabelle’s white skin. Elena’s breasts. Lumia’s ass.
Pouring my love into each star and clenching my fist, my throbbing cock would tremble and spurt out white tears.
Tonight, I added Alice’s face to the portrait I was drawing with the stars.
How beautiful would she be, the woman who despised me, finally surrendering her body to me?
The mere thought made my groin tighten and my breathing grow ragged.
After pleasuring myself several times, pressing my body against the window frame, I heard a knock on the window.
Tap-Tap-Tap—
“Would you mind opening the window?”
She had purple skin and ruby-red eyes.
Her large breasts were brazenly exposed beneath a flimsy piece of lingerie, and her long, flowing hair shimmered in various colors in the light.
I pulled up my pants, and the demon smiled and said,
“I came to say goodbye.”
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