Emily slowly looked up at the towel that had fallen to the floor.
She had only ever seen Killian naked, so she could only imagine his appearance.
Broad shoulders, a broad chest, chiseled abs beneath, thick sides, and firm thighs she'd felt before. A perfectly toned butt, and...
A horrified Emily covered her mouth with both hands.
“Oh, this isn’t it.”
Emily quickly covered her eyes and screamed.
“Hey, get dressed quickly!”
Killian was also flustered, so he quickly moved his body that had stopped for a moment, picked up the towel, and wrapped it around his lower body.
“It’s done now.”
At those words, Emily opened her eyes slightly. The sight of his lower body barely covered made her feel dizzy again.
She slowly crawled onto the sofa in the room and sat down.
Let us think godly thoughts, godly thoughts!
Emily, recalling the god she believed in, found herself drawn to a statue of a male god. It felt familiar, and Killian's body was perfectly proportioned and structured, just like a statue in a temple.
'No! My thoughts shouldn't flow like this!'
Killian sat across from Emily, who was already struggling with her unhealthy thoughts.
Emily opened her mouth with difficulty, afraid that she might do something bad when she saw the flesh-colored body filling her field of vision.
“Can we sit somewhere else instead of there?”
Killian thought for a moment, then sat down at the end of the sofa next to where Emily was sitting.
'I didn't mean for you to sit here!'
As Emily smelled Killian's body scent, fresh from the shower, she wondered if he had done this on purpose to torture her.
But Killian thought Emily's words were a sign of her unwillingness to face him. He asked in a slightly sullen tone.
“But what’s going on in this room?”
“I accidentally opened a secret passage. What about you?”
“The bathroom in my room is under renovation.”
“Alvin reported it to me, too, but I forgot.”
Since then, there has been little communication between the two.
It was already awkward to meet someone for the first time since the Cold War, and conversation was even more impossible in this outfit.
“Anyway, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to see you naked.”
Emily offered a cursory apology and planned to quickly leave the room. But Killian's lips were tightly shut, a look of concern on his face, as if he had something to say.
Emily, who had been waiting for his answer for a few seconds, was about to get up when Killian called her urgently.
“Emily.”
It was the first time in a long time that she'd heard her name. Even though her lingering feelings for him hadn't completely subsided, Emily's heart trembled helplessly.
As she sat back down on the sofa, Killian continued, his gaze still fixed on the floor.
“I'm sorry I apologized to you so late.”
His apology was also unexpected.
"At that time, I judged it dangerous to be alone with the Crown Prince, so I pushed you forward based solely on my assumptions. I'm sorry I didn't fully grasp the situation, and I'm sorry I scared you."
And it was a much more polite apology than she'd expected. Feeling Killian's sincerity, Emily's feelings of resentment instantly melted away.
“Are you saying that because you’re worried about me?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Emily answered refreshingly.
"All right."
Encouraged by those words, Killian slowly raised his head and met Emily's eyes.
“Do you forgive me?”
Emily nodded with a bashful smile. Killian, who had been staring at her smile as if entranced, quickly turned his head away.
Emily wasn't the only one who was feeling the pinch. He, too, was troubled by the alluring sight of her in her sheer chemise.
The temperature in the room rose to a fever pitch. Emily, feeling like she was in serious trouble if she stayed any longer, pinched her thigh and stood up.
“Then I’ll go to sleep now.”
“Yes, me too.”
The two of them disappeared into their respective rooms without even exchanging a glance.
The night was unusually long tonight.
John has been thinking about this for the past few days.
Originally, this child had no qualms about upsetting or causing discomfort to others. But he felt guilty for causing Emily's pain.
Guilt is something that doesn't suit John at all, but somehow the little boy learned to feel that way while spending time with Emily.
Having killed his pride, John knocked on the door to Killian's study first. A voice called out, "Come in."
Killian, who had assumed it would be Giovanni or Alvin, lowered his gaze when he saw no one coming in after opening the door.
A head as big as a chestnut appeared under the desk.
“Kid, what are you doing here?”
“Is that all you have to say when you see me?”
Killian reflected on his past actions. Now that he thought about it, he really did blurt out those words when he met John.
