TMTNO - Chapter 11

What could be more terrifying than a 'secret' coming from the mouth of the mastermind?

I turned my head to the side, unable to ask what would come out. Then I heard laughter from above.

“It’s so lovely, what should I do?”

Ugh.

I don't know about other people, but I don't want to hear the word "lovely" from a worn-out male protagonist.

Isn't this a dead flag?

I tried to move sideways to avoid Shish, but he wouldn't let me go.

He held me with one hand, and with the hand that was stroking my hair, he gently pushed my head to the side.

Then he brought his lips to my exposed neck.

I bit my lip to keep my heart racing, but the heat encroaching on my body made me unconsciously grasp Shish's hand. I felt like I'd pricked the back of his hand with my fingernails.

“Yes, master.”

“...”

“Master, do you know that when you panic, your pupils shake?”

No.

“Even when I’m just making up a story, your eyes shake. And when I say something I don’t mean.”

I see.

“Other people might not notice it, but it looks good to me.”

I couldn't answer any further.

“Hmm, my dear master. What lie will you tell me next?”

...Damn it, so you’re saying I got caught?

Did I lie to you all?

I suddenly became sad.

In a different meaning than before.

***

Despite the intense events, daily life went on quite normally.

I still slept with Shish, ate with him, and wandered around the mansion with him.

As if he had read my mind that I had no intention of leaving anytime soon, Shish's attitude also became much more generous.

No, maybe it's because we can see into each other's hearts even a little bit.

“Master, even when you eat, you’re really cute.”

"Yes?"

Shish gently pressed my chubby cheeks full of food.

“It’s like a squirrel.”

...it makes good sense, right? Right?

“Why aren’t you eating, ah?”

I made you lose your appetite.

People become neurotic because they don't eat like that. Only when you know the joy of fullness and delicious food can you become more generous.

Bang.

I banged my head on the table while eating, remembering the bad things I did to Shish.

“Master, what are you doing?”

Oh, bad me. Reflect on yourself.

“Are you protesting against me now?”

Shish's face, which gently lifted my chin, was deeply grimaced. The mad prime minister's frowning face was a bad thing.

“Are you saying this because I harassed you, Master? Are you saying that your feelings are at rock bottom just because I'm watching you?”

“No, that’s not it.”

Shish, who had brought the first aid kit, asked with a still crumpled expression.

"Then?"

“It stings, ah.”

“How hard must you have hit it to be bleeding?”

He seemed uncharacteristically heartbroken. Was I hurt? Why? Because I seemed like a useful author?

After finishing the treatment, he grabbed my waist and sat me on his lap. He then hugged my waist to prevent me from running away.

“It's a punishment.”

What Shish found amusing these days was having me sit on him and do something.

“Shish, what did I do?”

Of course, I usually strongly refused, and Shish didn't force me to do it.

But now it was different.

“If you run away, I’ll do what I did yesterday again tonight.”

“That, that, that! Where is that!”

As last night flashed through my mind, my face flushed. I couldn't bring myself to run away.

Shish, who had washed his hands with water from the bowl, chuckled, seeming to like me sitting quietly. He looked around the table and picked up a piece of steak I had sliced.

Then he put it in my mouth.

It's good.

Does it taste better when a handsome man feeds it to you?

“You have to lick it.”

Shish wiped the sauce off my lips with his finger and thrust it at me.

"For a moment."

Fingers? Indecently?

I tried to wipe it with a napkin, but failed, and the retaliation for my refusal was severe.

His finger entered my mouth without my permission.

I felt a salty sauce taste on my tongue, and then a finger slipped under my tongue. It soon began to move freely around my mouth.

“Ugh.”

I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull it out, but it wouldn't come off.

I felt saliva running down my chin.

I struggled, but nothing seemed to change, so I finally stayed still until Shish had his fill of my tongue and teeth. He removed his fingers and licked the liquid from the corner of my mouth.

A warm tongue diligently swept my mouth and chin.

Anything I couldn't wipe off was thoroughly wiped off with a napkin.

“Shish, if you want to bother me, then say so.”

“I do want to harass you, but I have another desire that is greater than that.”

Which is?

Shish chuckled as if he noticed, even though I didn't say anything.

“Master, don’t you often hear that you are dull?”

“...How did you know?”

"Ha ha ha."

Shish smiled coolly and then fed me some more food.

“I have no appetite! I’m not hungry!”

I shook my head because I felt strange.

