Chapter 25

T/W:

1. Disturbing/graphic depictions of ra**/torture/murder and a fetish for killing during non-consensual intercourse

2. Graphic descriptions of sex with a purposefully unattractive character and forced an** sex …? 3. Disturbing and graphic descriptions of violent murder-ra** and necrophilia

4. Blood

5. Non-consensual oral sex

6. Morbid conversations about murder during sex

Can’t We Just be Happy? (3)

On the second day, I couldn’t stand it and ran out of the house. Worried greetings from villagers followed wherever as if Merson had said I was sick.

“I heard that dogs don’t catch a cold in the summer*, yet the young bride caught it.”

(*a proverb that is used to ridicule a person who catches a cold in a summer, because its very hard to get colds in summer.)

… I became a person less than a dog.

“Village Chief!”

Curious about the village chief’s condition, I went straight to the village chief’s house. The face of the village chief who opened the door to meet me was definitely brighter than before.

“Is your body okay? Your face looks really good.”

As I entered the house, I noticed a torn letter on the side table. If it was just a letter, I would have overlooked it, but the red seal on the envelope is familiar. It was like the pattern of the carriage that Chenin was riding on.

The village chief noticed my gaze and hurriedly put the letter away.

“Well, something to drink…….”

“Is it Chenin?”

The village chief’s concerns did not go away.

“You know, so why did you ask?”

“Because of the estate?”

The village chief nodded his head helplessly. It’s frustrating that I can’t come up with any clear plans, too, but the village chief is terrified.

“What about the letter?”

“The fact that she told the Count she will inherit the estate within this year.”

Reckless till the end. If the estate is passed over, the villagers will sit on the streets overnight. Me and Merson are still young, so sleeping on the street for a few days won’t cause any pain, but I’m worried about the elderly grandmothers and grandfathers.

“Village chief, if you are going to suffer alone like this, talk to the villagers, and if… If the Sezaine got passed on, I think it would be better to prepare for that situation.”

“Does the young bride think so?”

“Yes.”

“Then…….”

The village chief’s eyes softened. Seeing the sight of him not being able to speak easily made my heart flutter.

“You brought me precious fireworks and mulcho to cheer me up, and held a party. But it’s not easy to say things you don’t like.”

“Village chief…….”

“We’re not selling anything, but farmers who are self-sufficient, so we don’t have money out of the village.”

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My eyes are getting wet too. On the last party day, the village chief must have found it a very difficult time bringing out such a depressing story to the villagers who could not stop having happy laughter.

So he must have never told anyone. He must have had a night that was many times more painful than what I now understand and empathize with.

“But…I have to tell them….”

I nodded. It was not a problem that the village chief had to worry about alone. This is because this village was no longer the land owned by the village chief, and was the place where all the villagers lived.

Without delay, the village chief called all the villagers that evening and spoke with difficulty. As expected, everyone was muffled and worried, and there were people who occasionally looked down on Chenin. However, they ended up complaining in a small voice for fear that the village chief might hear them, considering how fragile his heart was.

After a long time, I opened the map and looked for a good place to relocate other than the Sezaine. It would have been best if they could remain in Sezaine, but the situation was not easy, so they were prepared for a sudden relocation.

‘Mesapucci, monsters often invaded. Most jobs are mercenaries. It is too dangerous for the elderly to go X. Lucinia, has a dungeon for political prisoners  with frequent civil wars X. Felt, the climate is good and the geography is good, so the commercial district is developed. Because of this, land is very expensive. Can’t even dream X.’

Damn it. It was either danger or risk. The villagers were afraid that they would be kicked out of the village in the harsh winter. I’d like to reassure them , but there’s no plausible solution yet.

I bit my lip nervously and Merson thumbed my lower lip to let it go. He meant to stop.

“Are you worried?”

“Of course.”

Merson wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me towards him. Don’t touch me in the presence of villagers. I poke his side with my elbow and let him go.

“Do you want to protect Sezaine?”

“It’s not as easy as it sounds.”

“If Erina wants it, I can give to you any country you want.”

“Oh my, I’m so thankful.”

Seriously, don’t disturb me. But Merson persisted.

“If Erina wants it, you don’t have to leave here.”

This innocent lamb. I raised my hand high and stroked the back of his head. Okay, okay.

In the end, the village meeting ended with the village chief delivering what Chenin had said to the villagers. In other words, there was no way out.

The darkness was heavy today. It felt like the air was being crushed.

* * *

“Hahk! Uhh… uhng!”

“Move your waist more, huh?!”

“Haaa… Count! Uhk!”

“You’re happy that I came to visit you after a long time? Yes?!”

“I missed you. This feeling too! Uhng!”

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The Count sat leaning against the head of the bed with his chubby belly out . Chenin moved hard over the count’s penis with her knees up.

Chenin’s slender waist was held in the hands of the wretched, hairy Count. The Count mercilessly shook Chenin’s waist and urged her.

“Like this! I mean do it like this! How can you receive my seeds without this bed skill?!”

“I’m sorry. Huaaa!”

As if the Count could not stand it, he threw Chenin away. Her head hit the mattress. It doesn’t hurt, but the realization that she had been thrown away like a toy brought shame.