“I apologize. But I really wonder what brought you here.”
'Yes, enough, let's stop talking.'
John sighed and sat down on the sofa opposite Killian's desk.
“Apologize to Emily. It was my fault.”
At those words, Killian raised one eyebrow and asked.
“What’s wrong?”
"I thought you already knew everything, Uncle. I sent a fake letter to the Crown Prince."
It was unusual for John to be the first to confess his wrongdoing. Killian smiled happily and pulled a handkerchief from his bosom.
“I’ll give this back.”
“As expected, my uncle took it.”
John ran to the desk, quickly snatched up the handkerchief, and stuffed it into his pocket. He didn't forget to glare at Killian again.
“Instead, you should also take care of your own business.”
“Tch, okay.”
“Before that, I’d like you to clarify one thing.”
“What is it?”
“Come closer.”
John, who had been listening to Killian's advice, nodded. It was advice that wouldn't be detrimental to him either.
And that evening, the three of them sat down at the table for the first time in a long time.
“Emily, I’m sorry.”
Before the food came out, John opened his mouth.
“What do you mean?”
“Actually, I read the letter that His Highness the Crown Prince sent first and sent a reply to His Highness.”
"What?"
Emily's fork fell to the table at the unexpected appearance of the culprit. Fearing Emily's disappointed gaze, John quickly made an excuse.
"I'm a commoner, so I've never had the opportunity to see the royal family. I wanted to see His Highness the Crown Prince up close."
It was an excuse adapted from Killian's advice.
“So you’re saying you sent the invitation because you were curious about His Highness the Crown Prince’s face?”
"Yes..."
As expected, instead of being angry at John, Emily felt sorry for him.
“I wish you had told me sooner.”
“I’m sorry, really.”
As John's eyes welled up with tears, Emily opened her mouth as if she had made up her mind.
“No. Let’s greet His Highness the Crown Prince together next time.”
At those words, Killian's fork fell to the table. Damn, that wasn't the story.
Anyway, peace returned to the mansion.
And the day that John's first day of school, which everyone in the Starr family except Emily had been waiting for, had arrived.
“What the hell is this situation?”
John, who had been examining his own sports day application form, cursed harshly. The attendance checkbox didn't say "two-person, three-legged race with mother," but "three-legged race with parents."
"Uncle."
John walked straight to Killian and waved the application in front of him.
“Did Uncle tamper with my application?”
John's demeanor was quite grim. Killian snatched the paper away, folded it carefully, and stuffed it back into John's pants.
“In the mafia world, the rule is to get revenge in proportion to what you’ve been through.”
“So you committed this terrible act?”
John absolutely didn't want to be intimate with Killian. Some might scoff and say that even this counts as intimacy, but that's just nonsense.
John, a perfectionist, never put his arm around anyone at the academy or held hands with anyone. Emily was the only exception.
But Killian spoke firmly without blinking an eye, even as he looked at the angry John.
“Yeah. So you'd better take responsibility for your actions from now on.”
“But in exchange for getting the handkerchief back, I helped you reconcile with Emily!”
When John spoke with a grin, Killian barely managed to suppress a nod. He couldn't use this as an excuse to rip him off for something else.
“...Mafia revenge is usually doubled.”
“You didn’t just make it up, did you?”
“That’s funny. Giovanni, did I just make this up?”
Giovanni was a capable subordinate. He had already added to his notebook as soon as Killian finished speaking. He confidently unfolded the Mafia rules in his notebook and showed them to John.
"I'm not lying, kid. It's the original rule."
Indeed, such a story was written in Mafia Rule 113. John, who hadn't noticed it until now, trembled.
“That’s ridiculous...”
“Then let’s go back to our seats now.”
“But, uncle.”
John, who had been grumbling, looked up at Killian with his arms crossed.
“Can you say that my uncle had no selfish motives whatsoever in doing this?”
“What does that mean?”
"For example, I want to hold Emily's hand or put my arm around her shoulder. Isn't that why you even bothered to fill out my application?"
As expected, the boy's eyes were accurate. Instead of answering, Killian stroked John's head.
