A Caged Bird Doesn't Cry - Chapter 2 Part III
Chapter 2 Part III
Andrea, who had spent some time moistening his lips with alcohol, filled a new glass when him glass was empty and headed straight for the cage. It was fun to see the canary crouch and move backwards. After all, it was over after going around the cage.
When the canary fled, he twirled around the cage as if teasing. The canary, which had been spinning around inside for several times, eventually gave up running away and quietly laid down in front of him.
"Should I give it to you?"
The canary flinched at the clear amber liquid.
"You should answer 'yes' or 'no'."
"... ..."
She probably wasn't mute, but when he looked at her curiously, the inside of her mouth was round. Ah, when he made a gesture to tell her to try, the canary obediently opened her lips. The large iron ball pressing down on her tongue was Locardi's meticulous consideration. As he said, if she sang at any time and make others fall asleep, it would be difficult.
Andrea, who remembered the voice of this silver bird, put his finger in to take out the iron ball. The inside of her mouth was hot, as if it had been quite painful to bite the ball. A red, crushed tongue was revealed beneath the iron ball that was as hot as body temperature.
"Does it hurt?"
Andrea's finger rubbed her soft tongue as if to confirm. As if that stimulated her, Canary swallowed quickly. His finger reached the edge of her throat and was pushed back, still in her mouth. Andrea smiled faintly at the not-so-bad feeling.
He also liked the way her soft mucous membrane was pressed against his firm knuckles. Andrea took his hand away from her lips that were somehow causing him to want to tease her and pointed to the quill.
"Do you want that?"
"Yes."
Canary answered, small but clear. If she remembered that he had asked her to answer 'yes' or 'no', she was quite obedient. Although he did not like the content of the answer, Andrea smiled mischievously and nodded.
"Then take it off."
"... ...."
It was a spell that even he could not understand. He could not stop the sadistic impulses from rising. Maybe he was overly excited from the s€x earlier, or maybe his nerves were twisted due to a long sleepless night. Whatever the reason, he was curious about the inside of this little woman.
Canary blinked for a moment, then quietly answered “Yes,” and untied the knot that was holding her chest. The gesture without hesitation was unexpected. Just when he was beginning to think that she might not be as innocent as he thought, the last piece of cloth fell from Canary’s body.
“Don’t you have any shame?”
No matter what, she’s a woman, but she’s so good at taking off her clothes in front of men. Locardi was proud of her being a virgin, but he wouldn’t know until he saw it. Thinking that she might have already been touched by someone made him feel very unpleasant.
Anyway, it was none of his business who she'd been f*cked by, as she was a sl*ve whom he didn’t even want to touch a finger. The sl*ve’s purple eyes wavered for a moment at Andrea’s suspicion.
“I heard that this sl*ve isn’t human.”
It was true, but it wasn’t very pleasant to hear. That may not have been his intention, but it sounded like Andrea was saying that he wouldn't treat her like a human being, just as she wouldn't treat him like a sl*ve. Who cares about the thoughts of a lowly sl*ve woman anyway.
Andrea slowly savored the drink in his hand and admired the naked body in front of him. She had been locked up underground, but like a flower that had never seen the sun, the pigment in her body seemed to have drained. Her milky white skin and her shiny silver hair were like that. When she took off her clothes, even the crude cage seemed luxurious.
"Put it away."
Andrea suddenly frowned and gave an order to the canary who was covering her important parts with her hair. The canary blinked for a moment and soon gave up and let go of the long hair she had been holding in both hands. Despite her skinny body, her large, round, and pretty breasts caught his eye first. This side also seemed to have lost its color, as her nipples were light pink.
Andrea's eyes, which had finally lowered, narrowed and smiled happily. He had never thought that the hair would be silver all the way here as well. The mound below looked like bare skin because of the thin, insignificant silver pubic hair.
"What a strange-looking bird."
Canary responded to Andrea’s joke in a small voice.
“My name is Laticia...”
Andrea’s eyes became sharp like a predator’s at the words that she had said without being asked. Laticia, who was flustered, made another mistake. She quickly reached out her hand and asked for the quill.
“Please give it to me now...”
She had given him enough time to take off her clothes and admire it, so now she wanted to receive the quill. To the nobles, it would be a worthless item that was worth nothing more than trash, but to her, it was a benefactor’s heirloom. She also hoped that he would quickly give her the quill and stop paying attention to her.
The man in front of her gave off a strong smell that she had never smelled before. A dangerous yet provocative male smell.
