Chapter 215: Sacred Princess (3)

Did she ever hear or think what Meldiana wants to do, what became able to do, that kind of thing.

The answer is no.

Altina was only executing what she thought ’this is correct’. While thinking for the other party was not looking at the other party.

Wanted the little sister to smile.

Blood-connected family, natural.

But what achieved that was not Altina, but the white-haired Magician Diabolic.

She only cornered.

That was thrust many times, many many many times in the days of confined, humiliated, trained.

You were a thoughtless fool, was blind with eyes burned by the light of correctness.

’Alter-sama! Today’s schedule is humiliation? Or training? Both preparations perfect! If some blunder please humiliate as usual!’

’A, aa. No, no problem. Became a little usable, you also.’

’...! Natural! Because I am Alter-sama’s adjutant!’

The girl looking up at him paa and smiling seeming fun from the heart, the figure of Alter though serious face somehow seeming pressured.

Getting along well, seeming happy, thinking so from the heart. Precisely because of that the heart cracks.

In the days violated many many times, dignity destroyed, what she recalls is the things until now. The days of continuing the action thought correct for the little sister.

In those days did she smile?

(Ah, only once.)

When with Doris Meldiana was floating a smile corresponding to age.

Seeing that thought ’playing fun, good’. That smile was never a thing directed at herself.

Ah. What on earth has she been doing.

Ah. What on earth has she been looking at.

’Older sister, older sister, older sister, still thinking yourself light? A person who has enema liquid poured in the butt, scatters in a place not even toilet and ends up feeling good, why can think ’herself is light Sacred’? Nee, answer, older sister.’

’Sorry... sorry...’

’Older sister, I am saying answer? Not saying even one word wanting apology. Sa, answer. Why? What of older sister is light? Where is noble? Nee?’

In the days continuing to show her own lewd appearance to the opposite sex, to Alter, about to go crazy.

And more than that. Hard being stared at by Meldiana.

Because in those pupils not even a fragment of affection was floating.

Taking care of experimental animals for Alter. At that kind of gaze about to die from guilt.

Precisely because of that pleasure was salvation.

Painting white white the emotions of shame and disgust, pain and guilt, and only when raising a coquettish voice could do without thinking anything.

Yes, only when raising a coquettish voice.

If the act ends remaining is only a prostitute who raised a shallow voice after the body was devoured by evil. Different, different, she is not that kind of human!

Fleeing to pleasure. Different. Raising a voice unladylike. Different. Becoming able to feel with every hole. Different. Ah, if able to become a beast devouring pleasure. Different different different!

Eventually other Sacred will come help.

Precisely because believing so desperately maintains sanity.

Fleeing to pleasure, breaking the heart and subordinating to evil, because not correct.

Looking down at that kind of Altina desperately regulating herself Alter sneered.

’The body seems finished. How, already can hold pleasure wherever toyed?’

’No. No, a. Return, me, to original, return...’

’Ha, do not put in the mouth things not even thinking.’

The breasts are grabbed roughly.

Kneaded by force, painful, should be only painful. Why does the body end up hot.

’Ha. Aaa, n.’

’Is that the voice of a human wanting to return to original? A pig devouring pleasure.’

Mixed in the coquettish voice meri-meri, meki-meki sounds.

That is the sound of the heart. A precursor that eventually rings a sound of bokiri and ruins everything.

Scary scary scary of that. And yet there was Altina relieved.

Because if breaking, if throwing everything away, can do without worrying.

Devouring pleasure like a beast, throwing away justice and light and pride. Even guilt all, thought nothing hard.

Because the days blindly to correctness were not hard or painful?

’Princess!’

’Aa, finally came, knight-sama.’

Therefore that instant.

When battered Leas. Sacred Saber appeared Altina ended up doing a shameless expectation.

’Late. Aa no, not blaming. Thanks to that I was able to enjoy quite.’

’Alter Native, you...!’

If here she ’defeated’, ’lost for her’. Already no hope.

Even if enduring no meaning, therefore. Can fall relieved.

Therefore please, lose here.

(Different, different, different, different, I, I that kind of, for everyone, with light, guide...)

Too sinful thinking.

Too shameless assumption.

Too shallow feeling.

Different, this kind of thing is a mistake. Desperately trying to deceive herself, but the lower abdomen starts getting wet as if expecting.

But Saber won against Alter.

With a battered figure, but showed defeating evil. Shining, as Sacred.

Ah. Dazzling, the pupils end up burned.

’Sorry. Sorry. I. I, because foolish. This kind of, this kind of. Sorry...!’

(Stop, different, do not worry, do not look at this kind of shallow figure, do not notice, please, please.)

After rescue. At the figure of Saber crying in front of herself the heart creaked.

There is also that hard having cornered the once innocent her this far. But because ended up holding a sense of inferiority.

Herself who despite trying to be correct achieved nothing, and Leas who as correct light showed defeating evil, the figure of that kind of her crushed by responsibility... ah, what on earth is she doing.

Different, she was not a human able to be cried that way, a hopeless woman who was only mistaking achieving something, no value of having tears flowed.

As the heart about to go crazy, but the body, the mouth, moved arbitrarily.

The piled correctness achieves what should be done.

’Leas. Please do not blame yourself that much.’

You were correctly light, unlike this kind of herself.

Therefore stay as usual, do not drag the foolish princess like Altina, because you have not done anything bad.

Thought correct words, and were words produced from Altina’s true heart.

"A."

But why is she that much a despairing face.

Does not understand, does not understand, you properly achieved what should be done, unlike me! What is that hard? Does not understand, does not understand.

(Ah. I, not only the little sister, this girl’s heart too.)

Achieved what thought correct.

As light that guides everyone, martyred to correctness.

But. Altina Sacred Calmate did not understand family’s heart, comrades’ heart either. Was only intending to understand.

Yes, the little girl named Altina does not understand people’s hearts.

In the humiliation and shame she recalls the figure of Arg Wayne she faced.

’Arg-san, why...’

His expression of despairing refrains.

Around the time the body was not yet finished. Because forcibly done was painful and hard, about to become something. Ended up asking why doing this kind of thing.

...Discerned being manipulated, should have put other words.

If so at least his heart would not have broken.

Maybe there was also a future of cooperating and escaping.

But for Altina who was only inclining to correctness that was difficult.

Ah, thinking, maybe never acted thinking by herself.

Because only measured things with the scale of correctness, once deviating from there only one little girl who cannot do anything remains.

Precisely because of that thought must overturn the current state.

This way no good, understands even without said by others. Therefore thought also surpassing the current herself and advancing.

But the body is aching forever. Aching aching aching, shouting wanting pleasure, wanting to get drunk on pleasure.

While thinking ’cannot do this kind of thing’ continued comforting herself on the bed every night. Every day, every day, every every day! Shamelessly!

If the body’s ache subsided with that fine, but the body remembers. Pleasure that cannot taste at all with the likes of her own fingers.