I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me

66 – Monopoly (5)

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“Even if I wasn’t the one who entered this forest, Sylvia would have fallen in love with him, right?”

I know.

Looking back, Ash, you were secretly rather harsh in your evaluation of yourself.

Is it because the experience of losing your entire family in an instant hurt you greatly? It wouldn’t have been something Ash could have prevented.

Did the fact that you couldn’t protect her sister take away all your confidence, even though that bastard walked that long distance, squeezing every last drop of life out of her body to save Lila?

Or is it because she has been comparing herself to Maria since she was young, and Maria is a genius.

Looking at your bright, wrinkle-free smile, I don’t think that Ash’s family would have only admired the talented Maria and mistreated the untalented Ash, but you were probably the first to judge yourself harshly.

Of course, Ash’s magic knowledge is excellent as she worked hard, but if her opponent is Maria, it is inevitable that she will be intimidated.

I don’t know which of them is the cause.

All three reasons may be correct, or you may still have many other failure stories that I don’t know about.

So, I understand.

I can understand why you say that.

I know very well that Ash didn’t want to hurt me.

Silvia, who was consumed by loneliness anyway, would not have easily opened her heart to anyone who came.

Well, you probably didn’t look down on me like that.

Because that is insulting to me.

Because Ash can’t do that.

You were just genuinely curious.

Why I love you.

Why does the warrior love a worthless person like me?

Well, I’m just thinking about things like that. I know.

The despair accumulated through repeated failures and the low self-esteem that hit rock bottom must have sunk deep beneath your bright smile and kind attitude, blocking your eyes and ears from realizing how lovable you are.

I understand,

So.

“…What does that mean?”

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Can you understand that I’m angry, right?

Ash.

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Sylvia grabbed Ash’s wrist tightly, threatening to break it.

Ash groaned, biting her lip slightly, squinting at her pain.

For some reason, that expression looked very lewd.

Sylvia held Ash’s wrists firmly on the table and ripped off his top with her free arm.

The buttons made a dry sound and were scattered in all directions of the cabin.

“Mr. Sylvia!”

“…Was I just that kind of person that Ash saw?”

“…Ah,”

“Did you think you would be eaten by loneliness and open your legs to any man?”

“…Oh, no, I never thought that way.”

Sylvia shook her head and lifted Ash’s top, almost tearing it off.

Ash’s arms were tied up and lifted up with clothes, and his slightly lowered shirt covered his eyes.

Sylvia stroked Ash’s chest and then grabbed his ribs hard.

“Ahh!”

“I love you, Ash. I love you, Ash. “Don’t you know what that means?”

“…Ugh, it hurts… It hurts. Mr. Sylvia!”

Sylvia poured out her words, paying no heed to Ash’s sobbing screams.

There was also a strange moisture in her voice.

“I don’t love you because you are a housemate in my lonely life, nor do I sympathize with the poor boy who lost his sister and family. “I don’t like you because you feed me a delicious meal.”

“Silvia…”

“I’m not having s*x with you because I don’t have nightmares after a hot night with you! You…”

I don’t love you because you are Maria’s younger sister.

Sylvia struggled to swallow the words she was about to say.

Come to think of it, why didn’t Ash ask her about Maria?

She must have wondered how her older sister, whom she had been waiting so anxiously for, died, what a wonderful performance she had performed, and how much she had contributed to saving humanity.

Sylvia already knew the answer.

It was clearly Ash’s consideration for her own sake.

She was so worried about the guilt and shame she would feel when she found out, and the trauma of losing her companion, that she never asked about her sister, whom she wanted to know so much.

This was the point.

A character that puts her consideration for others above her own needs.

Even though she didn’t spend that much time with him, the consideration that was spread throughout his body was enough to deeply touch Sylvia’s heart.

How many people would risk their lives for their younger sister and walk for hours with a broken leg?

Even though she could ask her precious brother about his will, how many people end up swallowing their words considering the hurt they will inflict on the other person?

Even though she was cursed and was tied up in this remote, remote forest and unable to go out, how many people would be able to comfort Sylvia, the culprit?

How many people in the world will smile helplessly and say that it is okay if the reward is something like me, or that it is okay to be more selfish, even after hearing the absurd nonsense that the goddess gave me to relieve my loneliness?

That was the reason why Sylvia fell in love with Ash.

A type of person that Sylvia, who had lived her entire life in struggle and competition, had rarely seen before.

Ash was a lovely person.

And, he was now Sylvia’s everything.

“Silvia… I was wrong. Sick,”

“…”

Sylvia slowly removed her hand from Ash’s body.

Through the clothes covering Ash’s face, the sound of him biting his lip to stop crying could be heard.

