"I'm leaving early today. I can just sort out the paperwork here and then leave."
“Yes, Your Excellency. Please proceed carefully.”
The secretary, feeling proud that he had been of help to his respected boss, bowed in greeting.
Shish left the main building of the palace, where the Prime Minister's office was located, without even giving his secretary a glance.
Home used to be just a place to gather necessities and do various things to relieve stress, but these days, he likes it there.
Because of someone at home.
“Milan.”
But Shish's mood plummeted at the sound of a woman's voice calling his name, as if she had been waiting for it. He closed his cold, crimson eyes and smiled habitually.
This usually made people lower their guard, and in this way, Shish changed his last name several times.
“Milan, do you remember who I am?”
"Yes, Lady Florence. I heard Her Majesty the Empress held a tea party today. I guess you're on your way back from there."
"Yes."
“Then have fun with the others. I’ll take my leave now.”
The woman, whose cheeks were flushed and her eyebrows and lips were trembling, wanted only one thing, but Shish ignored her and left.
No, he was going to leave.
“Milan.”
“What’s going on?”
The woman hesitated for a moment at the man's unusual coldness, even though he was smiling.
“If you have nothing to say, that’s enough.”
“Milan, I want to continue our relationship!”
The woman shouted in panic at the sight of the man turning around.
"It was hot that day, wasn't it? I, I couldn't help but have Milan."
The man's face she met again was frozen with a coldness that could make anyone sick.
'That guy is Milan?'
The woman, who was completely frozen, was unable to open her mouth again.
Instead, Shish looked down at the woman with a cold gaze and said a word.
“So, are you going to insist that the child in that stomach is mine?”
The woman's face turned pale as her intentions were revealed.
“You had a relationship with a man with red hair, claiming he was my child?”
The woman's red lips trembled, but Shish paid no attention.
“I know the lady likes me, but I’m not interested in the lady.”
He was annoyed at the very act of delaying time like this.
"If you bother me with this again, Lady Florence, I won't do it again. I'll tell everyone whose child is in your womb."
“But Milan, Milan also had your heart set on me...!”
“Lady Florence.”
The woman felt a little relieved at the sight of the man smiling broadly. Yes, that night must have been special for him, too.
“I think you’re mistaken about something.”
"Yes?"
“Who treats a woman they care about like that?”
The woman's face turned pale. She already understood what Shish meant.
“Who would treat someone like that, like a trash can?”
After finishing speaking, Shish turned around. He heard someone crouching behind him, but he was in a hurry.
“Master, my master...”
A blush appeared on Shish's cheeks as he got on the carriage.
'Is this also her intention?'
It's something you should hate, but instead of hating it, you feel fond of it.
The day he surprisingly found out that the world he was living in was a novel written by someone, and that there was an author who wrote the novel.
That day, for the first time, Shish felt affection for himself.
It turns out that everything he did was not of his own free will, but was planned by someone else.
To survive in a world that denied everything he had done, he had to love himself.
It was horrifying to think that someone had arbitrarily set up this personality.
What if what we thought was our own will was actually the work of the author?
'Should I kill her after all?'
Then can I become free?
“Master...”
A smile appeared on Shish's lips without him knowing it as he thought of the woman with black hair and eyes.
She was so lovable that he wanted to strangle his past self, the one he'd thought of killing. Killing her was absolutely impossible.
'Is that even part of her plan?'
Apart from a few things, she was an exceedingly ordinary person. So ordinary that it made him feel pathetic just observing her.
Such weak and featureless humans were one of the types of people Shish hated the most.
'Now you want it so much that you don't care about that kind of thing.'
It's fun.
Shish felt his blood boil as he faced something in life that he could not solve.
'Obviously, others are similar to me.'
It was clear that he would be helpless the moment he saw her. So he kept her from leaving the house.
It couldn't be taken away.
Retri Extra, because she was the first thing Shish Milan wanted in his life.
When Shish arrived at the mansion, there was a telegram from the palace. It was a horseman, similar to the one who had arrived in the carriage.
“It is said that the eldest daughter of the Duke of Florence committed suicide in the palace.”
