That night, I was meowing with Lamia again in the shared bedroom.
“I heard you got an apology for yesterday?”
“So, so what!”
“Then today is definitely the day!”
“What, what do you mean?”
Lamia chuckled and nudged my shoulder with her elbow.
“Hey, you know, but you’re pretending not to know.”
I jumped up and straightened my face.
“You really have no manners!”
Actually, it wasn't that I got angry because she was really rude, but rather because of Lamia's annoying tone that made me angry.
Lamia grinned and shrugged slightly.
“I hear that a lot!”
“That’s not a compliment.”
“That’s not important right now.”
Lamia opened her eyes seriously.
“What did I tell you to keep in mind?”
I answered hesitantly, avoiding Lamia's gaze with a reddened face.
“If you don’t like it, push it away with all your might.”
"And?"
“Yes, yes, if it’s good, then it’s good...”
My voice was getting hoarser. My face felt like it was going to burst.
Lamia nodded happily, as if satisfied.
"If you've thought carefully about what I've told you, there won't be much to surprise you. Don't be too scared."
I thought to myself over and over again.
"This is a duty. A couple's duty. It's a duty. You have a responsibility to fulfill it."
Then Lamia patted my shoulder.
“Don’t think of it as just a duty. Think of it as something fun.”
“T, there’s no way it’s fun!”
"Oh?"
Lamia's eyes widened.
“This is definitely a pleasure. The lady likes our master.”
“That’s not it.”
First, I denied it and then grumbled.
“And what does that have to do with fun?”
"It doesn't matter. Trust me. Spending the night with someone you love is a truly happy and enjoyable experience."
'The problem is that it's not just about passing the time.'
I couldn't believe Lamia's words and continued to grumble.
“What do you know?”
In my past life, I had experienced marriage, but Lamia, who spoke as if she knew everything, most likely had experienced nothing.
Having no place to return to means having no family and no husband to wait for her.
But Lamia said something unexpected.
“I know because I’ve been married.”
She chuckled confidently.
“Besides, I had several lovers.”
"...What?"
Lamia winked at me with a playful expression.
"I'll explain in detail later if you feel like it. Anyway, this is a story from someone with experience, so trust me. Of course, Master, he'll do a good job! I'm going now!"
She waved at me and walked out.
I gaped at the door she had left through.
‘In marriage... many lovers...’
What on earth is her true identity?
'It seems like she knows how to use magic, too.'
According to her, it's not a great magic, but rather an illusion magic that briefly changes the appearance of someone nearby.
It is said that he was rejected even by the Magic Tower, which was said to sweep away all magicians because her ability was so trivial.
Anyway, the past story that Lamia had briefly revealed was so provocative that I was distracted from thinking about Callius and seriously contemplating Lamia's true identity.
I was startled to realize that Callius had already entered the room.
"Oh!"
I jumped up from my seat on the bed as I met his eyes as he stood beside me, watching me.
“What are you thinking so intently about?”
I shouted, not knowing what to do, at Callius' playful addition.
“I was thinking about my relationship with Callius, not Lamia!”
I quickly poured it out and flinched.
'Wait for a sec.'
What is this horrible feeling that I'm saying the opposite of what I want?
'I was thinking about Lamia's marriage, not Callius'... I'll say... I thought...'
I looked up at Callius blankly.
Callius, speechless, looked at me, his expression asking if he had heard correctly.
It felt like I was melting from head to toe.
I covered myself with the blanket and lay down neatly like a corpse.
'It's a dream. This is a dream.'
Even though it's a dream, why can I hear laughter so clearly next to me?
I kept my eyes closed as if I were dead.
Fortunately, Callius didn't tease me about my slip of the tongue.
If that were the case, it would have been difficult to bear the shame.
At that moment, I heard the sound of a cloth being swept past my ears.
'What?'
Out of curiosity, I opened one eye slightly and looked towards the sound, and my eyes met with Callius's, who had unbuttoned his top and pulled it halfway down his shoulder.
"Oh, would it be okay if I took off my clothes? I've gotten used to sleeping topless, so I'd like to do that at least in the bedroom."
“...!”
I covered my gaping mouth with my hand.
Callius stood there, unable to take off or put on his clothes, his square shoulders and firm chest half exposed, as I froze, unable to answer.
In that moment, the words Lamia had said flashed through my mind.
Lamia had given me very detailed instructions on what to do after he entered the room and lay down next to me.
'Oh, dizzy.'
I closed my eyes and rested my hand on my forehead.
“Chloe?”
“Uh, do whatever you want...”
I said with my eyes tightly closed.
'Yes, let's get this over with quickly.'
With that thought in mind, I lay down with my eyes tightly closed and my body relaxed.
Soon, I felt Callius sitting on the bed, his top off.
Gulp.
The blanket was lifted, and the smoky air from the fireplace seeped into it.
The blanket rustled every time he moved.
'I'm lying down...!'
I don't think I was this nervous on my first day of union with Viscount Pelsus, so why am I so nervous now?
At the time, I was just embarrassed and uncomfortable about sharing a bed with a man I barely knew. After that, it was just fear.
