I'm going to bed thinking that even if I have to worry about tomorrow, I'll get some rest today.
“Oh, right. Clothes.”
I looked down at the clothes I was wearing. The front buttons of my cumbersome dress were slightly undone, but the knot in the back was still tight.
“I can’t take these clothes off by myself.”
It was an outfit that took over 30 minutes just to put on.
It was a dress that only nobles who had maids to take off their clothes could wear.
Normally, I would have taken off my clothes as soon as I entered the room because of the stuffy feeling that was weighing me down, but today I didn't have the energy to do that.
“I guess I’ll have to call May again.”
Or was it the moment when I was about to pull the rope, thinking of calling another maid?
There was a knock on the closed door.
'Is it May?'
Since she was the one who put these clothes on me today, she must have realized that I couldn't take them off by myself and come back.
“Come in.”
I told her to come in without a trace of doubt and began to remove the stuffy trinkets one by one.
“I was going to call you anyway, but could you come here and help me take off my clothes?”
“...”
I pushed my hair forward without looking back.
So that May can easily take off my clothes.
The sound of footsteps that had paused for a moment reached my back.
Then as if someone's hands were familiar with it, they began to untie the knots that extended from the nape of my neck, one by one.
In the quiet room, only the sound of clothes rustling echoes quietly.
Knock. Knock.
The hems of the clothes that had been covering my body were removed one by one by skilled hands.
And when I was wearing two layers of clothing.
A voice that should never have been heard was heard.
“How much would you like me to strip you?”
“...!”
A deep, bass voice deeper than a cave.
My heart felt like it was falling to the floor and then jumping back up like a spring.
'No way.'
I looked back stiffly, like a broken doll.
Black hair that was slightly wet as if it had just been washed.
“Carsis...?”
Dark brown eyes stared at me quietly.
“Why, you...”
“Because you asked me to take off my clothes.”
“I, I thought you were May...”
Yeah, of course, I thought it was May.
At this point, I never imagined that Carsis would come to the room.
But he quietly muttered with an unknown look in his eyes.
"Lie."
Then he pulled the ribbon he was holding in his hand.
“You’ve been waiting for me to come here.”
A layer of my clothing falls to the floor.
Because of that, all that was left on my body was a thin chemise.
Same as that night.
'...What?'
I bet you've been waiting.
Could it be that there was a promise made without my knowledge? Either looked at Carsis with confused eyes.
Perhaps thinking that my unanswered response was a positive one, Carsis took a step closer. And looking at the man like that, I swallowed dryly.
'What I'm thinking, it can't be like that...?'
Or that day, I promised to do 'that act' that I mistook for a massage.
I want to believe that's not the case, but I have a pretty dizzying history with that guy.
In addition, as I thought about today's events, I took a step back without realizing it.
The eyes of a man who was staring at me intently while covered in the blood of a hungry tiger.
I felt a parched sensation in my throat as I faced the man with the same unforgettable gaze as back then.
'Seriously, why is everyone doing this?'
L'Arpege shows off an absurd game while congratulating the engagement.
And then there's Carsis, who enters the room with a strange atmosphere and takes off my clothes.
Everyone around me seemed to be abnormal.
Even as I lamented my lot, Carsis continued to walk steadily.
“Ca, Carsis...?”
As I took one or two steps back to avoid the man, a cold wall touched my back.
As if I had nowhere else to retreat to.
The cold air from the wall seeped into my body, which was wearing only a thin chemise that showed the outline of my body.
I, who was startled by the coldness, raised my hand and distanced myself from him.
“Oh, I’m a little tired today...”
It was when I was trying to express an appropriate refusal, not knowing what promise had been made.
Carsis' expression suddenly changed as if he was surprised by something.
Then he grabbed my wrist and spoke in a low voice.
“What is this wound?”
"Uh?"
I looked at Carsis with blank eyes in the suddenly refreshed atmosphere.
The man who asked with a furrowed brow seemed to have a hint of annoyance on his face.
“I think there’s blood.”
“Ah, this is...”
I was so shocked by the sight I saw during the day that I was trembling and couldn't bring myself to tell him that I had been hurt.
Anyway, it was this body that started it all.
I avoided his gaze demanding an answer and muttered.
“I just... fell.”
It didn't look like a fall wound to anyone, but fortunately, Carsis didn't make much of a sound.
He just stared at my hand.
“It’s nothing, so don’t worry about it.”
Just like the maid a moment ago, the people in this mansion were treating me like a fragile glass.
Why are you all making such a fuss over a wound that's nothing?