“Shut up and get ready to be number one.”
She had only ever seen Killian naked, so she could only imagine his appearance.
Broad shoulders, a broad chest, chiseled abs beneath, thick sides, and firm thighs she'd felt before. A perfectly toned butt, and...
A horrified Emily covered her mouth with both hands.
“Oh, this isn’t it.”
Emily quickly covered her eyes and screamed.
“Hey, get dressed quickly!”
Killian was also flustered, so he quickly moved his body that had stopped for a moment, picked up the towel, and wrapped it around his lower body.
“It’s done now.”
At those words, Emily opened her eyes slightly. The sight of his lower body barely covered made her feel dizzy again.
She slowly crawled onto the sofa in the room and sat down.
Let us think godly thoughts, godly thoughts!
Emily, recalling the god she believed in, found herself drawn to a statue of a male god. It felt familiar, and Killian's body was perfectly proportioned and structured, just like a statue in a temple.
'No! My thoughts shouldn't flow like this!'
Killian sat across from Emily, who was already struggling with her unhealthy thoughts.
Emily opened her mouth with difficulty, afraid that she might do something bad when she saw the flesh-colored body filling her field of vision.
“Can we sit somewhere else instead of there?”
Killian thought for a moment, then sat down at the end of the sofa next to where Emily was sitting.
'I didn't mean for you to sit here!'
As Emily smelled Killian's body scent, fresh from the shower, she wondered if he had done this on purpose to torture her.
But Killian thought Emily's words were a sign of her unwillingness to face him. He asked in a slightly sullen tone.
“But what’s going on in this room?”
“I accidentally opened a secret passage. What about you?”
“The bathroom in my room is under renovation.”
“Alvin reported it to me, too, but I forgot.”
Since then, there has been little communication between the two.
It was already awkward to meet someone for the first time since the Cold War, and conversation was even more impossible in this outfit.
“Anyway, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to see you naked.”
Emily offered a cursory apology and planned to quickly leave the room. But Killian's lips were tightly shut, a look of concern on his face, as if he had something to say.
Emily, who had been waiting for his answer for a few seconds, was about to get up when Killian called her urgently.
“Emily.”
It was the first time in a long time that she'd heard her name. Even though her lingering feelings for him hadn't completely subsided, Emily's heart trembled helplessly.
As she sat back down on the sofa, Killian continued, his gaze still fixed on the floor.
“I'm sorry I apologized to you so late.”
His apology was also unexpected.
"At that time, I judged it dangerous to be alone with the Crown Prince, so I pushed you forward based solely on my assumptions. I'm sorry I didn't fully grasp the situation, and I'm sorry I scared you."
And it was a much more polite apology than she'd expected. Feeling Killian's sincerity, Emily's feelings of resentment instantly melted away.
“Are you saying that because you’re worried about me?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Emily answered refreshingly.
"All right."
Encouraged by those words, Killian slowly raised his head and met Emily's eyes.
“Do you forgive me?”
Emily nodded with a bashful smile. Killian, who had been staring at her smile as if entranced, quickly turned his head away.
Emily wasn't the only one who was feeling the pinch. He, too, was troubled by the alluring sight of her in her sheer chemise.
The temperature in the room rose to a fever pitch. Emily, feeling like she was in serious trouble if she stayed any longer, pinched her thigh and stood up.
“Then I’ll go to sleep now.”
“Yes, me too.”
The two of them disappeared into their respective rooms without even exchanging a glance.
The night was unusually long tonight.
***
John has been thinking about this for the past few days.
Originally, this child had no qualms about upsetting or causing discomfort to others. But he felt guilty for causing Emily's pain.
Guilt is something that doesn't suit John at all, but somehow the little boy learned to feel that way while spending time with Emily.
Having killed his pride, John knocked on the door to Killian's study first. A voice called out, "Come in."
Killian, who had assumed it would be Giovanni or Alvin, lowered his gaze when he saw no one coming in after opening the door.
A head as big as a chestnut appeared under the desk.
“Kid, what are you doing here?”
“Is that all you have to say when you see me?”
Killian reflected on his past actions. Now that he thought about it, he really did blurt out those words when he met John.
