“You’re the author of this story.”
Soft lips brushed my earlobe, but I was not allowed to do anything.
As if enjoying my reaction, the man slowly whispered another word.
“My master.”
The man, who had been savoring the silence, slowly straightened up and gazed at me. He gave me his trademark eye smile and parted his thin lips.
“Yes, so now let’s give you another choice?”
He grabbed my stiff hand and slowly brought his lips to my palm.
And he took advantage of the height difference between us and licked it down.
“Do you want to continue working at the store and be bossed around as I please, or?”
The man's voice heard through the palm was so secretive that it seemed like it was coming from right next to me.
“Do you want to have everything I have, including me?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
“Answer me, master.”
Unlike his smiling lips, his crimson eyes flashed dangerously.
I was living in poverty because I didn't want to get my neck cut off, but then the character came looking for me.
Ah, life.
“Yes, let’s go.”
The opponent was Shish Milan, and there was only one choice.
He shouted bravely.
"Shish, let's go to your house. No, my house. What's yours is mine, so it's my house, right?"
Go strong!
No, being strong isn't always the right thing to do, but you shouldn't show weakness. This man treats weakness like bugs.
"Sure."
As expected, the monstrous prime minister, Shish's lips formed a curve. He took off his cloak and wrapped it around me.
After wrapping myself up very carefully so that no one could see me, I headed to the carriage that was already waiting outside the store.
After sitting next to me, Shish took off his hood and just looked at me without saying a word.
Question here.
There's someone who's turned my life into a mess with his own hands. Imagine how I feel when I face him.
“Why, why?”
“Because I like it.”
The man smiled, narrowing his eyes.
“I’m so touched to finally meet you.”
That person said it was nice to meet me. What does that mean?
“Hoho, hohohoho. Really?”
'I'll kill you.'
It also may imply, 'I won't kill you easily.'
“Really, it’s good.”
The man secretly placed his hand on the back of my hand and interlocked his fingers.
In the confined space, it felt like our faces were getting closer and closer, and then the carriage started to shake and something brushed against my lips.
“Yes, master.”
"Yes?"
I wanted to ask him to drop that damn title, but I held back because I didn't know what the other person thought of me.
“I hope the master likes it.”
"What?"
“The house we will live in together from now on.”
Oh, aren't you trying to kill me?
No, are you going to cut off the neck and display it at home?
The man smiled brightly and leaned his head on my shoulder.
The place I was in was on the outskirts of the capital, while the place where the prime minister lived was in the center of the capital, so the scenery outside the carriage had a completely different atmosphere.
"No."
But as soon as I lifted the curtain and looked outside, Shish blocked it.
He wraps his hand around my shoulder and whispers affectionately.
“I wish you could hide your face.”
"Yes."
It was a strange request, but I had no choice.
Because if I don't, I never know what this guy might do.
Soon, we arrived at a grand, imposing mansion. The brown bricks, built inside, seemed surprisingly warm.
I think I wrote something like, 'The monstrous minister, Shish, used the mansion of the Duke of Milan, who was the last to be taken.'
Then this must be Duke Milan's residence.
A mansion with many secrets, as it is a family with a long history in the empire.
Shish took my hand and moved somewhere.
“It’s quiet.”
There's no sign of life in this grand mansion. Even considering the nature of the mastermind who's holding me captive, this is just too much.
It's even artificial.
"I told them not to come out because it would be embarrassing if anyone saw you. I tend to take good care of my employees."
“What does that have to do with what people see me?”
Shish smiled, narrowing his eyes.
“Those who see the master must have their eyes gouged out.”
Could it be that that's why he didn't let me see outside the carriage?
It got a little creepy.
Shish takes my hand and leads me up to the second floor.
In a five-story building, the place this man spends the most time is the second floor. That's where his bedroom and study are.
Meeting the monstrous minister was embarrassing, but seeing the scene I had imagined in person was moving.
Yeah, so the room with the red door is the monstrous room?
There's a reason I chose red among the many colors. It was to remind me of the blood on my hands.
Yeah, but why are you opening the red door?
“This is the room you will be using from now on, master. Do you like it?”
What he said is even more amazing.
This is your room.
A red warning sound rings loudly in my ears.