If you look at the things this woman has done so far, she definitely wasn't a weak-willed person.
I, who was laughing inwardly, gently pushed Carsis' shoulder away as he approached me.
“So, you're going back now... Ugh.”
Then, Carsis' hand that was holding my wrist gained strength.
It was when I frowned at the pressure on my wrist.
What?
Something sloppy and wet brushed against the palm of my hand without warning.
I turned my head, startled by the unfamiliar and strange sensation.
“...Carsis?”
He was licking my own palm as if it were some kind of sweet fruit.
“Wait, wait...!”
It was hot.
The wound on the man's tongue stung, but only for a moment.
I bit my lip to hold back a hot moan as his tongue played between my fingers, caressing me.
I, who had been squeezing my eyes shut at the obscene sound, glanced at him furtively.
The sight of a man licking a wound on my palm as if eating sweet honey was erotic.
It almost seemed like a dog yearning for affection from its owner.
“And in the blink of an eye, you got hurt again.”
Every time he continued speaking, I felt his hot breath on my palm.
“That won’t work, my master.”
He blurted out a word and licked my palm again. If only he had stopped there.
“...!”
Gradually, the man's tongue moves beyond the palm, to the wrist, and up the arm.
His lips, which were slowly coming closer to my face, felt hot as if they were on fire.
‘If we continue like this...’
When my mind becomes as blank as a sheet of paper.
I could feel Carsis's breath puffing out under the nape of my neck.
The man met my gaze for a moment, then closed his eyes and parted his lips.
As if trying to swallow my lips.
The moment when Carsis and I were about to have our lips meet.
“Stop.”
My single word made Carsis pause.
“Don’t do it, Carsis.”
I look up at my firm voice and make eye contact.
Then he tilted his head and asked quietly.
“Is it okay if we stop here?”
"What?"
“I couldn’t do it that day either.”
Also.
The owner of this body seemed to have planned to spend the night with this man again today.
Even though I couldn't do it that day, are you sure it's okay?
How much must the owner of this body have revealed to hear something like that?
I spoke with a suppressed feeling that I would have nothing to do in the future.
“...I don’t want to do it right now.”
“Then when?”
"What?"
“When do you think you’ll feel like doing it?”
"That..."
Probably, I don't want to continue doing this.
I hesitated to answer as if I had been asked an awkward question.
“Oh, right. Clothes.”
I looked down at the clothes I was wearing. The front buttons of my cumbersome dress were slightly undone, but the knot in the back was still tight.
“I can’t take these clothes off by myself.”
It was an outfit that took over 30 minutes just to put on.
It was a dress that only nobles who had maids to take off their clothes could wear.
Normally, I would have taken off my clothes as soon as I entered the room because of the stuffy feeling that was weighing me down, but today I didn't have the energy to do that.
“I guess I’ll have to call May again.”
Or was it the moment when I was about to pull the rope, thinking of calling another maid?
There was a knock on the closed door.
'Is it May?'
Since she was the one who put these clothes on me today, she must have realized that I couldn't take them off by myself and come back.
“Come in.”
I told her to come in without a trace of doubt and began to remove the stuffy trinkets one by one.
“I was going to call you anyway, but could you come here and help me take off my clothes?”
“...”
I pushed my hair forward without looking back.
So that May can easily take off my clothes.
The sound of footsteps that had paused for a moment reached my back.
Then as if someone's hands were familiar with it, they began to untie the knots that extended from the nape of my neck, one by one.
In the quiet room, only the sound of clothes rustling echoes quietly.
Knock. Knock.
The hems of the clothes that had been covering my body were removed one by one by skilled hands.
And when I was wearing two layers of clothing.
A voice that should never have been heard was heard.
“How much would you like me to strip you?”
“...!”
A deep, bass voice deeper than a cave.
My heart felt like it was falling to the floor and then jumping back up like a spring.
'No way.'
I looked back stiffly, like a broken doll.
Black hair that was slightly wet as if it had just been washed.
“Carsis...?”
Dark brown eyes stared at me quietly.
“Why, you...”
“Because you asked me to take off my clothes.”
“I, I thought you were May...”
Yeah, of course, I thought it was May.
At this point, I never imagined that Carsis would come to the room.
But he quietly muttered with an unknown look in his eyes.
"Lie."
Then he pulled the ribbon he was holding in his hand.
“You’ve been waiting for me to come here.”
A layer of my clothing falls to the floor.
Because of that, all that was left on my body was a thin chemise.
Same as that night.
'...What?'
I bet you've been waiting.
