༺ Swamp (3) ༻
“……”
The opulent feast laid out before her eyes failed to stimulate her appetite.
Perhaps it was because of Ferzen’s presence, executing impeccable dining etiquette across the table.
No, the reason isn’t solely that.
As both of them had anticipated.
Her stomach wasn’t ready for this type of food.
Having managed to eat only five pieces, Lizzy could already feel something gnawing in her stomach.
Gulp…
How many glasses of water has she consumed by now?
Using the water to force the food down, she was essentially filling her stomach with water.
And every time, the smell of the oily steak greeted her, her bile rose.
“Cough… Ugh!”
No, this time it seems more than simple retching.
Her gastric juices rose to the point of burning her throat.
Eventually, as she put down her knife and fork, Ferzen, who had been quietly eating his meal as if nothing was happening, stopped, his eyebrows twitching.
“……”
How pathetic and miserable must I look in your eyes right now?
The cold sweat trickling down my cheeks and pooling at my chin before falling is palpable.
Judging by the pallor of my fingertips, the color of my face can’t be much better.
Creak.
Lizzy sneered as Ferzen rose from his chair and approached her.
This could be the first time she’s ever sneered at Ferzen.
‘Now……’
Ferzen.
Ferzen Von Schweig Brutein.
Isn’t it time to bestow that hypocritical kindness upon me?
“……”
Sure enough.
He stretched his hands towards her, slipping under her armpits, gently lifting her……
Cringe!
Lizzy managed to suppress the horrible feeling of being touched by him, as she wrapped her hands around his neck.
Stomp.
Stomp……
Her nausea intensified with each step he took.
Surely, the sensation of her stomach, filled with only a few pieces of meat and cold water, as it tried to spill its contents was anything but pleasant.
“Ugh… Uh……”
Whether he heard her faint moan escaping through her clenched lips, Ferzen quickened his pace, noticing the short distance left to the bathroom.
Bam!
“Blegh──!”
However, the moment he opens the bathroom door, no matter how well-maintained, the faintly wafting unique putrid smell made Lizzy lose control of her held-back nausea.
“Ugh…!”
Lizzy gagged, her now empty stomach continued to twist itself, her gastric juices now staining his clothes.
She didn’t wish for this to happen as she hurriedly tried to cover her mouth, but it was a futile gesture.
Even though she had been discharged, her throat was not perfectly healed; the faintly mixed blood revealed her sickly state all too well.
“Cough… Stop… Huk…!”
The scorching pain in her throat was forgotten when Lizzy saw Ferzen’s pristine white shirt stained with a sickly yellow color.
Indeed, one of her goals was to strip his hypocritical mask away.
However, why does the thought of having it removed fill her with such dread?
Bang.
The bathroom door closed, leaving just Ferzen and her. The feeling of isolation spread, and that fear rapidly inflated, invading Lizzy’s mind.
“Ah… Ah… Sor, sorry… Sorry… Ugh…! Sor, sorry…”
Crying pitifully, her mouth spewing apologies spontaneously towards her enemy, she hated herself for it.
But the deep-rooted trauma towards Ferzen wasn’t something she could confront with rationality. Lizzy stuttered repeatedly, using her own sleeve to wipe at Ferzen’s shirt.
Each attempt only seemed to spread the stain further, his shirt getting dirtier, indirectly expressing the fear Lizzy held.
“It’s alright.”
“Ah…”
However, as he reached out his large hand to stop her frantic cleaning, soothing her with a gentle voice, Lizzy began to shake uncontrollably, her face crumpled in distress.
How could this blooming sense of relief be so terrifying?
“I don’t have a change of clothes right now, so you’ll have to wear mine.”
Supporting himself with one hand, Ferzen opened his subspace, pulling out a spare set of clothes.
Thud.
He placed the coffin of Isabel, who was known as the worst witch in the history of the Ernest Empire, raised her, and began to slowly remove his own clothes.
Thud.
Thunk.
One by one, he undid her buttons, opening her uniform to reveal smooth, white skin. The fresh fragrance of a young woman emanating from her overwhelmed the foul smell of the bathroom.