“Really? Send someone.”
“His Majesty the Emperor asked if you knew anything about the last person the Princess saw, the Prime Minister.”
“Tell them I don’t know anything.”
“Aren’t you going to go yourself, Master?”
“Where would I have time for that?”
The butler wisely kept his mouth shut in response to his master's annoyed response. He decided to give the Duke's family a larger condolence gift than the usual standard.
“What about my master? What did she do today?”
“She just stayed in the room the whole time.”
The butler lowered his head as if he felt ashamed at the master's distorted face.
“What about food?”
“That is...”
Shish, who was watching the butler who seemed to be having a hard time reporting, clicked his tongue blatantly.
“She barely ate.”
After bringing dinner up to the room, Shish climbed the stairs. Opening the red door, he saw Retri sitting blankly, leaning against the window.
“Master.”
His mood quickly plummeted at the woman's unresponsiveness to his call. However, he approached her without showing it.
A thin cheek came into view, having lost weight.
Shish's slightly rising anger subsided in an instant.
He checked earlier, and she barely touched the food. He sat down in the chair next to Retri and hugged her.
“Did you eat well?”
"Yes."
“What did you do?”
“I looked outside.”
Shish's heart sank as he felt the woman want to leave him behind. He took a moment to catch his breath, trying not to get angry.
When it came to this woman, he couldn't properly control his emotions. Perhaps it was because he didn't feel the need to hide his true self in front of her.
Still.
Shish couldn't forget the expression on Retru's face when he confessed his past.
A face so wounded, with a look in her eyes that said she wanted to die.
“Look at me, master.”
“I’m watching you.”
“Not like that.”
“Then what?”
Don't look at inanimate objects!
Shish held back the urge to scream. Instead, he bit her plump lips and hung there.
As expected, the saliva was sweet, and the ear-piercing moans were ecstatic, not letting go until the other person was out of breath.
“Master, let’s do it together, yes?”
"No."
“Why not? Yes?”
He bit the woman's neck hard as she turned her head as if she was annoyed.
"It hurts."
“Master, you don’t sleep with me. Is that because you’re trying to abandon me?”
Because to you, I am nothing more than words written on dry paper.
Shish, overcome with a sudden surge of anxiety and a yearning to possess it, clutched the woman's chest tightly.
"Ah."
Shishi finally felt relieved as he saw the desire slowly seeping into the eyes of the woman who was inhaling hastily.
Make me want you, Master.
He whispered softly and laughed.
“Shish!”
I knew this guy was crazy, but he's in particularly bad shape today.
Shish kept nagging me to sleep, stroking my body like a clay doll. His hand slid under the hem of my dress.
“Wait a minute, ugh.”
He chuckled softly as I unconsciously leaned back as his hand went deeper than usual.
I'm so busy panting that I even ask a question.
“Master, shall we go out and play?”
"Suddenly?"
“I feel like you're staying at home too much, so I’m worried that my master might feel suffocated.”
“What are you up to?”
The thing that had been teasing my lips moved to the back of my neck. I moaned at the feeling of it licking my flesh, pushing through my hair.
“Ugh.”
I covered my mouth without realizing it at the blatant voice, and Shish pulled his hand away.
“Why, keep doing that. I really like that sound.”
The man's cracked voice scratched my eardrums, and the inside of my mouth burned.
“I think the master wants me.”
"What do you mean, 'Let's go out and play'? You want to cheer me up?"
"Really. You're my master. A faithful slave values his master's pleasure above all else..."
Then take your hand off my thigh and speak!
“Sob.”
As I held back tears from my eyes, Shish smiled contentedly. Then he licked the tears away.
“Is there anywhere you want to go?”
“When are you going to take me? Tell me the deadline.”
I asked cautiously because it was strange that he was acting like this.
“Master, you really know me well. About this and that.”
Of course.
I know you're the kind of person who hits people on the back of the head as easily as breathing.
I'm confident I wouldn't be surprised if he hit me on the back of the head and said, "Ta-da, surprise!"
“It’s good that my master knows me well.”
Good, but what?
“I feel a prickle in my chest because I doubt it.”