Groowl.

But my stomach deceived me, and Shish smiled and fed me, of course, through the same process as before.

Having barely managed to free myself, I sat down on the chair I had been sitting on, trembling.

Ugh! Embarrassing! But it feels good! Even my fingers feel sweet?

And his thighs twitching beneath me...

“Sigh...”

I think I'm crazy.

But what makes me sad is that if you feed them like this, they are very willing to eat.

“Master, why are you doing that? It hurts.”

Shish spoke to me with a smile on his face, stroking the back of my neck.

Feeling good and feeling humiliated are two different things, so I raised my head and washed my hands.

"Yes, Shish. Open your mouth. I'll feed you."

A look of blatant embarrassment appeared on Shish's face.

"It breaks my heart that Shish isn't eating well. I'll feed you myself, so open your mouth."

You try it too.

“It’s delicious, give me more.”

It's a disaster.

Shish urged with a cheerful expression.

I got hit.

I stuffed a piece of meat he hated into Shish's mouth. I felt a brief moment of pleasure watching his distorted face, but then my wrist was grabbed and my fingers were sucked.

Shish ate my fingers more deliciously than the meat.

“Shish, you’re eating well. Now, eat the rest with your hands.”

I was expecting Shish to drool like I did, but my hands were covered in liquid.

"Why, it tastes good when the master feeds it to me. I never knew food could be this delicious."

It was obvious he was teasing me, but Shish definitely ate a lot. He emptied a bowl of salad, ate bread, and even ate meat!

“Feed me. Next time, this.”

I made you a picky eater, so I have to feed you.

After washing my hands again, I put food in Shish's mouth with tears in my eyes. His tongue wrapped around my finger. I tried to pull back, but my wrist was caught.

Crimson eyes form a crescent moon and look at me.

I had to watch as the red tongue licked my fingers one by one.

My face grew hot, and I tried to turn my head, but it was impossible because Shish was holding my head with his empty hands.

So, I had to just watch what Shish was doing.

I felt my face getting hot, and then my body started to heat up.

“Shish!”

I finally called out in protest, and only then was I free.

If it were my personality, I would have grabbed the other person by the collar and slapped them hard, but I couldn't do that.

The opponent is the mastermind? No.

Why am I so nervous in this situation? This is crazy, this is crazy.

At first, it seemed like a well-drawn picture of Shish. But once I started to feel like he was a living person, I began to feel a sense of unease.

“Ugh!”

Bang!

I banged my head on the table.

“Master, I told you not to do it because you’ll get hurt!”

The wound on my forehead grew larger. Shish frowned and treated it again.

“If you keep doing this, you’ll get in trouble, yes?”

"Yes."

From that day on, Shish started eating well. Instead, my appetite disappeared.

***

Shish Milan, Prime Minister of the Grayton Empire.

As the youngest prime minister in the empire, he was known as the empire's brain and boasted a handsome appearance. Everything from state affairs to the underworld passed through his hands.

But recently, he was going through a hard time in his life because of 'a certain person'.

- Retri Extra, a commoner woman.

Shish added the word 'beauty' to his report on Retri Extra.

It was the first time that Shish, who was known for his handsome face and lack of affection for people, saw someone and thought, "She's beautiful."

To sum up, it was a very simple personal matter, but to Shish, that woman was not someone who could be summarized like that.

The first person to bring a mountain into the house, not for hire, is the author, the owner.

Especially the title of master, which was half a joke, seemed to be gradually becoming the truth.

He was becoming increasingly consumed by that woman's gaze, the way her lips were quivering, and what her fingers were pointing at.

'Is it because you're an author?'

He didn't even know that she was using some strange power that he didn't know about.

If that's the case, then he should kill her, but strangely enough, he didn't feel any murderous intent. Instead, he felt a growing desire to do something for her.

He remembered what he had recently ordered.

'Red really suits you, Master.'

Shish was satisfied with the fact that he had never given Retri any decorations other than red.

What Shish had ordered was a jewel that had been given to his companion by the Emperor of a country on the continent a long time ago.

It's a highly saturated red, so it'll definitely suit Retri.

'No, but rather, why doesn't the master eat these days?'

A wrinkle appeared between Shish's eyebrows as he thought of Retri, who had suddenly lost her appetite.

'It's dry.'

Not only did she have no appetite, but her drooping figure also seemed to have no will to live, which made Shish very annoyed.

'Are you protesting?'

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