Moreover, the faint smell of alcohol and the hospital lingering in the mix added a decadent allure to Lizzy.
“It will be cold.”
“Heuk…!”
Ferzen, using his magic through Isabel to transmute his mana into water, washed away the stains on her lips, hands, and collarbone.
He then handed Lizzy over to Isabel, while he also removed his own shirt, cleansing the soiled parts.
He changed his clothes and put his considerably oversized shirt on Lizzy.
The length of the shirt reached her thighs, her tiny hand barely visible from the sleeves.
It could be considered a comical sight, but due to the loose fit, anyone taller than her could easily see the adorable pink nipple peeking from beyond her neckline.
“Do you need to use the toilet?”
“Uh… Ah…”
Ferzen asked, looking at Lizzy who was being held by Isabel as her legs continued to tremble.
Instead of answering, Lizzy shook her head, but Ferzen, as if he didn’t see it, tenderly stroked her cheek and embraced her waist.
“I guess we should take care of it while here.”
It’s not like that.
She took her hand out of her sleeve to weakly push his arm away, but of course, it was impossible to overcome his full strength.
Swoosh.
His touch became humiliating and degrading.
Like treating a grown woman as a child, Ferzen undressed Lizzy and gently sat her down on the toilet.
Shudder!
The young maiden couldn’t help but shiver at the cold sensation permeating her bottom, as she tried to close her legs as tight as possible.
Step.
And Ferzen, watching her, took two steps back.
Gulp!
Her hands curled into fists, as an intense feeling of self-loathing overcame her.
But that was the best, and the only resistance she could show to Ferzen.
“……You really enjoy wasting my time”
After waiting in vain for about 5 minutes, Ferzen approached Lizzy, who was sitting quietly and trembling and put his hand between her tightly closed legs.
“Ah………!”
Then, her powerless legs spread wide open, revealing her white panties, and even that underwear was grabbed and pulled down to her knees, revealing her smooth, hairless slit.
“Ugh………!”
He was not even her partner, but here she was, showing her womanhood to her worst enemy……
Like a trained dog showing its belly to its owner.
Truly, the only person one could rely on was themselves.
Yet, if that saying was to be believed, then how miserable the woman named Lizzy Poliana Claudia was if she managed to derive contempt from herself?
“Eh………!”
Lizzy let out a pained moan, as his large hand pressed on her lower abdomen.
From the beginning, she did not feel the need to urinate at all, so Ferzen’s act itself was utterly meaningless.
Yes, it should have been.
As Ferzen gently stroked her back with his other hand and whispered in a small voice near her ear…
“Shh………”
She could soon vividly hear the embarrassing sound echoing throughout the bathroom.
Trickle.
“Ah………”
Regardless, and unrelated to her will.
At the sight of herself urinating in front of Ferzen, all Lizzy could do was let out a hollow laugh.
“Ha…… Hahaha………”
Whether she drank too much water, her clear urine continued for quite a long time.
When it stopped, Lizzy, with a blank expression, just looked at Ferzen, who was wiping her slit with a tissue, silently shedding tears.
In this harsh and miserable stage, she never stood on her own will.
Even in this current act of the play, she could only follow Ferzen’s will, not her own.
“……Why.”
“……”
“Why don’t you just kill me?”
With a twisted and broken smile, she looked at Ferzen as he finished wiping her womanhood.
“Or do you perhaps lust for my body as well?”
“……”
“If you want to… do it. I’ll count it as payment for the meal.”
Her slender fingers opened the tightly closed slit, as she looked at Ferzen.
The sight of such a petite and tight vagina with its alluring pink color, unmolested by any male, was obscene beyond comparison.
Ferzen however, didn’t even entertain such desires, as he dressed her lower body and lifted her again.
“……”
If he had violated her here, it would have been much easier for her heart, though it would have been painful physically.
Even the choice of pain is sad when she can’t do as she wishes.
Gulp.
Ferzen’s touch felt on her body.
His body odor wafting from a close distance.
Each and every fact was disgusting, but……
The tired and sick lamb could not dare to even cry.
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