The Story Is Not Over Yet - Chapter 148

Chapter 148

“…Move.”

Zagnac whispered softly in her ear. Enchanted, she unknowingly moved her waist.

Azela raised her legs high on his thighs and pressed him hard. It was such a violent and strong friction that a slam-slam sound came along. She could not hide her pleasure as the pillar had come in deeper than when she was lying on the bed a moment ago and moved her waist without a break.

“Ku-ugh… Uh-ugh.”

Every time she lifted her back high, Zagnac’s low moaning came louder as she tightened on him. It was a pretty good sound.

When she opened her hazy eyes, she could see him with sweat dripping from his forehead, his teeth clenched and his face flushed. He felt quite sexy in his disheveled appearance, which was not usually easy to see.

Azela moved her hips and raised her hand to caress Zagnac’s cheek.

“Kht… A, zela.”

As he called her by her first name, she twisted her head and searched for his lips.

His waiting tongue slipped into Azela’s mouth through her parted lips. In the meantime, his low moans were also heard. When she took his hand and placed it on her chest, Zagnac seemed surprised by her daring behavior.

But then he reacted violently, twisting her raised tips with his fingers.

Responding to the thrilling pleasure, she strengthened and tightened on him inside her. As the moaning of the two grew in harmony, the two reached their climax together.

Twice in a row, Azela dropped on Zagnac’s, and he turned Azela on her back.

“Wa, wait.”

Azela, frightened, tried to turn again. It was hard to believe that Zagnac’s manhood was swollen again.

“A, again?”

“Again.”

Zagnac smiled brightly.

Knock, knock.

Azela knocked on the familiar wooden door, and a soft voice came from inside.

“Come in.”

It was a plain-looking house where she had been given her own sword before. The place where she met Lane and learned about the existence of dwarves. With Lane’s permission, Azela crept open the wooden door.

Lane was waiting inside, perhaps knowing that Azela would come.

“Looks like you came alone.”

“…That’s right.”

“How did you know I would be here?”

“…I didn’t think it would actually exist. I came here just in case.”

She nodded lightly at the question.

Azela left the mansion on the pretext that she should bring back the debt she had borrowed from Findar. Zagnac offered to go with her, of course, but she refused, citing that she hated telling her false information about Benjamin every time she saw her.

Even though he was reluctant, he agreed to wait patiently in the mansion, saying that he would gladly do so if that would put Azela’s heart at ease.

“What is it?”

Lane laughed as she swung the pipe in her hand into the air. Then she pointed the end of the pipe at Azela. With a languid smile, Lane lit it. As she sucked in deeply with her seductive red lips and spit it out, white smoke quickly enveloped the two of them.

“Looks like you’ve decided to share your feelings with each other.”

“…Yes, that’s right.”

“Foolish.”

Lane immediately clicked her tongue in displeasure, then sucked on the pipe again. Azela coughed at the musty smell, but she didn’t put it out as if she deliberately wanted her to suffer.

“So? It seems like the two of you have already made your choice, but why did you come to me?”

“…I want to stop Zagnac from disappearing.”

“I am surprised. I thought you came to stop yourself from disappearing.”

Lane lowered her gaze. Perhaps she liked Azela’s intention of wanting to prevent Zagnac’s disappearance, she quietly put out the cigarette.

“How dare I? I would have died anyway if Zagnac hadn’t saved me… I have no intention of living, but I’m just worried that Zagnac won’t eat me and choose extinction.”

“…I’m really surprised. Didn’t humans always put their lives first?”

“Of course, but there are people who are willing to give up their lives for the person they love.”

“It’s crazy.”

Lane, who said it was foolish, laughed. It was a bright smile that seemed satisfied with the answer, unlike her first laugh mixed with ridicule. She said to Azela as she aggressively leaned her upper body forward.

“It’s easy to stop Zagnac from disappearing. There are only two ways a demon can die, either by cutting its head or by not fulfilling the contract. No one will cut off Zagnac’s head…”

Saying so, Lane raised her index finger high. Azela, looking at the index finger, continued her words in a low voice.

“…Perhaps it is necessary to fulfill the contract.”

“That’s right. The contract between you and Zagnac is that he must eat when your soul is at its best. But maybe, he won’t eat you.”

Putting down the pipe she was holding in her hand, Lane tapped Azela near her heart with her long fingernails. It was only for a moment, but Azela stumbled, feeling a tingling sensation.

Then, lightly supporting the staggering her, Lane spoke in a calm voice.

“That’s okay. I’m just confirming how young the soul is.”

“Why don’t you tell me about that beforehand.”

“It’s pretty ripe. It’s not quite a good soul yet. If it were me, I’d probably have already eaten it, but Zagnac likes a much riper soul. He will have to wait a little longer to suit his taste.”

Lightly ignoring Azela’s murmurs, she supported her and seated her in the wooden chair. Azela frowned at her rumbling stomach and grabbed Lane’s sleeve.

“…Let Zagnac eat me.”

“I want that, too.”

“Could you somehow put my soul into his mouth?”

“Do you know what food the soul is? Just recklessly put it in the mouth?”

She grimaced at Lane’s scolding. Even though she had come to her to solve this problem, Azela sighed as the conversation kept getting repeated without a solution.

When Azela sighed, Lane said again.

“It’s not that there isn’t a way at all.”

“….!”

“First, there is a way for me to force you away from Zagnac. I would forcibly break your contract with Zagnac and eat you.”

“Well then!”

“Zagnac will not disappear. Of course I will be punished.”

“…Please. I beg you. Help me.”

“Aren’t you curious about the punishment I will receive?”

“What…”

“To be hated by god and to be confined in darkness for thousands of years.”

“….!”

“It’s better than disappearing, but unfortunately, I don’t want to be punished either. You, a human, wouldn’t know though you’d rather die than be locked up in the dark for thousands of years.”

Of course, Zagnac would say she could do it with determination.

Swallowing the words that she didn’t have to tell her, Lane looked down nonchalantly at her own long fingernails. On the other hand, Azela chewed her lips, listening to her words. The punishment was too harsh for blindly asking for help.

Trapped in darkness for thousands of years… just imagining it was terrifying.

“It’s good that humans have a conscience.”

Seeing her hesitation, Lane laughed and Azela asked with an apologetic look.

“Can…you he..”

“I can’t.”

Lane was adamant.

Azela frowned before raising her hands to cover her parched face as a sigh came out. She had to save Zagnac, but no matter how much he searched, there was no such method. For him, she would do anything. If she could be locked in the darkness of thousands of years, she would.

“…Lane.”

Azela got down on her knees. Even though she felt sorry, there was no other way.

“Help me.”

Lane, who was looking down at her own long nails, turned her head to look at Azela.

“I thought you were really bad, but I came to like you after a long time. I like that attitude.”

“Are you going to help?”

“There is one other way. It’s very, very simple, and you don’t have to ask anyone.”

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