“I am sincere to my master.”
Beep, that's a lie.
“Master, you are precious to me.”
Yes, this is also false.
Oh, I think you're being sincere when you touch me.
When I tried to pull away his hand that was touching me, he just gave me strength. And then he just smiled as if nothing had happened!
“Shish, you’re really bad.”
I know that the mad minister won't get angry at this level.
As expected, Shish smiled faintly and whispered.
“How did you know I was bad? Ah, you must know, since you are my master.”
It was a rare occurrence, so I stayed quiet.
“Yeah, I’m really happy. I met the only person in this world who truly understands me.”
I don't understand!
If I answer like this, my throat will be cut off, right?
“Tell me where you want to go.”
Are you trying to float? If I tell you where I want to go, you'll destroy it?
I thought about where I should go to get back home, but it seemed like Shish wouldn't take me there.
Objectively speaking, it's not a very good place.
"Where?"
"I don't remember the exact location. I remember it was on a cliff overlooking the sea. In the distance, I saw a strange building that looked like a tree."
Shish's hand, which had been caressing me teasingly, stopped.
“There was lush grass growing all around, and… huge rocks as tall as me were standing there.”
That was where I opened my eyes to this world.
"I walked inside the walls, so it shouldn't be far. You might even know where it is."
I'm not worried about how to get out, but I have a feeling that the answer to why I came to this world might be there.
Shish, that's also why he knows I'm an author.
“You don’t want to go?”
I asked because I didn't get a reply. Even if he said no, I'd be disappointed, but I wouldn't be surprised.
“You call me master, yet you don’t let me leave this house or use the carriage. I'm a master in name only.”
I said something on purpose and heard a shallow sigh.
"Good."
Stimulation success!
“By the way, master.”
"Why?"
“Why on earth won’t you sleep with me?”
Don't tempt me, you mad bastard.
The devilishly charming man who can make anyone his prisoner after spending just one night with him is none other than Shish Milan.
Shish was a much more fascinating person than I had imagined or described. So, after spending the night with him, I was sure... ugh.
If I stay with Shish for a long time, I don't know, but if the heroine shows up, this guy will leave me right away.
"That."
“Because of the person you mentioned back then, who was my destined partner?”
But I nodded diligently. Even if my mouth was torn, I couldn't say it because I was afraid I'd end up clinging to you after sleeping with you. There's no way I wouldn't say it.
Yeah, I'd say it before it gets torn apart, but I'm smart, so I didn't even say that.
“Then, should I kill that woman?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“If I kill that woman and behead her, will you believe me?”
“What, what, what, what?”
“I only have you, Master.”
Oh my god, Shish. What the hell are you talking about?
She's the one who'll love you. She's the only one who'll understand you even if you're a total wreck!
“Oh, no. I think I know even if you don’t go that far.”
I desperately tried to dissuade him, thinking that I had to save the heroine first. Then, Shish smiled crookedly and made a demand.
“Then sleep with me.”
Oh my goodness, this kind of temptation makes me weak.
“Do it with me, master.”
There won't be any harm to the heroine if I sleep with Shish.
But considering that Shish doesn't have sex with a woman more than twice, I'd probably get kicked out as soon as I spent the night.
If I sleep on it for a day, Shis might forget all about me being an author and kick me out of here.
Then, I thought about it because I could just take my retirement money and go back to my original world.
“No, don’t do it.”
But now, I feel like Shish is clinging to me, trying to hold on to something.
I think it's because I'm an author.
It feels like he's throwing a tantrum, believing that I know everything, even if he doesn't hide it, so he can act like he wants to.
“Why?”
Or maybe it's like he's desperately trying to pull himself together when he feels like he's about to fall apart.
When he met the heroine, Shish wasn't in a good state. He was half-crazy and obsessed with her.
I couldn't just leave the wounded Shish behind. I had to stay by his side at least until the heroine showed up.
I think it's because I've been eating and sleeping well these days, but Shish's nervous atmosphere has calmed down considerably.
“Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Shish.”
Without me, Shish would have nightmares again and wouldn't be able to eat properly.
I assumed that the reason Shish slept so well when I was by his side was probably because of some influence I had on this world.
As an author, I don't have any abilities that are expressed individually, but isn't it helpful to be attached to the characters?
Of course, this is just a guess.
So, I shouldn't be kicked out by Shish now.
“Me, me!”
"Yes?"
“I have this belief that after I get married, I will only sleep with my husband!”
I didn't realize I had this goal until after I said it out loud... that's bullshit.