“Hmm... It’s nice, but it looks like someone else has used this room.”
“Huh, I’m glad you noticed.”
Shish gently hugged my waist from behind with both arms and nuzzled my temple.
This guy seems really comfortable with skinship. It's so natural.
I thought I should just throw it away, but in fact, I was so flustered that my thinking circuits weren't working properly.
“Here, this is my room.”
Are you sure you want to share your room?
Even if it was denied, it would have been scary in another sense.
"My bedroom, my study. This is the room you will use from now on, Master."
“Hahahaha, so you’re using a different room?”
I asked, trying to act as if nothing had happened with a smile. Even if he were the mastermind, he probably wouldn't have noticed that I was sweating profusely, right?
"No."
The alarm began to sound even louder.
The sound that was 'Eeng eeng' became 'Eeeeeeeeeeeee!'
The monstrous prime minister may play with women, but he never brings them into his room. No, he never brings them into the house in the first place.
He's never given it any meaning beyond playing outside.
“We’re going to use it together.”
"Hmm?"
“Master and I will share this room.”
“Oh, really? Then I’ll sleep on the sofa over there. You sleep in the bed.”
“What are you talking about?”
Shish laughed as if he found it very funny.
“Master, you decided to have me, didn’t you?”
“Oh, right?”
“So I want you to have me day and night.”
The whispering voice clung to my whole body.
“Then, shouldn’t you stick with me?”
“I, Shish.”
“I like being called by my name.”
The man who interrupted me speaks as if humming.
“That’s the name the master gave me, right? Call me by that name often.”
“Shhh!”
“Yeah, good. Very good.”
"I'll gradually tell you what I like. Oh, Master, do you already know everything?"
Shish grabbed my wrist with one hand and lifted it. Then he made me touch his ear. And that too, ugh.
"Ha."
The ears were the prime erogenous zone of the monstrous minister.
The heroine happens to grab his ear and twist it with all her might, and from this moment on, the prime minister begins to take an interest in her.
"Ah."
He groaned from deep within his body and whispered to my ear with his lips.
“As expected, Master knows what I like.”
You crazy bastard, you made me touch it!
He was panting and pressed his body against mine and whispered.
“Where would my master like to go...?”
Although Shish Milan was a civil servant, he was in good health because he was the only male protagonist.
I was the owner of lean muscles, and now, unexpectedly, I was able to confirm the settings I had set.
“I don’t like it!”
"Really?"
Shish responded to my urgent cry with a secretive tone.
"No."
He was the type of guy who would say he'd try it if I said I didn't like it, so I quickly told him the truth.
Fortunately, my choice was right, and the monstrous minister who seemed about to do something to me immediately left with a refreshing smile.
And he said he was going to take care of something for a bit and went out, and I was washing up.
Where to start and what to dig for.
How did he know I was an author? How is he still calm, knowing this place is inside a novel? Is he so crazy that he's become calm?
All kinds of questions were swirling around in my head.
“Huh.”
I always dreamed of seeing the characters I created someday, but I never thought I'd see them so closely. It's so detrimental.
“Sigh, I don’t want to go out.”
I held the bathroom door solemnly, as if it were the entrance to the last stronghold. After a while, Shish spoke to me.
“Master, are you still far from done? Shall I wash you?”
"No!"
As I hurriedly left, the monstrous minister lowered his eyes and smiled as if he had known this would happen.
“Sit here.”
As I sat down in the chair Shish had given me, I realized I was in a bathrobe. He sat across from me, his elbows on the table, his arms raised.
Shish, who had his face in his palm, was smiling, but his eyes seemed to be observing something.
“Aren’t you surprised?”
I was so shocked I could faint, you little shit. I'm trying my best to pretend it didn't happen.
"What?"
“I came.”
“You said you were using this room too. But should I be surprised?”
“Oh, I see. Master is right.”
Shish came up to me and took the towel from my hand, and started drying my hair.
I'm trying to be thorough and thorough in my explanations, so that people will think that I'm a guy who can do anything.
“I prepared the clothes.”
I tried to accept what the man offered.
But then, all of a sudden, Shish raised his arm. I tried to catch it, but it wasn't enough.
“Shish?”
The man smiled, his red lips curling up as if he had thought of something funny.
