“By the way, you’re talking about someone else in front of me. You’re truly the master.”
Shish made his eyes into crescent moons and smiled faintly.
"It's annoying enough that you keep eyeing such trivial things, Master, but now you're talking about something other than me? Hmph, I'll make you think only of me."
Just looking at his face made me want to jump for joy, but the hand caressing my body set off an emergency alarm.
As the fingers that had been walking on my thighs moved down to my buttocks, it was not the time to reconsider the situation.
I was holding back from provoking Shish by reciting the plot of this novel for no reason, but if I kept my mouth shut, I was in big trouble.
“Shish, you have a destined partner!”
Finally, the hand that was gripping my lower back stopped, and I gasped desperately, trying to completely remove it.
Although the heroine touched Shish's ear and he became interested, the real reason was something else.
'Shish Milan fell in love with the heroine at first sight.'
So, even when the heroine touched his ear, he didn't kill her.
“You, the one who will love you. And the one you will come to love.”
The crimson pupils dilated slightly.
“She’s a very cheerful, positive person who never feels sad. She’s a very lovable person.”
“...”
"Someone like that will appear soon, Shish. So just wait a little longer."
His grip on my flesh loosened. Okay, did the persuasion work?
“I don’t know, something like that.”
My expectations were immediately shattered.
Shish's red lips twisted even more.
“I have decided that my destined partner is you, Master, so I don’t need anything else.”
It is Shish's characteristic to push through once he decides on something.
Why is this crazy guy so unnecessarily stubborn?
Yeah, I made it that way.
“Shish, Shish.”
“It’s okay if the master calls me by my name, but don’t try to pass it off like that.”
"No, the table is for eating. So I shouldn't sit there."
I started to persuade him in a different direction.
"Aha."
The cute nasal sound gave me goosebumps.
“Master, what you’re saying is that it doesn’t matter if it’s not a table?”
Huh?
“Yes, let’s go to the room.”
Huh?
“You know, Master? It’s better during the day.”
What, what?
“I’ll make it so that you won’t even notice the days passing by...”
I'm a person who cherishes every day, so I'll decline!
“Yes, yes, yes, wait a minute!”
Shish, who had moved to the bedroom, strode over to the bed and lay me down. Then he climbed on top of me.
“Where would my master like to go?”
Phew!
The red alert has gone off!
I tried to lower the hem of my dress, but Shish made it impossible. He leaned down and began to stroke my neck with his lips.
“Shish, wait. Ah.”
"Why."
A rather heated voice wrapped itself around my throat.
“We’re going to get closer anyway. This much is okay.”
It's not okay at all.
“Shish, Shish. Wait a minute. Ah!”
Shish's hands began to gently stroke my body.
"If there's a place you like, tell me. Then I can warm you up a little faster."
“No, Shish. That.”
Just every part you touch is hot.
“Shish, just a moment. Calm down. Calm down!”
I jumped up and hugged Shishi's neck. Then I slapped his back hard.
“Shish!”
“Ah, master.”
Fortunately, it seemed as if Shish had taken his hands off my body, then pulled my arm out and made me touch his back.
“Touched?”
The raw scars on my palms made it hard to breathe.
“It’s a mark from the beating of my father.”
“...”
“Master, you know.”
My heart feels like it has stopped.
The soft voice stabbed me sharply, as if it were stabbing me.
"It hurt so much I could barely breathe. I tried to erase the scar when I grew up, but it was so deep, from such a young age, it wouldn't go away."
“...”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore. But it still bothers me.”
Shish's eyes, which had slightly raised their heads and met mine, were dark and sunken.
“If you touch me, will it get better?”
I stared into those crimson eyes, unable to touch or remove my hand from the scar. Inside them was my own shocked face.
"At first, I wanted to ask you, the one who created this wound. What on earth were you thinking? After hearing the reason, I was going to kill you."
The cold, settled voice pierced my lungs.
Shish's purpose in telling this story was clear.
You made me like this, and now you're trying to run away? Are you rejecting me for what you've made me?
He was saying this.
I opened my mouth as if I had to say something, but no voice came out.
It was so painful to see him say such things so calmly. I couldn't possibly get angry.
I felt like crying because Shish, who had felt like a virtual character until now, was breathing and felt like a living person.
In the bedroom, the only sound was me panting.
“What were you thinking when you made me do this?”
I couldn't bring myself to cry.
Shedding tears seemed so insignificant compared to his suffering, as if it made the suffering he endured seem too easy.
“I was curious. How did you feel after you made me want to die?”
I wanted to make you feel the same way when you hear that story.
Shish added softly.
“But the master I actually saw was so lovely, I couldn’t do that.”
I felt like I was sinking into the depths of the ocean, suffocating. Stroking my cheek, Shish demanded.
“Kiss me.”