It didn’t take long for her to realize that it was the smell of the semen he had emitted several times. It felt somehow scary to be hit by a simple olfactory stimulus, so it made her keep stepping back, but even so, she was a bird trapped in a cage, so there was nowhere for her to run.
As if to prove it, Andrea, who had brought the quill pen, shook it lightly in his hand as if calling his pet bird.
"Come here."
Such a sweet call. Even he hh in ñjññññññññ couldn't believe it and burst out laughing.
This is a whim.
Andrea defined the curiosity that arose in this slave like this- A whim caused by accumulated insomnia and post-sex languor mixed with alcohol. So it was out of character for him to engage in such a petty prank. Even so, it would be quite an enjoyable pastime for now.
Andrea hesitantly approached Laticia and gently tickled her pale nipple with a feather. Laticia bit her lips against her bulging nipple.
At the same time, the green grape scent became even stronger. It was so sweet, so it must be juicy.
Andrea ordered, lowering the quill and tapping the space between her legs.
"Spread it out."
Laticia clenched her fists and then unclenched them. A rebellion, he thought, and Laticia obediently spread her legs. When he put it against the crack and pulled it away, the tip of the quill got wet and bent slightly. When he showed the darkened shape of the bent part in front of her eyes, Laticia's head dropped in embarrassment. Only then did Andrea hand over the quill.
"You can take it. Put on your clothes too."
While Laticia was getting dressed indifferently, Andrea went back to bed, leaned back against the headboard, and looked at the shape. The inside of her crotch was swollen tightly. Probably, since he had teased her nipples.
He thought he had just gotten drowsy, but he was disappointed as it seemed that he had completely lost his sleep. Of course, he had no intention of biting down on that silver-haired sl*ve. He was noble by nature, and he hated lowly things. It was the same reason he had never set foot in the black market.
The fact that that cheap cage was in his bedroom was because he was thinking of Linus. There were always exceptions. However, the exception had to be a one-time thing.
Andrea was wondering if he should send a separate message to Linus, and when would be a good time to do so, when a small call came into his ear.
"Master."
That sl*ve keeps crossing the line. She is calling him that without even knowing the subject. Andrea frowned, and Laticia's shoulders, which were already hunched over, rounded even more.
"What?"
"I heard that if I sing, you'll call Theo."
"Theo?"
"Ah, Theodore Vuter. If I sing, my lord..."
"The painter?"
"Yes. Theodore is really good at painting. I'm sure master will like it."
Andrea felt an inexplicable discomfort at Laticia's sudden and active change. At the same time, a plausible hypothesis came to mind. Could it be that the sl*ve woman and the sl*ve trader's son were lovers?
Since she called him Theo so familiarly, it wouldn't be a wild guess. If that were true, Locardi had done something quite profitable. It would be a problem if the son he loved so much got the sl*ve pregnant.
Could it be that Locardi did it on purpose? Andrea answered no. Since he had assured her that she was a virgin, he must have believed in the sl*ve's chastity, so he must have separated the two before they did anything. Then, it made sense why she was locked up in the basement.
Andrea's gaze, recalling Theodore Butter, who must have worn down the stairs leading down to the basement, suddenly fell on the quill that Laticia was still holding dearly.
"Is that quill pen Theodore Vuter's?"
Laticia shook her head.
"No, this is..."
No, he wasn't curious about the rest. He had no interest in the dirty story of the sl*ve, and there was no reason to listen to it. Instead, he decided to check the truth of the rumor that had been bothering his ears- The canary's song that cures insomnia. Since tonight was the last night anyway, it wouldn't hurt to listen to it at least once. However, the sl*ve shook her head boldly at his order.
"A caged bird doesn't cry."
It was so absurd that he couldn't even laugh. Laticia kept making excuses to Andrea, who was glaring at her.
“I heard that only after being released from the cage, that is, only a free bird can truly cry.”
The point was to ask to be taken out of the ridiculous cage. It was a ridiculous trick, no question.
“Why should I?”
Andrea sneered. It would have been a disaster if she had left that hideous cage behind and run away. It was a cage that looked like a luxurious prison with a naked woman inside.
"There's nothing like what you're thinking. I promised. You promised too, didn't you?"
"What did I promise?"hi
"I heard that if I sing to cure your insomnia, you'll call Theo and let him paint and set me free."
He had heard the former from Locardi, but the latter was something he had never heard before. Laticia desperately held her hand, not knowing that she had been tricked by Locardi.
Stupid.
As he frowned, the headache he had managed to shake off came rushing back to him. His attention was distracted, like a monster with multiple heads on one neck. Andrea turned off the light by the bedside and forced his eyes shut. It was a clear sign that she didn't need to sing.
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