“A good idea has occurred to me, Master.”
Soft lips brushed my earlobe, but I was not allowed to do anything.
As if enjoying my reaction, the man slowly whispered another word.
“My master.”
The man, who had been savoring the silence, slowly straightened up and gazed at me. He gave me his trademark eye smile and parted his thin lips.
“Yes, so now let’s give you another choice?”
He grabbed my stiff hand and slowly brought his lips to my palm.
And he took advantage of the height difference between us and licked it down.
“Do you want to continue working at the store and be bossed around as I please, or?”
The man's voice heard through the palm was so secretive that it seemed like it was coming from right next to me.
“Do you want to have everything I have, including me?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
“Answer me, master.”
Unlike his smiling lips, his crimson eyes flashed dangerously.
I was living in poverty because I didn't want to get my neck cut off, but then the character came looking for me.
Ah, life.
“Yes, let’s go.”
The opponent was Shish Milan, and there was only one choice.
He shouted bravely.
"Shish, let's go to your house. No, my house. What's yours is mine, so it's my house, right?"
Go strong!
No, being strong isn't always the right thing to do, but you shouldn't show weakness. This man treats weakness like bugs.
"Sure."
As expected, the monstrous prime minister, Shish's lips formed a curve. He took off his cloak and wrapped it around me.
After wrapping myself up very carefully so that no one could see me, I headed to the carriage that was already waiting outside the store.
After sitting next to me, Shish took off his hood and just looked at me without saying a word.
Question here.
There's someone who's turned my life into a mess with his own hands. Imagine how I feel when I face him.
“Why, why?”
“Because I like it.”
The man smiled, narrowing his eyes.
“I’m so touched to finally meet you.”
That person said it was nice to meet me. What does that mean?
“Hoho, hohohoho. Really?”
'I'll kill you.'
It also may imply, 'I won't kill you easily.'
“Really, it’s good.”
The man secretly placed his hand on the back of my hand and interlocked his fingers.
In the confined space, it felt like our faces were getting closer and closer, and then the carriage started to shake and something brushed against my lips.
“Yes, master.”
"Yes?"
I wanted to ask him to drop that damn title, but I held back because I didn't know what the other person thought of me.
“I hope the master likes it.”
"What?"
“The house we will live in together from now on.”
Oh, aren't you trying to kill me?
No, are you going to cut off the neck and display it at home?
The man smiled brightly and leaned his head on my shoulder.
The place I was in was on the outskirts of the capital, while the place where the prime minister lived was in the center of the capital, so the scenery outside the carriage had a completely different atmosphere.
"No."
But as soon as I lifted the curtain and looked outside, Shish blocked it.
He wraps his hand around my shoulder and whispers affectionately.
“I wish you could hide your face.”
"Yes."
It was a strange request, but I had no choice.
Because if I don't, I never know what this guy might do.
Soon, we arrived at a grand, imposing mansion. The brown bricks, built inside, seemed surprisingly warm.
I think I wrote something like, 'The monstrous minister, Shish, used the mansion of the Duke of Milan, who was the last to be taken.'
Then this must be Duke Milan's residence.
A mansion with many secrets, as it is a family with a long history in the empire.
Shish took my hand and moved somewhere.
“It’s quiet.”
There's no sign of life in this grand mansion. Even considering the nature of the mastermind who's holding me captive, this is just too much.
It's even artificial.
"I told them not to come out because it would be embarrassing if anyone saw you. I tend to take good care of my employees."
“What does that have to do with what people see me?”
Shish smiled, narrowing his eyes.
“Those who see the master must have their eyes gouged out.”
Could it be that that's why he didn't let me see outside the carriage?
It got a little creepy.
Shish takes my hand and leads me up to the second floor.
In a five-story building, the place this man spends the most time is the second floor. That's where his bedroom and study are.
Meeting the monstrous minister was embarrassing, but seeing the scene I had imagined in person was moving.
Yeah, so the room with the red door is the monstrous room?
There's a reason I chose red among the many colors. It was to remind me of the blood on my hands.
Yeah, but why are you opening the red door?
“This is the room you will be using from now on, master. Do you like it?”
What he said is even more amazing.
This is your room.
A red warning sound rings loudly in my ears.
