Lady Devil - Chapter 194

194.

Johannes’ long fingernails pierce through the dead young man’s back.

He pressed firmly on both sides of the spine line visible through the thin pajamas, then extended his index finger and stabbed it in.

He deliberately aimed for the bone.

It was a consideration for the blind Inette. You can just listen quietly. Crack. Crack. The moment the sound of bones crumbling rang out gently, Inette’s resistance suddenly ceased. Perhaps the shock was too great. We haven’t even started yet.

Johannes tried to feel Inette’s first impression on his own skin. Without realizing it, he gently ruffled his sister’s hair with sensitized lips. Indeed, even a single strand of hair that brushed against him felt like sparks. It bounces and burns. As he exhaled his naturally heated breath, it felt too precious to waste, so he pressed his lips firmly on Inette’s crown and swallowed it abruptly. Inette. He almost whispered. Only when he could no longer hold back did he manage to breathe out carefully. Hoo… Hooo… He was so captivated by his sister’s reaction.

Like a beast.

The surroundings where even Johannes remained motionless were filled with a horrific silence. It was a stillness that could shatter at the sound of a collar being crumpled. Only Inette’s heartbeat, which had seemed to recede like an ebb tide far beyond the bed, gradually surged into Johannes’ sensitive hearing.

Thump… Thump… Thump thump… Thump thump!

No…? It can’t be…? Did I hear wrong? Right?

With her head tilted up and body stiffly frozen, Inette seemed to ask thus with her pulse in place of her blocked mouth. Answer!

Like someone trying to gauge the identity of an ominous noise. No, like someone trying to deny a certain disaster, the fine hairs on her frozen nape stood on end as if they alone were alive. It was as if they were screaming neurotic screams strand by strand. Ah, how could this be…! My husband has suffered some terrible fate…! I can’t believe it…. Please tell me it’s not so…!

Squelch.

However, Johannes’ hand dug even deeper into the corpse’s back. The insides of the young man who had just hours ago been clumsily devouring his newly acquired wife still hadn’t lost their warmth. It was like a very hot lump of blood, like the sensation of plunging one’s hand into a steaming bathroom.

Johannes, who had been circling the top of Inette’s head, lowered his forehead all the way to her shoulder. Gently pushing his nose against the trembling line of his sister’s neck below her ear, he whispered quietly.

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