What kind of flag is this?
“Yes, Your Excellency. Please proceed carefully.”
The secretary, feeling proud that he had been of help to his respected boss, bowed in greeting.
Shish left the main building of the palace, where the Prime Minister's office was located, without even giving his secretary a glance.
Home used to be just a place to gather necessities and do various things to relieve stress, but these days, he likes it there.
Because of someone at home.
“Milan.”
But Shish's mood plummeted at the sound of a woman's voice calling his name, as if she had been waiting for it. He closed his cold, crimson eyes and smiled habitually.
This usually made people lower their guard, and in this way, Shish changed his last name several times.
“Milan, do you remember who I am?”
"Yes, Lady Florence. I heard Her Majesty the Empress held a tea party today. I guess you're on your way back from there."
"Yes."
“Then have fun with the others. I’ll take my leave now.”
The woman, whose cheeks were flushed and her eyebrows and lips were trembling, wanted only one thing, but Shish ignored her and left.
No, he was going to leave.
“Milan.”
“What’s going on?”
The woman hesitated for a moment at the man's unusual coldness, even though he was smiling.
“If you have nothing to say, that’s enough.”
“Milan, I want to continue our relationship!”
The woman shouted in panic at the sight of the man turning around.
"It was hot that day, wasn't it? I, I couldn't help but have Milan."
The man's face she met again was frozen with a coldness that could make anyone sick.
'That guy is Milan?'
The woman, who was completely frozen, was unable to open her mouth again.
Instead, Shish looked down at the woman with a cold gaze and said a word.
“So, are you going to insist that the child in that stomach is mine?”
The woman's face turned pale as her intentions were revealed.
“You had a relationship with a man with red hair, claiming he was my child?”
The woman's red lips trembled, but Shish paid no attention.
“I know the lady likes me, but I’m not interested in the lady.”
He was annoyed at the very act of delaying time like this.
"If you bother me with this again, Lady Florence, I won't do it again. I'll tell everyone whose child is in your womb."
“But Milan, Milan also had your heart set on me...!”
“Lady Florence.”
The woman felt a little relieved at the sight of the man smiling broadly. Yes, that night must have been special for him, too.
“I think you’re mistaken about something.”
"Yes?"
“Who treats a woman they care about like that?”
The woman's face turned pale. She already understood what Shish meant.
“Who would treat someone like that, like a trash can?”
After finishing speaking, Shish turned around. He heard someone crouching behind him, but he was in a hurry.
“Master, my master...”
A blush appeared on Shish's cheeks as he got on the carriage.
'Is this also her intention?'
It's something you should hate, but instead of hating it, you feel fond of it.
The day he surprisingly found out that the world he was living in was a novel written by someone, and that there was an author who wrote the novel.
That day, for the first time, Shish felt affection for himself.
It turns out that everything he did was not of his own free will, but was planned by someone else.
To survive in a world that denied everything he had done, he had to love himself.
It was horrifying to think that someone had arbitrarily set up this personality.
What if what we thought was our own will was actually the work of the author?
'Should I kill her after all?'
Then can I become free?
“Master...”
A smile appeared on Shish's lips without him knowing it as he thought of the woman with black hair and eyes.
She was so lovable that he wanted to strangle his past self, the one he'd thought of killing. Killing her was absolutely impossible.
'Is that even part of her plan?'
Apart from a few things, she was an exceedingly ordinary person. So ordinary that it made him feel pathetic just observing her.
Such weak and featureless humans were one of the types of people Shish hated the most.
'Now you want it so much that you don't care about that kind of thing.'
It's fun.
Shish felt his blood boil as he faced something in life that he could not solve.
'Obviously, others are similar to me.'
It was clear that he would be helpless the moment he saw her. So he kept her from leaving the house.
It couldn't be taken away.
Retri Extra, because she was the first thing Shish Milan wanted in his life.
When Shish arrived at the mansion, there was a telegram from the palace. It was a horseman, similar to the one who had arrived in the carriage.
“It is said that the eldest daughter of the Duke of Florence committed suicide in the palace.”
“Really? Send someone.”
