The Collision of Manga

Chapter 31 Devil's Contract

Sure enough, just as Dora was starting to choke, the demon let go of her and turned to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Except for being interrupted by that demon from time to time while eating, everything else is very good.Occasionally, she can even enjoy the good service of being fed to her mouth. Dora feels that she is quite satisfied with the food.Sure enough, the food made by the devil should be considered gourmet food.In contrast, the life I have lived these past few months is simply not what a human being should live.

The next day, the devil took her to a place where she saw a pregnant woman, and the child inside was Shire's reincarnation.Coincidentally, it's in Tokyo.Seeing the woman looking at her belly tenderly and lovingly, she felt relieved.Although it seems that it is just an ordinary family, such a simple family is very good.Ciel, as long as you can live an ordinary and happy life is enough.

She looked at the woman's belly, and said to herself, Look, Dora, there is Charles in there.Shire is still in this world, she will come to this world again and start a new life.

Mother Ning Sheng, you must bless Charles with happiness in this life.

In the evening, the contract began.Dora looked at the new contract pattern on the devil's hand, the bloody red contract pattern, and the same pattern appeared on her waist.Then silently appeared on the snow-white skin, and then showed her Dora, everything from dorotheaacorus belongs to the devil.Her soul, her body, all no longer belong to her.

The pattern on her snow-white slender waist looks enchanting and gorgeous, like a painted tattoo.The devil looked at the pattern with satisfaction, and traced the pattern bit by bit with his cool fingers, "Dora, Dorothea, it belongs to me from now on." He knelt down, licked the tip of his tongue, secretly The red eyes are dark, full of desire, and there is also a looming love and affection that Dora did not see.

She stood still, allowing her upper body to be bare-exposed, a little cold, and the chill penetrated from the pores into the skin and into the bones bit by bit.Her clear and sweet voice echoed the demon's words, "Yes, I, Dorothea Arcorus, will all belong to you from now on, demon Sebastian Michaelis."

The summer vacation is coming to an end, and the weather in Tokyo is very hot. Dora doesn't go out very much except to visit Elizabeth at Atobe's house when necessary.The devil seems to have something to do, but he often goes out.Dora never asked him where he was going or what he was doing.This has nothing to do with her.She is of the devil, but the devil is not hers.In fact, she wished that he would never come back after going out that time.

Of course, her life is not very sad, but she is not allowed to go out unless necessary.He will prepare food, clothes, and all daily necessities, and Dora will not need to worry about anything.But he would have liked it better if Dora had kissed him good-by at the door when he left, and he would have liked it better if she had come up herself to say "Welcome back" when he came back.

She was like a pet he kept, a canary bird.The funny thing is that this bird cage and this cat litter are still her own.

She remembered that she had promised Elizabeth that she would go to Hyotei Academy together, but if the devil didn't agree, she wouldn't be able to leave the house.She was held in his arms and sat on the sofa.She put her head on his chest, but no matter how hard she heard the heartbeat, it turned out that the devil has no heartbeat.Her fingers unconsciously drew circles on his chest shirt, and then looked up at him, "Can I go to school, Sebastian?" There was longing in her eyes.

Eyes wide open, with clear and transparent eyes, the devil looked down and saw his own shadow in the pupils, all of which were him.But that smile didn't enter her heart, and her smile was rarely really from the heart.

"Yes, but remember your identity. You are mine. I don't like my woman to see the existence of other things, understand?" He stretched out his hand to hold the hand that made a circle and exerted a little force, and he saw her His eyes were red with grievance.This is him warning her.

"I see, thank you, Sebastian, it's boring to be alone at home. Who told you to always run outside and never accompany me." There was a touch of complaining and coquettishness behind, and she cast him a sad look , expressing their dissatisfaction.

If he didn't have self-knowledge, he thought he would have thought that this woman really loved and cared about him.But in fact, she hated him to the bone, but what she wanted to show was that she cared about him.She will act like a baby in front of him, be jealous, willful, and smile coquettishly, and she will be more charming than anyone else.But those smiles never reached the eyes, never came from the heart.

The devil's heart darkened. He thought he missed the girl who laughed loudly when she was happy and cried loudly when she was sad. She had bright eyes and a lively expression.But she wouldn't belong to him if she wasn't so forced.He never regretted doing it, and even if she hated him, she still belonged to him and no one else.

Gently stroking on her exposed arm, the delicate fair skin gradually bloomed a layer of pink blush under his fingers.He leaned down and licked her earlobe lightly, and the fragrance was introduced into his nostrils one by one, which made him move his index finger even more.Slowly slide your fingers in from the edge of the short sleeve, and you can touch the underlying bone with a light push.He made a teasing laugh, and exhaled softly in her ear, the breath hit her neck, and the air was breathless.He lowered his voice, "Aren't I here with you? I'm still not satisfied, huh?" As he spoke, he pinched her slender waist lightly, and felt the delicate body tremble in his arms, and then looked at him aggrievedly, Eyes are moist, with splashes.

"It hurts, Sebastian, why don't you take it lightly." She pouted and complained, and writhed in his arms to express her dissatisfaction.

"I've rubbed it, huh?" He leaned in from the hem of his clothes while talking, rubbed her waist a few times, and stroked her waist lightly with his slender fingers, as if sparks Ignition, "Does it still hurt like this now?"

Glancing at it, she stretched out her hand and slapped the unruly hand on her waist with a look of disgust, "Bastard, take it out." In fact, she was already used to his frequent movements like this. He's just more interesting.To coax him to be happy, it is easier to get what she wants.

Such a self is really cheap.She mocked herself in her heart, what is the difference between this kind of her and those prostitutes who rely on selling their bodies?No, those people were at least free, and their bodies and souls still belonged to them.And she, nothing belongs to her anymore.

If Charles found out, would he look down on himself?But Shire is no longer Shire, should she be glad that Shire is no longer Shire?