“Hmm... It’s nice, but it looks like someone else has used this room.”
“Huh, I’m glad you noticed.”
Shish gently hugged my waist from behind with both arms and nuzzled my temple.
This guy seems really comfortable with skinship. It's so natural.
I thought I should just throw it away, but in fact, I was so flustered that my thinking circuits weren't working properly.
“Here, this is my room.”
Are you sure you want to share your room?
Even if it was denied, it would have been scary in another sense.
"My bedroom, my study. This is the room you will use from now on, Master."
“Hahahaha, so you’re using a different room?”
I asked, trying to act as if nothing had happened with a smile. Even if he were the mastermind, he probably wouldn't have noticed that I was sweating profusely, right?
"No."
The alarm began to sound even louder.
The sound that was 'Eeng eeng' became 'Eeeeeeeeeeeee!'
The monstrous prime minister may play with women, but he never brings them into his room. No, he never brings them into the house in the first place.
He's never given it any meaning beyond playing outside.
“We’re going to use it together.”
"Hmm?"
“Master and I will share this room.”
“Oh, really? Then I’ll sleep on the sofa over there. You sleep in the bed.”
“What are you talking about?”
Shish laughed as if he found it very funny.
“Master, you decided to have me, didn’t you?”
“Oh, right?”
“So I want you to have me day and night.”
The whispering voice clung to my whole body.
“Then, shouldn’t you stick with me?”
“I, Shish.”
“I like being called by my name.”
The man who interrupted me speaks as if humming.
“That’s the name the master gave me, right? Call me by that name often.”
“Shhh!”
“Yeah, good. Very good.”
Was that just a call to get me to listen to my own story?
Shish grabbed my wrist with one hand and lifted it. Then he made me touch his ear. And that too, ugh.
"Ha."
The ears were the prime erogenous zone of the monstrous minister.
The heroine happens to grab his ear and twist it with all her might, and from this moment on, the prime minister begins to take an interest in her.
"Ah."
He groaned from deep within his body and whispered to my ear with his lips.
“As expected, Master knows what I like.”
You crazy bastard, you made me touch it!
He was panting and pressed his body against mine and whispered.
“Where would my master like to go...?”
Although Shish Milan was a civil servant, he was in good health because he was the only male protagonist.
I was the owner of lean muscles, and now, unexpectedly, I was able to confirm the settings I had set.
“I don’t like it!”
"Really?"
Shish responded to my urgent cry with a secretive tone.
"No."
He was the type of guy who would say he'd try it if I said I didn't like it, so I quickly told him the truth.
Fortunately, my choice was right, and the monstrous minister who seemed about to do something to me immediately left with a refreshing smile.
And he said he was going to take care of something for a bit and went out, and I was washing up.
Where to start and what to dig for.
How did he know I was an author? How is he still calm, knowing this place is inside a novel? Is he so crazy that he's become calm?
All kinds of questions were swirling around in my head.
“Huh.”
I always dreamed of seeing the characters I created someday, but I never thought I'd see them so closely. It's so detrimental.
“Sigh, I don’t want to go out.”
I held the bathroom door solemnly, as if it were the entrance to the last stronghold. After a while, Shish spoke to me.
“Master, are you still far from done? Shall I wash you?”
"No!"
As I hurriedly left, the monstrous minister lowered his eyes and smiled as if he had known this would happen.
“Sit here.”
As I sat down in the chair Shish had given me, I realized I was in a bathrobe. He sat across from me, his elbows on the table, his arms raised.
Shish, who had his face in his palm, was smiling, but his eyes seemed to be observing something.
“Aren’t you surprised?”
I was so shocked I could faint, you little shit. I'm trying my best to pretend it didn't happen.
"What?"
“I came.”
“You said you were using this room too. But should I be surprised?”
“Oh, I see. Master is right.”
Shish came up to me and took the towel from my hand, and started drying my hair.
I'm trying to be thorough and thorough in my explanations, so that people will think that I'm a guy who can do anything.
“I prepared the clothes.”
I tried to accept what the man offered.
But then, all of a sudden, Shish raised his arm. I tried to catch it, but it wasn't enough.
“Shish?”
The man smiled, his red lips curling up as if he had thought of something funny.
“A good idea has occurred to me, Master.”
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