Chapter 50 🔞
“Hmm? Do you remember the sound you made every time I slid it in here?”
“…Fxck, cut the bullshxt.”
The response was sharp, like a knife on his tongue, but Calix didn’t care. She would talk tough, but Evelyn would eventually crumble under his touch.
“Ahh!”
Just like that.
Her back went rigid as Calix skillfully slid his long fingers inside her. Evelyn spoke with a look full of hatred.
“Didn’t you hear me tell you to stop, you deaf fxck?”
Despite the ferocity of her voice, the inside of her hole was damp and wet. He could see her jaw clenching as her juices soaked his fingers and trickled down. As always, she was trying to hold back the pleasure.
With a tempting wet sound, his fingers dug deeper. Her body was dripping like a light rain that had begun to fall.
“Hmph…”
Evelyn arched her back reflexively at the exhilarating sensation and clutched the window sill. Calix snorted at the cuteness of her small, pale, and bony hands.
“Ah, fxck, ugh! Damn it, really… Ah!”
Her body swayed with the movement of his fingers. Her lustrous blond hair flowed in the air.
What an unexpected gift.
A gift.
To someone like him, who had spent an eternity in endless monotony, his wife was a gift.
A smile tugged at the corners of Calix’s mouth as he recalled a memory from long ago.
* * *
A disheveled woman was sitting in front of a body of water — too small to be called a lake, yet too large to be just a pond.
“Heehee, mm, mmm…”
She let out a bizarre laugh before randomly humming a melody. Then, without hesitation, she shoved her mud-caked feet into the water. As the gentle splashing sound rang out, the woman twisted her face into a grimace.
“Uuurgh!”
The woman, clutching her ears with both hands, bowed her head. Her loose golden hair fluttered in the air. The woman stood still for a moment, then exhaled heavily and lowered her hands.
At some point, a mist had begun to gather around the pond. Her blurred green eyes, unfocused, stared into the foggy void. In the still, soundless space, she spoke as if addressing someone.
“Nellie?”
Murmuring the only maid’s name she remembered, the woman blinked slowly.
“Heheh, Nellie…”
Still mumbling, she fixed her gaze on the thickening mist. No sound nor movement, yet instinct told her something was there.
Just then, a spark of light flickered in her dazed green eyes. With a sudden jolt, she stood and withdrew her feet from the pond. Barefoot and unfazed by the damp earth, she stepped toward the fog.
And there — where there had been nothing — an indistinct shape began to form. Not clearly visible, but a humanlike silhouette emerged, reflected in her green eyes. It was the kind of moment that would send most people running, screaming about ghosts, but the woman reached out without fear.
But mist, like smoke, cannot be grasped.
The woman blankly stared at her empty palm, then slowly raised her head again.
“…Fairy?”
It wasn’t a word you’d expect from a fully grown adult.
“Fairy… Nellieee is a fog fairy…”
Yet the woman murmured without the slightest trace of embarrassment. Soon, the figure the golden-haired woman had been waiting for emerged from the fog.
“Nellie!”
“Princess Rowena.”
“Nellieee…!”
Nellie — no, Calix — glanced down at the woman clinging tightly to his hand.
The dim-witted princess was genuinely overjoyed to see her maid again. Amusingly, that very maid couldn’t stand the sight of her lady. Oblivious to that, the princess kept chattering, endlessly waiting for the servant she adored.
“I want to go back to Dalebury. I hate it here. It hurts too much. Last night, the knight again…”
Calix passively read the memory of the previous night that took shape in the princess’s mind.
Rowena, the royal family’s troublesome princess, had been sent to a remote estate under the pretense of treatment. In truth, she was abandoned in a secluded mansion far from any watchful eyes, receiving no proper care.
Worse still, her maids — Nellie among them — had been selling off the princess’s jewelry and garments for their own gain. And the knight assigned to guard her had even dared to violate and mxlest the foolish princess.
Despite the filthy memories, Calix didn’t bat an eye. It was a scene devoid of meaning. In the end, all things turn to dust with time.
Calix shed the guise of the treacherous maid. As his form dissolved back into hazy mist, Rowena’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Nellie?”
The mist that had formed him was about to disperse.
“Fog fairy.”
A word you’d expect only in fairy tales passed her lips again, but this time her voice was clear, resolute.
“Help me.”
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