'Fortunately, I haven't shared a room with Viscount Pelsus since our first meeting.'
Anyway, now it feels completely different than back then.
'My heart feels like it's going to burst.'
I crossed my legs anxiously, waiting for what would happen next.
But Callius was unexpectedly quiet.
I opened my eyes slightly again and looked at Callius.
“Have you seen this?”
Callius sat with his back against a pillow and waved a piece of wood he was carving before my eyes.
"Yes?"
“I started out wanting to make a snow cat sculpture, but it’s taking longer than I thought.”
“Oh, yes...”
Why are we suddenly talking about sculptures?
He looked at the sculpture with a serious face and asked for my opinion.
“What does it look like to Chloe? Does it look like a snow cat?”
I looked closely at the piece he held out.
“I think the tail should be longer.”
“Is that so?”
He listened to me seriously and marked the length of the tail on a piece of wood with a quill on the table.
“This much?”
“A little longer than that.”
“So, is this it?”
"Yes."
I was a little taken aback, but he seemed serious, so I looked at the sculpture seriously too.
I suddenly felt a sense of responsibility as he listened to my advice and tried to reflect it in modifying the shape of the sculpture.
'You probably know more about snow cats than I do, yet you're listening to my opinion.'
I was a little excited, so I ended up talking about this and that without realizing it.
"I think it would be much more similar if the ears were a bit more pointed. I saw earlier that snow cats' ears were closer to triangles."
“Oh, come to think of it!”
Without showing any sign of annoyance, Callius picked up his chisel and, as I had instructed, carved the round ears of the sculpture into triangles.
“I did as Chloe said, and it turned out much more similar.”
“Really!”
After that, we talked for a long time about how to carve the piece.
“Wouldn’t it be better if the feet were a little bigger?”
“That’s right. Snow cats have large paws relative to their bodies.”
“Wow, you cut it really smoothly!”
“It’s all thanks to Chloe’s great direction.”
“I think you need to trim the tail now.”
"This is the hardest part. Last time, I tried to cut the tail and ended up splitting it in two."
“Be careful.”
As we sat close together, chatting away like that, my heart, which had been pounding like crazy, soon calmed down.
I watched Callius handle the carving knife with a relaxed feeling.
It was nice to hear the wood being carved, making a crunching sound.
Then, my gaze gradually became drawn to his arm muscles that twitched every time he moved the carving knife.
“Callius.”
I looked back and forth between his arm and mine, and then, unable to resist the sudden surge of desire, I asked.
“If you don’t mind, I...”
Callius looked at me.
His face, illuminated by the firelight of the fireplace, glowed crimson.
“Can I touch your body?”
“I heard you got an apology for yesterday?”
“So, so what!”
“Then today is definitely the day!”
“What, what do you mean?”
Lamia chuckled and nudged my shoulder with her elbow.
“Hey, you know, but you’re pretending not to know.”
I jumped up and straightened my face.
“You really have no manners!”
Actually, it wasn't that I got angry because she was really rude, but rather because of Lamia's annoying tone that made me angry.
Lamia grinned and shrugged slightly.
“I hear that a lot!”
“That’s not a compliment.”
“That’s not important right now.”
Lamia opened her eyes seriously.
“What did I tell you to keep in mind?”
I answered hesitantly, avoiding Lamia's gaze with a reddened face.
“If you don’t like it, push it away with all your might.”
"And?"
“Yes, yes, if it’s good, then it’s good...”
My voice was getting hoarser. My face felt like it was going to burst.
Lamia nodded happily, as if satisfied.
"If you've thought carefully about what I've told you, there won't be much to surprise you. Don't be too scared."
I thought to myself over and over again.
"This is a duty. A couple's duty. It's a duty. You have a responsibility to fulfill it."
Then Lamia patted my shoulder.
“Don’t think of it as just a duty. Think of it as something fun.”
“T, there’s no way it’s fun!”
"Oh?"
Lamia's eyes widened.
“This is definitely a pleasure. The lady likes our master.”
“That’s not it.”
First, I denied it and then grumbled.
“And what does that have to do with fun?”
"It doesn't matter. Trust me. Spending the night with someone you love is a truly happy and enjoyable experience."
'The problem is that it's not just about passing the time.'
I couldn't believe Lamia's words and continued to grumble.
“What do you know?”
In my past life, I had experienced marriage, but Lamia, who spoke as if she knew everything, most likely had experienced nothing.
Having no place to return to means having no family and no husband to wait for her.
But Lamia said something unexpected.
“I know because I’ve been married.”
She chuckled confidently.
“Besides, I had several lovers.”
"...What?"
Lamia winked at me with a playful expression.
"I'll explain in detail later if you feel like it. Anyway, this is a story from someone with experience, so trust me. Of course, Master, he'll do a good job! I'm going now!"
She waved at me and walked out.
I gaped at the door she had left through.
‘In marriage... many lovers...’
What on earth is her true identity?
'It seems like she knows how to use magic, too.'
According to her, it's not a great magic, but rather an illusion magic that briefly changes the appearance of someone nearby.
It is said that he was rejected even by the Magic Tower, which was said to sweep away all magicians because her ability was so trivial.