“You, you, you’re not my husband, are you? That’s why I can’t sleep with you.”
Actually, I want to sleep. I want to pretend not to notice when Shish climbs on top of me and just go all the way, but I have to hold back.
I pretend not to see him, afraid that I might cling to him without realizing it, looking at his face. But I can't shake off the touch of his hand, and I tremble all the time.
Because I like it.
Actually, I wish he had done more even now.
I wish the hand running up my thigh would go deeper, and I wish the hand touching my stomach would move up.
"Really..."
I couldn't read his mood from Shish's voice.
“...That’s an interesting condition.”
Are you being sarcastic?
“Then, should I just come and file the marriage registration tomorrow?”
"No!"
If it were Shish, he would do it right away and still be there, so I jumped up.
“Why are you leaving me behind?”
“No, I said I’d stay by your side.”
Until the heroine appears.
Even though he knew that it was partly true, Shish did not criticize it as a lie.
“Marriage is about getting along with someone you feel connected to.”
“So you’re saying that you and I didn’t get along? Hmm.”
The nasal sound was strangely threatening.
“Uh, um. So, is that so? I don’t really know.”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
Surprisingly, Shish quickly agreed.
“Then, shall we get to know your body first?”
Shish lay me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. The man's narrowed eyes and subtle smile were overly provocative.
Let's just do it.
Should I just go all the way, even though I'm not the heroine and a brat?
Then both Shish and I are satisfied!
What a reed-like heart.
“Yes, yes, wait a minute!”
“Why?”
The crackling sound that scratched my eardrums also excited me.
But for Shish's sake, I decided to endure a little longer. The pain of this unfortunate but lovable man took priority over my own desires.
“No, no. If it can’t be done, then it can’t be done!”
When I spoke sharply, Shish pouted slightly, then smiled brightly.
"Yes."
I feel something ominous.
“I will try to make you want me, Master.”
“Ah, ah, ah, that’s not it either...!”
Shish shifted, moving between my legs. I covered my face as I watched his red hair fall forward.
Oh, shit.
What kind of torture is this!
I had to suppress the urge to grab his red hair and just do as he said.
“Shish, ah. No. Ah!”
But now I'm really in pain, I want to cry.
“Are you really going?”
“Then are you really going?”
What the heck, you're really taking me on an outing on such a silly topic?
It was unusual for him to go so quietly, like a thief in the night. I asked why he insisted on going in the middle of the night, and if that meant there wouldn't be any point in changing his mood.
“Because I don’t want people to see my master.”
“Why? Is there anyone else who knows my identity?”
"...No?"
For a brief moment, Shish hesitated.
“But how did you know I, ahem, was an author?”
I was really curious about this, so I asked while keeping an eye on things.
“Well... how would you know?”
Shish smiled faintly.
“I’ll let you know when you sign the marriage certificate.”
"Shish, why do you keep doing this to me? I told you I really don't have anything. You're richer and more powerful than me. You have nothing to gain from me."
“You are really dull, Master.”
Shish shook his head as if he had no other choice, then hugged me tightly. Then he started showering me with small kisses.
This continued until we reached our destination. Honestly, I was so happy, I was a little disappointed when the carriage stopped.
“Is this the right place?”
"Yes."
The hood was blown off arbitrarily by the strong wind.
Since there were only I, Shish, and Shish's confidants here, he didn't ask me to cover my face.
“Yeah, it was here.”
A place I have never described before.
“What is this...?”
Maybe I didn't see it because I was so flustered at the time, but something was shining on the stones standing at regular intervals.
Looking at it, it was engraved with a peculiar shape that was difficult to tell whether it was a pattern or a letter.
“Why, master?”
As I ran out to the stone without permission, Shish approached me. No, he tried to approach me.
Ssak.
I lifted my gaze from the tombstone when I heard a noise that seemed artificial, not the sound of grass blowing in the wind.
Clank.
There was a loud noise.
“Shish!”
Beneath his pale face, illuminated by the moonlight, a sword blade stretched out menacingly.
“Master.”
Shish reached out, but the blade blocked his movement, preventing him from moving forward.
“Step back.”
A voice as cold as a cold sword cut through the air.
“You over there, come this way.”
Shish's face contorted at the call that referred to me so precisely, and I turned towards the voice.
A cold, handsome man, seemingly carved from ice, appeared among the people wearing cloaks and hoods.
Even with the moonlight behind him, I could tell he had dark blue hair and eyes.
Dietrich Beluga was another male protagonist in this novel.