Could it be that there was a promise made without my knowledge? Either looked at Carsis with confused eyes.
Perhaps thinking that my unanswered response was a positive one, Carsis took a step closer. And looking at the man like that, I swallowed dryly.
'What I'm thinking, it can't be like that...?'
Or that day, I promised to do 'that act' that I mistook for a massage.
I want to believe that's not the case, but I have a pretty dizzying history with that guy.
In addition, as I thought about today's events, I took a step back without realizing it.
The eyes of a man who was staring at me intently while covered in the blood of a hungry tiger.
I felt a parched sensation in my throat as I faced the man with the same unforgettable gaze as back then.
'Seriously, why is everyone doing this?'
L'Arpege shows off an absurd game while congratulating the engagement.
And then there's Carsis, who enters the room with a strange atmosphere and takes off my clothes.
Everyone around me seemed to be abnormal.
Even as I lamented my lot, Carsis continued to walk steadily.
“Ca, Carsis...?”
Bam.
As I took one or two steps back to avoid the man, a cold wall touched my back.
As if I had nowhere else to retreat to.
The cold air from the wall seeped into my body, which was wearing only a thin chemise that showed the outline of my body.
I, who was startled by the coldness, raised my hand and distanced myself from him.
“Oh, I’m a little tired today...”
It was when I was trying to express an appropriate refusal, not knowing what promise had been made.
Carsis' expression suddenly changed as if he was surprised by something.
Then he grabbed my wrist and spoke in a low voice.
“What is this wound?”
"Uh?"
I looked at Carsis with blank eyes in the suddenly refreshed atmosphere.
The man who asked with a furrowed brow seemed to have a hint of annoyance on his face.
“I think there’s blood.”
“Ah, this is...”
I was so shocked by the sight I saw during the day that I was trembling and couldn't bring myself to tell him that I had been hurt.
Anyway, it was this body that started it all.
I avoided his gaze demanding an answer and muttered.
“I just... fell.”
It didn't look like a fall wound to anyone, but fortunately, Carsis didn't make much of a sound.
He just stared at my hand.
“It’s nothing, so don’t worry about it.”
Just like the maid a moment ago, the people in this mansion were treating me like a fragile glass.
Why are you all making such a fuss over a wound that's nothing?
If you look at the things this woman has done so far, she definitely wasn't a weak-willed person.
I, who was laughing inwardly, gently pushed Carsis' shoulder away as he approached me.
“So, you're going back now... Ugh.”
Then, Carsis' hand that was holding my wrist gained strength.
It was when I frowned at the pressure on my wrist.
What?
Something sloppy and wet brushed against the palm of my hand without warning.
I turned my head, startled by the unfamiliar and strange sensation.
“...Carsis?”
He was licking my own palm as if it were some kind of sweet fruit.
“Wait, wait...!”
It was hot.
The wound on the man's tongue stung, but only for a moment.
I bit my lip to hold back a hot moan as his tongue played between my fingers, caressing me.
I, who had been squeezing my eyes shut at the obscene sound, glanced at him furtively.
The sight of a man licking a wound on my palm as if eating sweet honey was erotic.
It almost seemed like a dog yearning for affection from its owner.
“And in the blink of an eye, you got hurt again.”
Every time he continued speaking, I felt his hot breath on my palm.
“That won’t work, my master.”
He blurted out a word and licked my palm again. If only he had stopped there.
“...!”
Gradually, the man's tongue moves beyond the palm, to the wrist, and up the arm.
His lips, which were slowly coming closer to my face, felt hot as if they were on fire.
‘If we continue like this...’
When my mind becomes as blank as a sheet of paper.
I could feel Carsis's breath puffing out under the nape of my neck.
The man met my gaze for a moment, then closed his eyes and parted his lips.
As if trying to swallow my lips.
The moment when Carsis and I were about to have our lips meet.
“Stop.”
My single word made Carsis pause.
“Don’t do it, Carsis.”
I look up at my firm voice and make eye contact.
Then he tilted his head and asked quietly.
“Is it okay if we stop here?”
"What?"
“I couldn’t do it that day either.”
Also.
The owner of this body seemed to have planned to spend the night with this man again today.
Even though I couldn't do it that day, are you sure it's okay?
How much must the owner of this body have revealed to hear something like that?
I spoke with a suppressed feeling that I would have nothing to do in the future.
“...I don’t want to do it right now.”
“Then when?”
"What?"
“When do you think you’ll feel like doing it?”
"That..."
Probably, I don't want to continue doing this.
I hesitated to answer as if I had been asked an awkward question.
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