Anyway, the past story that Lamia had briefly revealed was so provocative that I was distracted from thinking about Callius and seriously contemplating Lamia's true identity.
I was startled to realize that Callius had already entered the room.
"Oh!"
I jumped up from my seat on the bed as I met his eyes as he stood beside me, watching me.
“What are you thinking so intently about?”
I shouted, not knowing what to do, at Callius' playful addition.
“I was thinking about my relationship with Callius, not Lamia!”
I quickly poured it out and flinched.
'Wait for a sec.'
What is this horrible feeling that I'm saying the opposite of what I want?
'I was thinking about Lamia's marriage, not Callius'... I'll say... I thought...'
I looked up at Callius blankly.
Callius, speechless, looked at me, his expression asking if he had heard correctly.
It felt like I was melting from head to toe.
I covered myself with the blanket and lay down neatly like a corpse.
'It's a dream. This is a dream.'
Even though it's a dream, why can I hear laughter so clearly next to me?
I kept my eyes closed as if I were dead.
Fortunately, Callius didn't tease me about my slip of the tongue.
If that were the case, it would have been difficult to bear the shame.
At that moment, I heard the sound of a cloth being swept past my ears.
'What?'
Out of curiosity, I opened one eye slightly and looked towards the sound, and my eyes met with Callius's, who had unbuttoned his top and pulled it halfway down his shoulder.
"Oh, would it be okay if I took off my clothes? I've gotten used to sleeping topless, so I'd like to do that at least in the bedroom."
“...!”
I covered my gaping mouth with my hand.
Callius stood there, unable to take off or put on his clothes, his square shoulders and firm chest half exposed, as I froze, unable to answer.
In that moment, the words Lamia had said flashed through my mind.
Lamia had given me very detailed instructions on what to do after he entered the room and lay down next to me.
'Oh, dizzy.'
I closed my eyes and rested my hand on my forehead.
“Chloe?”
“Uh, do whatever you want...”
I said with my eyes tightly closed.
'Yes, let's get this over with quickly.'
With that thought in mind, I lay down with my eyes tightly closed and my body relaxed.
Soon, I felt Callius sitting on the bed, his top off.
Gulp.
The blanket was lifted, and the smoky air from the fireplace seeped into it.
The blanket rustled every time he moved.
'I'm lying down...!'
I don't think I was this nervous on my first day of union with Viscount Pelsus, so why am I so nervous now?
At the time, I was just embarrassed and uncomfortable about sharing a bed with a man I barely knew. After that, it was just fear.
'Fortunately, I haven't shared a room with Viscount Pelsus since our first meeting.'
Anyway, now it feels completely different than back then.
'My heart feels like it's going to burst.'
I crossed my legs anxiously, waiting for what would happen next.
But Callius was unexpectedly quiet.
I opened my eyes slightly again and looked at Callius.
“Have you seen this?”
Callius sat with his back against a pillow and waved a piece of wood he was carving before my eyes.
"Yes?"
“I started out wanting to make a snow cat sculpture, but it’s taking longer than I thought.”
“Oh, yes...”
Why are we suddenly talking about sculptures?
He looked at the sculpture with a serious face and asked for my opinion.
“What does it look like to Chloe? Does it look like a snow cat?”
I looked closely at the piece he held out.
“I think the tail should be longer.”
“Is that so?”
He listened to me seriously and marked the length of the tail on a piece of wood with a quill on the table.
“This much?”
“A little longer than that.”
“So, is this it?”
"Yes."
I was a little taken aback, but he seemed serious, so I looked at the sculpture seriously too.
I suddenly felt a sense of responsibility as he listened to my advice and tried to reflect it in modifying the shape of the sculpture.
'You probably know more about snow cats than I do, yet you're listening to my opinion.'
I was a little excited, so I ended up talking about this and that without realizing it.
"I think it would be much more similar if the ears were a bit more pointed. I saw earlier that snow cats' ears were closer to triangles."
“Oh, come to think of it!”
Without showing any sign of annoyance, Callius picked up his chisel and, as I had instructed, carved the round ears of the sculpture into triangles.
“I did as Chloe said, and it turned out much more similar.”
“Really!”
After that, we talked for a long time about how to carve the piece.
“Wouldn’t it be better if the feet were a little bigger?”
“That’s right. Snow cats have large paws relative to their bodies.”
“Wow, you cut it really smoothly!”
“It’s all thanks to Chloe’s great direction.”
“I think you need to trim the tail now.”
"This is the hardest part. Last time, I tried to cut the tail and ended up splitting it in two."
“Be careful.”
As we sat close together, chatting away like that, my heart, which had been pounding like crazy, soon calmed down.
I watched Callius handle the carving knife with a relaxed feeling.
It was nice to hear the wood being carved, making a crunching sound.
Then, my gaze gradually became drawn to his arm muscles that twitched every time he moved the carving knife.
“Callius.”
I looked back and forth between his arm and mine, and then, unable to resist the sudden surge of desire, I asked.
“If you don’t mind, I...”
Callius looked at me.
His face, illuminated by the firelight of the fireplace, glowed crimson.
“Can I touch your body?”
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