I had no choice but to do as he said. I gasped, biting his thin lips and sticking my tongue out.
Shish supported the back of my head so that I could do better.
The sound of sloshing liquid pierced my eardrums, but I couldn't stop. The irony of this situation was that my partner's saliva tasted sweet.
As soon as my mouth fell open, the next request came.
“Touch my wound.”
I groped, feeling the scars that were practically my own. Lacking the confidence to face the sins I had created, I stopped touching them with my fingertips.
“Don’t close your eyes and look at me.”
Even just touching it like this hurts. It stung like I'd been hit.
I tried to avoid the character Shish Milan because he was the mastermind behind the plot. It was my fault that he ended up like this.
I saw my own face reflected in sunken crimson eyes. I couldn't deny anything, and my expression was distorted, making me feel helpless.
I ruined a person. That ruined person ruined another person.
This person's fault is my fault.
“Master.”
Suddenly, Shish pulled my body up from under him and hugged me tightly.
“Why are you making that face? Yes?”
I felt something soft brush against my ear, and then a hand slowly stroked my hair.
“I wanted to make the person who made me like this suffer.”
Even if you do that, I have no excuse.
I wanted to say this, but I felt like tears would pour out the moment I opened my mouth, so I kept my mouth shut.
“It feels weird when you make that kind of expression, Master. I don’t like it.”
The gentle hand that slowly patted my back brought tears to my eyes.
“I was wrong.”
It's not something you should apologize for.
“Don’t cry, I was wrong.”
“Don’t cry.”
Although I was blind, I tried to shout out loud.
“I don’t cry much.”
“Huh, really? Then what if I cry?”
“What, what should I do?”
"If you catch me crying, you have to grant my wish."
Shish made his eyes into crescent moons and smiled faintly.
"It's annoying enough that you keep eyeing such trivial things, Master, but now you're talking about something other than me? Hmph, I'll make you think only of me."
Just looking at his face made me want to jump for joy, but the hand caressing my body set off an emergency alarm.
As the fingers that had been walking on my thighs moved down to my buttocks, it was not the time to reconsider the situation.
I was holding back from provoking Shish by reciting the plot of this novel for no reason, but if I kept my mouth shut, I was in big trouble.
“Shish, you have a destined partner!”
Finally, the hand that was gripping my lower back stopped, and I gasped desperately, trying to completely remove it.
Although the heroine touched Shish's ear and he became interested, the real reason was something else.
'Shish Milan fell in love with the heroine at first sight.'
So, even when the heroine touched his ear, he didn't kill her.
“You, the one who will love you. And the one you will come to love.”
The crimson pupils dilated slightly.
“She’s a very cheerful, positive person who never feels sad. She’s a very lovable person.”
“...”
"Someone like that will appear soon, Shish. So just wait a little longer."
His grip on my flesh loosened. Okay, did the persuasion work?
“I don’t know, something like that.”
My expectations were immediately shattered.
Shish's red lips twisted even more.
“I have decided that my destined partner is you, Master, so I don’t need anything else.”
It is Shish's characteristic to push through once he decides on something.
Why is this crazy guy so unnecessarily stubborn?
Yeah, I made it that way.
“Shish, Shish.”
“It’s okay if the master calls me by my name, but don’t try to pass it off like that.”
"No, the table is for eating. So I shouldn't sit there."
I started to persuade him in a different direction.
"Aha."
The cute nasal sound gave me goosebumps.
“Master, what you’re saying is that it doesn’t matter if it’s not a table?”
Huh?
“Yes, let’s go to the room.”
Huh?
“You know, Master? It’s better during the day.”
What, what?
“I’ll make it so that you won’t even notice the days passing by...”
I'm a person who cherishes every day, so I'll decline!
“Yes, yes, yes, wait a minute!”
Shish, who had moved to the bedroom, strode over to the bed and lay me down. Then he climbed on top of me.
“Where would my master like to go?”
Phew!
The red alert has gone off!
I tried to lower the hem of my dress, but Shish made it impossible. He leaned down and began to stroke my neck with his lips.
“Shish, wait. Ah.”
"Why."
A rather heated voice wrapped itself around my throat.
“We’re going to get closer anyway. This much is okay.”
It's not okay at all.
“Shish, Shish. Wait a minute. Ah!”
Shish's hands began to gently stroke my body.
"If there's a place you like, tell me. Then I can warm you up a little faster."
“No, Shish. That.”
Just every part you touch is hot.
“Shish, just a moment. Calm down. Calm down!”
I jumped up and hugged Shishi's neck. Then I slapped his back hard.
“Shish!”
“Ah, master.”
Fortunately, it seemed as if Shish had taken his hands off my body, then pulled my arm out and made me touch his back.
“Touched?”
The raw scars on my palms made it hard to breathe.
“It’s a mark from the beating of my father.”
“...”