Only then did she take a close look at Ash’s body, and saw that her wrists, where she had grabbed her, and the bright red handprints left near her ribs were swelling.

Sylvia felt terrible about the image she had made of him.

She tried to hold back for a moment, but only escaping whimpers filled the cabin.

Sylvia carefully approached Ash’s skin and rubbed her cheek, she said.

“Ash.”

“…Yes”

“You are more than you think. “He deserves to be loved even more.”

“…”

Ash did not answer.

It seemed like he couldn’t quite accept Sylvia’s opinion.

“Or, in your eyes, did I look like a person who spreads his legs to just anyone?”

“…I’m sorry. “I was harsh.”

“Yeah, it was a little harsh. “It made me angry, why did you say that?”

“…Loneliness is the emotion that causes people the most pain… If it weren’t for that, Sylvia would be someone like me…”

“Do you think I was consumed by loneliness and would have loved anyone who could soothe this loneliness?”

“I don’t have anything special…”

“You didn’t listen to me. Ash. “You are a lovely person.”

Sylvia said as she gently hugged Ash’s body.

“I wasn’t eaten by loneliness.”

“… But.”

“You are the one who ate me. Ash.”

“…Yes?”

“Ash, you are the one who hunted and ate my soul and body that suffered from loneliness.”

“…”

“There’s no way it didn’t matter to anyone. “The only person I would love would be someone like Ash.”

“…”

“And I’ve never seen anyone like Ash other than Ash.”

Sylvia said as she gave a little strength to her arm holding Ash.

“So Ash, would you have liked anyone to have saved you?”

“…I don’t know.”

“That’s needlessly honest.”

“If it were someone as pretty as Sylvia… She might have been like that…”

“…What?”

“I’m sorry. “I didn’t want to lie.”

“No. No.”

Sylvia asked, shaking her head.

“Am I pretty? “Isn’t this muscular and not very feminine?”

“…I told you so many times. “How many times have I told you that you’re beautiful?”

“…”

“…Did I never tell you?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it.”

Sylvia tilted her head.

She didn’t seem to remember Ash complimenting her appearance, but it seemed like she had heard it a few times, so it was an ambiguous feeling.

She deserved to be called ‘beautiful’ for her accomplishments, her fame, her dignified figure, or her platinum hair that flowed in vain, so no matter how many times she heard it, she said it was a compliment to Sylvia’s appearance. It seemed like he hadn’t thought about it.

Huh,

Was it the same for me?

Sylvia smiled and looked at her Ash.

Little by little, my subdued emotions began to boil over.

“Silvia is very pretty. “She’s thought that way since she first watched her bathing from afar.”

“…Really?”

“Why do you think I have accepted the fact that I have to live in this cabin for the rest of my life?”

“Well… I had no choice but to accept it…”

“I thought it would be nice to be with a beautiful woman like Sylvia for the rest of my life…”

“…”

Swoosseuugh,

The sound of cloth grazing skin echoed throughout the cabin.

Sylvia slowly lifted the clothes that were restraining Ash’s hands and face and released her.

She then gently swept away the handprints she had made, slowly erasing them with her divine power.

As the cloth covering her eyes was removed and white light poured in, Ash rubbed his red, swollen eyes and looked at Sylvia.

Sylvia was still sitting on top of Ash.

She took off the pajamas she was wearing and threw them away.

“I’m going to commit this crime from now until I stay up all night.”

“No… I-“

“I don’t care what anyone says, even Ash, I don’t care what you say. You are a lovely person, and the person I love. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have loved anyone.”

“Me too, but now…”

“I told you. “I’m used to competition.”

Sylvia’s body fell on top of Ash’s body on the table.

Sylvia pressed her breasts against Ash’s body and whispered soothingly in his ear.

“I don’t want another woman in your head. “I don’t like her fiancée or even your sister.”

“What is that…”

“I know, I know about being polite to the dead and all that. f*ck you, I don’t care anymore. “You are mine. I will monopolize Ash. Ash will only think about me.”

“No matter what… It’s a little…”

“You don’t like it?”

Sylvia slowly moved her hand between Ash’s legs.

Even though it wasn’t closed, I could feel the heat.

“Expecting this?”

“…I don’t have the shame to see Lila.”

“Okay… So, when you die and meet Lila later, sell my name. “Silvia forcibly attacked me.”

“…No, that”

“Instead, please focus only on me while you are alive.”

“…Silvia.”

“Not that one.”

Sylvia gently nibbled on Ash’s ear and she gently nibbled on his ear.

“Hiik,”

“Something else.”

“Ugh…”

“Quickly.”

“…Silvia, older sister…”

Sylvia immediately took off Ash’s pants.

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