“His Majesty the Emperor asked if you knew anything about the last person the Princess saw, the Prime Minister.”
“Tell them I don’t know anything.”
“Aren’t you going to go yourself, Master?”
“Where would I have time for that?”
The butler wisely kept his mouth shut in response to his master's annoyed response. He decided to give the Duke's family a larger condolence gift than the usual standard.
“What about my master? What did she do today?”
“She just stayed in the room the whole time.”
The butler lowered his head as if he felt ashamed at the master's distorted face.
“What about food?”
“That is...”
Shish, who was watching the butler who seemed to be having a hard time reporting, clicked his tongue blatantly.
“She barely ate.”
After bringing dinner up to the room, Shish climbed the stairs. Opening the red door, he saw Retri sitting blankly, leaning against the window.
“Master.”
His mood quickly plummeted at the woman's unresponsiveness to his call. However, he approached her without showing it.
A thin cheek came into view, having lost weight.
Shish's slightly rising anger subsided in an instant.
He checked earlier, and she barely touched the food. He sat down in the chair next to Retri and hugged her.
“Did you eat well?”
"Yes."
“What did you do?”
“I looked outside.”
Shish's heart sank as he felt the woman want to leave him behind. He took a moment to catch his breath, trying not to get angry.
When it came to this woman, he couldn't properly control his emotions. Perhaps it was because he didn't feel the need to hide his true self in front of her.
Still.
Shish couldn't forget the expression on Retru's face when he confessed his past.
A face so wounded, with a look in her eyes that said she wanted to die.
“Look at me, master.”
“I’m watching you.”
“Not like that.”
“Then what?”
Don't look at inanimate objects!
Shish held back the urge to scream. Instead, he bit her plump lips and hung there.
As expected, the saliva was sweet, and the ear-piercing moans were ecstatic, not letting go until the other person was out of breath.
“Master, let’s do it together, yes?”
"No."
“Why not? Yes?”
He bit the woman's neck hard as she turned her head as if she was annoyed.
"It hurts."
“Master, you don’t sleep with me. Is that because you’re trying to abandon me?”
Because to you, I am nothing more than words written on dry paper.
Shish, overcome with a sudden surge of anxiety and a yearning to possess it, clutched the woman's chest tightly.
"Ah."
Shishi finally felt relieved as he saw the desire slowly seeping into the eyes of the woman who was inhaling hastily.
Make me want you, Master.
He whispered softly and laughed.
***
“Shish!”
I knew this guy was crazy, but he's in particularly bad shape today.
Shish kept nagging me to sleep, stroking my body like a clay doll. His hand slid under the hem of my dress.
“Wait a minute, ugh.”
He chuckled softly as I unconsciously leaned back as his hand went deeper than usual.
I'm so busy panting that I even ask a question.
“Master, shall we go out and play?”
"Suddenly?"
“I feel like you're staying at home too much, so I’m worried that my master might feel suffocated.”
“What are you up to?”
The thing that had been teasing my lips moved to the back of my neck. I moaned at the feeling of it licking my flesh, pushing through my hair.
“Ugh.”
I covered my mouth without realizing it at the blatant voice, and Shish pulled his hand away.
“Why, keep doing that. I really like that sound.”
The man's cracked voice scratched my eardrums, and the inside of my mouth burned.
“I think the master wants me.”
"What do you mean, 'Let's go out and play'? You want to cheer me up?"
"Really. You're my master. A faithful slave values his master's pleasure above all else..."
Then take your hand off my thigh and speak!
“Sob.”
As I held back tears from my eyes, Shish smiled contentedly. Then he licked the tears away.
“Is there anywhere you want to go?”
“When are you going to take me? Tell me the deadline.”
I asked cautiously because it was strange that he was acting like this.
“Master, you really know me well. About this and that.”
Of course.
I know you're the kind of person who hits people on the back of the head as easily as breathing.
I'm confident I wouldn't be surprised if he hit me on the back of the head and said, "Ta-da, surprise!"
“It’s good that my master knows me well.”
Good, but what?
“I feel a prickle in my chest because I doubt it.”
What kind of flag is this?
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