[TVL] 46 – Cherry Poison

“Alana, drink water”

──I can’t go crazy. Father, mother, Mileia. Such a woman.

Luciano descended from his bed and picked up his own coat. He squeezed a vial in his pocket. The cherry-red liquid in the bottle was a poison given to him by his aide Leandro. It was said that if you gave it to the subject every day until he coughed up blood, he would die in about two weeks without taking it again. He poured a jug of water into a cup and dripped a small amount of the potion into it. The fragrant scent of roses spread. His heart beat unpleasantly and chaotically.

“It’s a nice smell. I like roses,” he unknowingly swallowed his spit. He looked over and saw Alana sitting up straighter than he had ever seen her before. Illuminated by the light of dusk, she appeared to glow faintly. “I’m thirsty. Can you give some of that water?”

Her eyes looking at him as she reached out were not the usual hollow ones. It was the same pair he had seen when he first met her two years ago. He would never forget.

The colour of green, had both strength and depth. The eyes that looked through him burned into his mind and he could not get rid of that image.

At that time, he had felt deflated by this.

──It was these eyes. Yes, I want to see this eye...

His chest was squeezed, and he felt painful. At that time, his hands suddenly become lighter. Alana took her cup from his still hands.

She held it, and carried it to her mouth, tilting the contents.

“…Stop it. Stop it!” By the time she stopped, it was too late. Luciano hurriedly stole the cup, but more than half had diminished. Her field of vision rapidly blurred.

♔♔♔

Luciano carried Alana with devilish force and walked to the empty bathtub, trying to force her to drink water, but Alana’s lips were tightly pressed together. She refused to drink.

When he raised the cup to her mouth, she shook her head, ‘no.’

It was useless. “Alana!” Luciano yelled at her.

Water just dripped from the side of her mouth.

“Drink! Please, drink!” He forced her to open her, but she struggled like a child.

The water would not even enter, and even if it did, it flowed out immediately, and it would be back to square one.

They struggled, both naked and wet. This fierce resistance from Alana was unexpected. To be honest, Luciano was truly surprised. Only impatience was building up.　As he put his hand on her stomach and held the back of her head, trying to get her into position, he felt a chill of metal on his neck. A blade, he thought.　He was sharper than most people, but he was so distracted by Alana that he did not notice.

“You, don’t f*. ck around…what are you doing to the Queen.”

It was a low, hoarse voice. Luciano’s first concern was that he was a man. Before answering, he hid her breasts with the hand holding her back, and her secret place with the hand on her tummy.

“... Who is it?”

“I can’t answer. Die, murderer.”

It was when Alana on the side cried out, that the man stopped. “Benito, stop ... don’t hurt my husband.”

“What? Miss, I’m kidding. It’s an abnormal situation to meet with a man naked other than for sexual intercourse.”

Looking at him, his maroon hair was rough. He appeared young, perhaps because of his baby face, but Luciano thought the man was a lot older than himself.

“Silver-haired brother, what a face you have up close. It’s amazingly beautiful. I don’t see how you and this girl can match. She’s too young for you. You should get a woman with big milk jugs and is bewitching. You know, there’s a girl nearby, a lewd woman who’s perfect for you.”

The man looked at the red marks on Alana’s body and said teasingly,

“Ah, Miss, you’ve been eaten a lot by the debauchee. Great. By the way, my brother, her tits aren’t fully covered, are they? Shame, the right nipple is saying hello.”

Luciano immediately grabbed Alana’s chest and hid it from the man.

“Don’t look!” he yelled.