“I apologize. But I really wonder what brought you here.”
'Yes, enough, let's stop talking.'
John sighed and sat down on the sofa opposite Killian's desk.
“Apologize to Emily. It was my fault.”
At those words, Killian raised one eyebrow and asked.
“What’s wrong?”
"I thought you already knew everything, Uncle. I sent a fake letter to the Crown Prince."
It was unusual for John to be the first to confess his wrongdoing. Killian smiled happily and pulled a handkerchief from his bosom.
“I’ll give this back.”
“As expected, my uncle took it.”
John ran to the desk, quickly snatched up the handkerchief, and stuffed it into his pocket. He didn't forget to glare at Killian again.
“Instead, you should also take care of your own business.”
“Tch, okay.”
“Before that, I’d like you to clarify one thing.”
“What is it?”
“Come closer.”
John, who had been listening to Killian's advice, nodded. It was advice that wouldn't be detrimental to him either.
And that evening, the three of them sat down at the table for the first time in a long time.
“Emily, I’m sorry.”
Before the food came out, John opened his mouth.
“What do you mean?”
“Actually, I read the letter that His Highness the Crown Prince sent first and sent a reply to His Highness.”
"What?"
Emily's fork fell to the table at the unexpected appearance of the culprit. Fearing Emily's disappointed gaze, John quickly made an excuse.
"I'm a commoner, so I've never had the opportunity to see the royal family. I wanted to see His Highness the Crown Prince up close."
It was an excuse adapted from Killian's advice.
“So you’re saying you sent the invitation because you were curious about His Highness the Crown Prince’s face?”
"Yes..."
As expected, instead of being angry at John, Emily felt sorry for him.
“I wish you had told me sooner.”
“I’m sorry, really.”
As John's eyes welled up with tears, Emily opened her mouth as if she had made up her mind.
“No. Let’s greet His Highness the Crown Prince together next time.”
At those words, Killian's fork fell to the table. Damn, that wasn't the story.
Anyway, peace returned to the mansion.
And the day that John's first day of school, which everyone in the Starr family except Emily had been waiting for, had arrived.
“What the hell is this situation?”
John, who had been examining his own sports day application form, cursed harshly. The attendance checkbox didn't say "two-person, three-legged race with mother," but "three-legged race with parents."
"Uncle."
John walked straight to Killian and waved the application in front of him.
“Did Uncle tamper with my application?”
John's demeanor was quite grim. Killian snatched the paper away, folded it carefully, and stuffed it back into John's pants.
“In the mafia world, the rule is to get revenge in proportion to what you’ve been through.”
“So you committed this terrible act?”
John absolutely didn't want to be intimate with Killian. Some might scoff and say that even this counts as intimacy, but that's just nonsense.
John, a perfectionist, never put his arm around anyone at the academy or held hands with anyone. Emily was the only exception.
But Killian spoke firmly without blinking an eye, even as he looked at the angry John.
“Yeah. So you'd better take responsibility for your actions from now on.”
“But in exchange for getting the handkerchief back, I helped you reconcile with Emily!”
When John spoke with a grin, Killian barely managed to suppress a nod. He couldn't use this as an excuse to rip him off for something else.
“...Mafia revenge is usually doubled.”
“You didn’t just make it up, did you?”
“That’s funny. Giovanni, did I just make this up?”
Giovanni was a capable subordinate. He had already added to his notebook as soon as Killian finished speaking. He confidently unfolded the Mafia rules in his notebook and showed them to John.
"I'm not lying, kid. It's the original rule."
Indeed, such a story was written in Mafia Rule 113. John, who hadn't noticed it until now, trembled.
“That’s ridiculous...”
“Then let’s go back to our seats now.”
“But, uncle.”
John, who had been grumbling, looked up at Killian with his arms crossed.
“Can you say that my uncle had no selfish motives whatsoever in doing this?”
“What does that mean?”
"For example, I want to hold Emily's hand or put my arm around her shoulder. Isn't that why you even bothered to fill out my application?"
As expected, the boy's eyes were accurate. Instead of answering, Killian stroked John's head.
“Shut up and get ready to be number one.”
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