at 18th of October 2020 07:36:37 PM\nChapter 98
ăâââ Master, I cannot wait any longer . âă
The night after Lunariaâs first time, Frigga came to Kurats .
If she waited any longer, god knew what the unstable Frigga would do .
Cornelia and Lunaria were quite aware of that .
Especially Lunaria, as she had had her fair share of waiting to do as well, she felt Friggaâs plight and was very lenient with her on the subject .
ăâI wonât keep you waiting anymore . Come here, FriggaâŠis what Iâd like to say, but why is Crushiadra here?âă
Unexpectedly, Frigga had brought along with her Crushiadra, the monster who had submitted to her .
Crushiadra still gave the same impression as in the past . A beauty in menâs clothes .
ăâSince this is sisterâs first, I came to offer my assistance . And since I belong to her, I cannot allow myself to let her be devoured on her own, master . âăăâI donât get itâŠâăăWell, long story short, sheâs like a pet that adores Frigga and doesnât want to leave her side . ă(I seeâŠ)ăâCrushiadra, you might be serving under Frigga, but Frigga is still my woman . Donât be an annoyance to her . âăăâIf sister wishes it, we can go for S or M or anything you please, itâs as you wish . âăăâAlright, then milk it is . âăăâExcuse me, what?âă
Crushiadra was not quite able to compute the very unexpected words .
ăâMaster! You want me to become pregnant?!âă
Frigga raised her voice in pure delight as milk stains started appearing on her clothes .
ăâPervert! You pervert pervert pervert pervert! Even I havenât gone that farâŠ!âă
Although she was calling Kurats names, the tone of Crushiadraâs voice showed that she was not as outraged as she let on .
By the time the sun rose the morning of the next day, Frigga and Crushiadra had been exhausted by Kurats .
ăâMaster, Iâve found happinessâŠâăăâUh⊠To think there would come a day when I would give in to a deviantâŠâăăâWhatever, I need my morning supply of milk . âăăâAaaaaaaaaaaah!âă
The sublime beauty of the battlefield and the women-lover who had once been an enemy both felt like ephemeral flowers when lifted by Kuratsâ endless strength⊠.
That day, Trisetella had a nightmare .
There was light sweat on her forehead as she wrinkled her eyebrows from discomfort .
At times, Triestella would shake her head, burying it further in her big pillow .
She was being tormented by a nightmare that she hadnât experienced since the day she met Kurats .
This was an abominable memory from half a year in the past .
ăâOh my, exposing yourself still? Youâre incorrigible . âăăâCatherine? HumphâŠâă
Having been found by this woman that she very much disliked, Triestella frowned with displeasure .
At the time, Catherine, who was famous monster aristocrat considered to be one of the two most beautiful monsters, if not the most beautiful, had been the source of Triestellaâs envy .
As someone who was considered to be a bad-looking woman, she had been used to fellow aristocrats of the opposite sex straightforwardly averting their eyes from her .
It was no secret that for humans, the Nosferatus were dazzling beauties . However, the other senior aristocrats, immune to their charms, felt like they looked too much like humans . For monsters, whose core belief was power, looking like a human was akin to looking like a cockroach .
Triestella once again gazed upon Catherineâs beauty .
First off, her body looked slimy, like a snakeâs .
Moreover, she had bluish-black skin that sparkled mysteriously, like the back of a trout .
It was no wonder why so many men wanted to rub their faces on her skin, to get a taste of how it felt .
Compared to her, Triestellaâs springy skin had no appeal to it at all!
Knowing that, she looked down in defeat .
ăâFufufu⊠I see your body is as sluttish as ever . Please try putting yourself in the place of the gentlemen who have to be exposed to your shabby looks . âăăâUhâŠâă
Humiliated, Triestella forcefully bit her lip . Though Triestella was a woman too, she couldnât help but admire Catherineâs rugged, rock-like biceps, and her fascinatingly curved pectoral muscles .
The corners of Catherineâs lips, each of which were torn all the way up to her ears, rose into a smile .
It was an unbelievably graceful smile .
Along with her very long and large nose and her bulbous eyes, her whole image had a noble feel to it .
I wish I had been born with such beautiful traits!
ăâOh! Itâs Duke Tarantino!âăăâCountess Bathory? Youâre as beautiful as ever, like a bright star in the night sky . âăăâOh dear, you flatter me . âă
A bright-red, snake-like tongue peeked through Catherineâs torn lips . It was criminally cute .
Having to offer greetings after Catherine had made such an impression was torture to Triestella .
ăâG-greetings, duke Tarantino . I-I hope youâre well . âăăâMhm, I hope youâre well as well, countess . âă
Triestella couldnât help but notice that the duke averted his eyes from her as he said so .
Though she felt she had lost as a woman, Triestella proudly puffed her chest .
ăâI am looking forward to this dinner party . âă
When Triestella started leaning over towards Tarantinoâs right arm, Catherineâs thick arm came like a hurricane to take her place, as if she had just been waiting for her to try .
There was too much of a gap between the natural physical strength of Triestella and Catherine for Triestella to be able to do anything .
In an instant, Catherine had taken Triestellaâs place next to the duke and they both happily walked towards the assembly hall where the dinner party was taking place .
They did not spare a glance to Triestella, who had been left behind .
The giggles coming from all around, making fun of Triestellaâs misery, felt like daggers in her ears .
ăâOh my, poor thing . âăăâLook at that unsightly slender waist of hers!âăăâSheâs like a human, so creepy!âă
ăâNooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!âă
Triestellaâs slumber was interrupted by her own scream . Her body was drenched with sweat .
Her heart was beating so hard that it physically hurt her .
Why did I have such a dream? She wonderedâŠăâWhat happened, Stella?âă
. . But the answer to her question was clear .
Lying next to Triestella without any item of clothing was Kurats, the master whom Triestella had decided to devote her body and soul to .
ăââŠMaster, am I pretty?âă
Kurats was the only person she wished would not dislike her . She did not want him to turn his eyes away from her due to her looks .
That sincere feeling of apprehension was likely the reason why that old nightmare had resurfaced in her mind .
ăâDefinitely . Your big bosom, your tight backside, your glossy, platinum hair, I like it all . âăăâIâm glad⊠Thank you, master!âă
These were words she had never been told by anyone else .
Though she knew that she was attractive by human standards, Triestella could not help but seek Kuratsâ confirmation .
Now, she was even feeling grateful to have been born as a Nosferatu, with human-like traits .
Even if that meant she was to be despised by her peers for looking ugly, all she wanted was for Kurats to tell her she was beautiful .
ăâI have to say, I still donât get the monsterkinâs perception of beautyâăăâIn our society, itâs considered that the harder the skin, the better . âăăâI just canât get my head around it . Who could possibly find this mushy chest unattractive?!âăăâAh!âă
When Kurats grabbed her front with his big hands, Cornelia could not help letting a lovely exclamation escape her lips .
ăâPlease show me, please let me believe that your words are true . âăăâConsider it done . âă
Thus, their bodies once again became intertwined with each other under the pale light of the morning sun .