“Master, you know.”
My heart feels like it has stopped.
The soft voice stabbed me sharply, as if it were stabbing me.
"It hurt so much I could barely breathe. I tried to erase the scar when I grew up, but it was so deep, from such a young age, it wouldn't go away."
“...”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore. But it still bothers me.”
Shish's eyes, which had slightly raised their heads and met mine, were dark and sunken.
“If you touch me, will it get better?”
I stared into those crimson eyes, unable to touch or remove my hand from the scar. Inside them was my own shocked face.
"At first, I wanted to ask you, the one who created this wound. What on earth were you thinking? After hearing the reason, I was going to kill you."
The cold, settled voice pierced my lungs.
Shish's purpose in telling this story was clear.
You made me like this, and now you're trying to run away? Are you rejecting me for what you've made me?
He was saying this.
I opened my mouth as if I had to say something, but no voice came out.
It was so painful to see him say such things so calmly. I couldn't possibly get angry.
I felt like crying because Shish, who had felt like a virtual character until now, was breathing and felt like a living person.
In the bedroom, the only sound was me panting.
“What were you thinking when you made me do this?”
I couldn't bring myself to cry.
Shedding tears seemed so insignificant compared to his suffering, as if it made the suffering he endured seem too easy.
“I was curious. How did you feel after you made me want to die?”
I wanted to make you feel the same way when you hear that story.
Shish added softly.
“But the master I actually saw was so lovely, I couldn’t do that.”
I felt like I was sinking into the depths of the ocean, suffocating. Stroking my cheek, Shish demanded.
“Kiss me.”
I had no choice but to do as he said. I gasped, biting his thin lips and sticking my tongue out.
Shish supported the back of my head so that I could do better.
The sound of sloshing liquid pierced my eardrums, but I couldn't stop. The irony of this situation was that my partner's saliva tasted sweet.
As soon as my mouth fell open, the next request came.
“Touch my wound.”
I groped, feeling the scars that were practically my own. Lacking the confidence to face the sins I had created, I stopped touching them with my fingertips.
“Don’t close your eyes and look at me.”
Even just touching it like this hurts. It stung like I'd been hit.
I tried to avoid the character Shish Milan because he was the mastermind behind the plot. It was my fault that he ended up like this.
I saw my own face reflected in sunken crimson eyes. I couldn't deny anything, and my expression was distorted, making me feel helpless.
I ruined a person. That ruined person ruined another person.
This person's fault is my fault.
“Master.”
Suddenly, Shish pulled my body up from under him and hugged me tightly.
“Why are you making that face? Yes?”
I felt something soft brush against my ear, and then a hand slowly stroked my hair.
“I wanted to make the person who made me like this suffer.”
Even if you do that, I have no excuse.
I wanted to say this, but I felt like tears would pour out the moment I opened my mouth, so I kept my mouth shut.
“It feels weird when you make that kind of expression, Master. I don’t like it.”
The gentle hand that slowly patted my back brought tears to my eyes.
“I was wrong.”
It's not something you should apologize for.
“Don’t cry, I was wrong.”
“Don’t cry.”
Although I was blind, I tried to shout out loud.
“I don’t cry much.”
“Huh, really? Then what if I cry?”
“What, what should I do?”
"If you catch me crying, you have to grant my wish."
“Yeah! No, why me?”
I answered absentmindedly and covered my mouth, but the evil mastermind had already heard.
“I heard you said you understood.”
"What on earth are you asking me to do? Why can't you just let it go once?"
“I can’t help it, you made me like this.”
Shish effectively shut my mouth.
“Will you grant me what I wish for?”
The mastermind sensed I was feeling guilty. Even so, I had no choice.
“... Yes. I promise.”
“Yeah, that’s good.”
I felt a soft nipping on my earlobe, followed by a soft whisper. Soon after, a tongue dug into my ear, making a slurping sound, but I couldn't move.
As if I were caught by this man.
Even in this situation, my eyelashes fluttered and my body became hot.
After a while, Shish kissed my cheek gently and then left.
“So, what do you want from me?”
Since I'd already found out, I decided to come out and tell the truth.
“I don’t know how to do much.”
Shish, who had released me from his embrace, lowered his eyes slightly and smiled faintly. He remained silent for a while.
I opened my mouth without realizing it, his eyes red as if they were wet.
I wanted to lick it lightly. I wondered what it would taste like.
“Master, you are an idiot.”
"What?"
“Or maybe you don’t know me well.”
"I?"
That can't be it.
"I think I've made my point well enough. I thought I was articulate, but I guess not."
I tilted my head, wondering what was going on, and then I felt something enter my hair, and soon my scalp started to tingle.
“If you don’t know, just say so.”
“What the heck is it?”
My throat was parched, so I stuck my tongue out slightly, and Shish said something on top of it.
"Secret."
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