Beep, that's a lie.
“Master, you are precious to me.”
Yes, this is also false.
Oh, I think you're being sincere when you touch me.
When I tried to pull away his hand that was touching me, he just gave me strength. And then he just smiled as if nothing had happened!
“Shish, you’re really bad.”
I know that the mad minister won't get angry at this level.
As expected, Shish smiled faintly and whispered.
“How did you know I was bad? Ah, you must know, since you are my master.”
It was a rare occurrence, so I stayed quiet.
“Yeah, I’m really happy. I met the only person in this world who truly understands me.”
I don't understand!
If I answer like this, my throat will be cut off, right?
“Tell me where you want to go.”
Are you trying to float? If I tell you where I want to go, you'll destroy it?
I thought about where I should go to get back home, but it seemed like Shish wouldn't take me there.
Objectively speaking, it's not a very good place.
"Where?"
"I don't remember the exact location. I remember it was on a cliff overlooking the sea. In the distance, I saw a strange building that looked like a tree."
Shish's hand, which had been caressing me teasingly, stopped.
“There was lush grass growing all around, and… huge rocks as tall as me were standing there.”
That was where I opened my eyes to this world.
"I walked inside the walls, so it shouldn't be far. You might even know where it is."
I'm not worried about how to get out, but I have a feeling that the answer to why I came to this world might be there.
Shish, that's also why he knows I'm an author.
“You don’t want to go?”
I asked because I didn't get a reply. Even if he said no, I'd be disappointed, but I wouldn't be surprised.
“You call me master, yet you don’t let me leave this house or use the carriage. I'm a master in name only.”
I said something on purpose and heard a shallow sigh.
"Good."
Stimulation success!
“By the way, master.”
"Why?"
“Why on earth won’t you sleep with me?”
Don't tempt me, you mad bastard.
The devilishly charming man who can make anyone his prisoner after spending just one night with him is none other than Shish Milan.
Shish was a much more fascinating person than I had imagined or described. So, after spending the night with him, I was sure... ugh.
If I stay with Shish for a long time, I don't know, but if the heroine shows up, this guy will leave me right away.
"That."
“Because of the person you mentioned back then, who was my destined partner?”
But I nodded diligently. Even if my mouth was torn, I couldn't say it because I was afraid I'd end up clinging to you after sleeping with you. There's no way I wouldn't say it.
Yeah, I'd say it before it gets torn apart, but I'm smart, so I didn't even say that.
“Then, should I kill that woman?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“If I kill that woman and behead her, will you believe me?”
“What, what, what, what?”
“I only have you, Master.”
Oh my god, Shish. What the hell are you talking about?
She's the one who'll love you. She's the only one who'll understand you even if you're a total wreck!
“Oh, no. I think I know even if you don’t go that far.”
I desperately tried to dissuade him, thinking that I had to save the heroine first. Then, Shish smiled crookedly and made a demand.
“Then sleep with me.”
Oh my goodness, this kind of temptation makes me weak.
“Do it with me, master.”
There won't be any harm to the heroine if I sleep with Shish.
But considering that Shish doesn't have sex with a woman more than twice, I'd probably get kicked out as soon as I spent the night.
If I sleep on it for a day, Shis might forget all about me being an author and kick me out of here.
Then, I thought about it because I could just take my retirement money and go back to my original world.
“No, don’t do it.”
But now, I feel like Shish is clinging to me, trying to hold on to something.
I think it's because I'm an author.
It feels like he's throwing a tantrum, believing that I know everything, even if he doesn't hide it, so he can act like he wants to.
“Why?”
Or maybe it's like he's desperately trying to pull himself together when he feels like he's about to fall apart.
When he met the heroine, Shish wasn't in a good state. He was half-crazy and obsessed with her.
I couldn't just leave the wounded Shish behind. I had to stay by his side at least until the heroine showed up.
I think it's because I've been eating and sleeping well these days, but Shish's nervous atmosphere has calmed down considerably.
“Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Shish.”
Without me, Shish would have nightmares again and wouldn't be able to eat properly.
I assumed that the reason Shish slept so well when I was by his side was probably because of some influence I had on this world.
As an author, I don't have any abilities that are expressed individually, but isn't it helpful to be attached to the characters?
Of course, this is just a guess.
So, I shouldn't be kicked out by Shish now.
“Me, me!”
"Yes?"
“I have this belief that after I get married, I will only sleep with my husband!”
I didn't realize I had this goal until after I said it out loud... that's bullshit.
“You, you, you’re not my husband, are you? That’s why I can’t sleep with you.”
Actually, I want to sleep. I want to pretend not to notice when Shish climbs on top of me and just go all the way, but I have to hold back.
I pretend not to see him, afraid that I might cling to him without realizing it, looking at his face. But I can't shake off the touch of his hand, and I tremble all the time.
Because I like it.
Actually, I wish he had done more even now.
I wish the hand running up my thigh would go deeper, and I wish the hand touching my stomach would move up.
"Really..."
I couldn't read his mood from Shish's voice.
“...That’s an interesting condition.”
Are you being sarcastic?
“Then, should I just come and file the marriage registration tomorrow?”
"No!"
If it were Shish, he would do it right away and still be there, so I jumped up.
“Why are you leaving me behind?”
“No, I said I’d stay by your side.”
Until the heroine appears.
Even though he knew that it was partly true, Shish did not criticize it as a lie.
“Marriage is about getting along with someone you feel connected to.”
“So you’re saying that you and I didn’t get along? Hmm.”
The nasal sound was strangely threatening.
“Uh, um. So, is that so? I don’t really know.”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
Surprisingly, Shish quickly agreed.
“Then, shall we get to know your body first?”
Shish lay me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. The man's narrowed eyes and subtle smile were overly provocative.
Let's just do it.
Should I just go all the way, even though I'm not the heroine and a brat?
Then both Shish and I are satisfied!
What a reed-like heart.
“Yes, yes, wait a minute!”
“Why?”
The crackling sound that scratched my eardrums also excited me.
But for Shish's sake, I decided to endure a little longer. The pain of this unfortunate but lovable man took priority over my own desires.
“No, no. If it can’t be done, then it can’t be done!”
When I spoke sharply, Shish pouted slightly, then smiled brightly.
"Yes."
I feel something ominous.
“I will try to make you want me, Master.”
“Ah, ah, ah, that’s not it either...!”
Shish shifted, moving between my legs. I covered my face as I watched his red hair fall forward.
Oh, shit.
What kind of torture is this!
I had to suppress the urge to grab his red hair and just do as he said.
“Shish, ah. No. Ah!”
But now I'm really in pain, I want to cry.
***
“Are you really going?”
“Then are you really going?”
What the heck, you're really taking me on an outing on such a silly topic?
It was unusual for him to go so quietly, like a thief in the night. I asked why he insisted on going in the middle of the night, and if that meant there wouldn't be any point in changing his mood.
“Because I don’t want people to see my master.”
“Why? Is there anyone else who knows my identity?”
"...No?"
For a brief moment, Shish hesitated.
“But how did you know I, ahem, was an author?”
I was really curious about this, so I asked while keeping an eye on things.
“Well... how would you know?”
Shish smiled faintly.
“I’ll let you know when you sign the marriage certificate.”
"Shish, why do you keep doing this to me? I told you I really don't have anything. You're richer and more powerful than me. You have nothing to gain from me."
“You are really dull, Master.”
Shish shook his head as if he had no other choice, then hugged me tightly. Then he started showering me with small kisses.
This continued until we reached our destination. Honestly, I was so happy, I was a little disappointed when the carriage stopped.
“Is this the right place?”
"Yes."
The hood was blown off arbitrarily by the strong wind.
Since there were only I, Shish, and Shish's confidants here, he didn't ask me to cover my face.
“Yeah, it was here.”
A place I have never described before.
“What is this...?”
Maybe I didn't see it because I was so flustered at the time, but something was shining on the stones standing at regular intervals.
Looking at it, it was engraved with a peculiar shape that was difficult to tell whether it was a pattern or a letter.
“Why, master?”
As I ran out to the stone without permission, Shish approached me. No, he tried to approach me.
Ssak.
I lifted my gaze from the tombstone when I heard a noise that seemed artificial, not the sound of grass blowing in the wind.
Clank.
There was a loud noise.
“Shish!”
Beneath his pale face, illuminated by the moonlight, a sword blade stretched out menacingly.
“Master.”
Shish reached out, but the blade blocked his movement, preventing him from moving forward.
“Step back.”
A voice as cold as a cold sword cut through the air.
“You over there, come this way.”
Shish's face contorted at the call that referred to me so precisely, and I turned towards the voice.
A cold, handsome man, seemingly carved from ice, appeared among the people wearing cloaks and hoods.
Even with the moonlight behind him, I could tell he had dark blue hair and eyes.
Dietrich Beluga was another male protagonist in this novel.
Comments
Post a Comment