What's good for you might be bad for me.
“I’ll change your clothes for you.”
As expected, I knew it wouldn't be good.
Thanks to that, I was able to shake my head without being surprised.
“Why, I need to know what kind of person the master is.”
The black curtain smiled faintly and laughed coyly.
“Master, you know everything about me. You know what my body is like.”
“I don’t know?”
“Why don’t you know?”
As Shish tilted his head to the side, his dark red hair flowed down, and for a moment, he felt the urge to touch it.
“I don’t know?”
I tilted my head to the side as well.
“Huh, I don’t believe it, but since you’re doing such a cute thing, should I pretend not to notice?”
Shish handed me my clothes and slowly turned around. I glanced at him and quickly changed.
Actually, I know roughly what Shish Milan's body looks like.
I know that this man is in his early 180s, that he's slender but has lean muscle from working out, and that his chest, including his ears, is a sensitive area. I also know the characteristics of other important body parts, including the scars on his back.
In particular, the scars on his back were caused by his father beating him with a belt when he was young.
But I'm just pretending not to know because I feel like something bad will happen if I say this.
“I wonder what the master is thinking.”
“Aaah!”
I screamed in front of the person, his face suddenly getting closer.
Shish waited until I stopped screaming and then patted me on the back.
“Why are you so surprised?”
“I’m naturally surprised.”
No. I don't get startled by anything, but I'm pretty sleepy right now.
“Hmm, I see.”
A smile appeared on his red lips as if he had found out something he liked.
“What were you thinking about?”
I wonder what you're up to, and I'm wondering how I can get away from you.
"Rice."
But my mouth is firmly telling a different story. I know I shouldn't reveal my true feelings in front of this man.
“I haven’t had dinner yet. Should I just tell you to go to sleep?”
“No, I already had you bring food here.”
After a while, as if to prove his words, food arrived.
An older man came, but Shish didn't seem to care, as if he had no secrets.
You brought me here without me being caught, and now you're exposing me defenselessly in front of people?
“Why do you like him?”
“What do you mean by that all of a sudden?”
“Because you looked at him closely.”
“Because I think he's a quiet person.”
"Ah."
Shish smiled, his lips curling into a wide smile. This meant he was genuinely happy, but I wasn't entirely pleased.
“Good job. He’s mute. I pulled out his tongue.”
The reason he was usually in a good mood was different from other people.
“He can’t even write, so he can’t tell anyone.”
What became clear was that Shish was trying to hide me.
This also meant that there were no immediate plans to kill me. So I kept it in mind.
Shish pulled out my chair and sat down across from me. He slowly tore a piece of bread and dipped it in balsamic vinegar.
Very slowly, as if eating was no fun.
He is tall because of the male lead buff, but in reality, Shish is not a person who enjoys eating.
“What kind of food do you like? Meat? Fruit?”
After tossing the vegetable salad a couple of times, he started asking me questions about this and that.
I briefly considered lying, worried that he might give me the opposite of what I said, but I told him the truth.
There's not much I don't like, but I especially like fruits, sweets, drinks, etc.
“But why are you curious about this?”
“I told you, I’m curious about you, Master.”
"Why?"
“You are my master.”
Since the other person was the monstrous minister, I was confused as to whether he was calling me 'Master' in a genuine way or sarcastically.
The food was delicious, so I ate diligently, but Shish never took his eyes off me. But I wasn't about to give in, so I ate without stopping.
"By the way, Master, you didn't ask me? How did I know about you? That you're an author."
“Ugh.”
The chunk of meat I was just swallowing got stuck in my throat.
Shish came over to me, patted me on the back affectionately, and put a glass of water in my hand.
“I thought you’d ask right away since you seemed very curious.”
“It was marked like that?”
“No. It didn’t seem like you were curious at all.”
This kid has seen people!
I suppressed the urge to punch the laughing Shish.
“So, if I ask you, will you tell me?”
“Um, not now? I’ll tell you when I have some more time.”
“When is that?”
“Master, if you take care of me properly.”
I almost spit out the water in my mouth.
I've been curious about the meaning of "take care" for a while now, but I decided not to ask. I don't think it carries a clear meaning.
After eating and looking around the room, time passed surprisingly normally.
When it was time to go to bed, Shish was nervous, but he did nothing.
He lay down next to me, looking at me.
“Don’t show your back.”
There seemed to be a glimmer of murder in his eyes as he pulled me back from lying down, but nothing particularly unusual. He didn't stop me from lying down, facing the ceiling.
I was worried he might ask for something weird, but luckily, he did.
If the person who ruined my life were to use this as an excuse to ask me to do something, I thought it would be difficult to refuse.
It's definitely not because Shish's face is handsome that I'm swayed. It can't be. It shouldn't be.
After tossing and turning for a while, I heard the sound of someone breathing loudly next to me.
There was a strong scent coming from Shish.
The setting was that he couldn't sleep and was using a sleeping scent, but he was spraying perfume to cover up the smell.
“Shish, are you asleep? If you don’t sleep, I’ll wake you up.”
There's not even a jolt. He's sleeping.
I carefully examined the face I'd been so startled I couldn't even see it properly earlier. As expected, seeing a face like this made me forget I'd even been kidnapped.
It was a story about a female protagonist.
Shish was a man who committed kidnapping and confinement, but the female protagonist did not get angry at him.
Although the reason is not specifically stated, when I see a face like this, even if I was about to get angry, my anger will disappear.
It's even my taste.
“Wow, he’s handsome. He’s really so handsome, man.”
I covered my mouth tightly as I heard my own voice. How handsome he was! My mouth was babbling uncontrollably!
Fortunately, the Prime Minister was fast asleep and probably didn't hear it.
But he was really handsome enough to make me accept that he was gone.
He was so handsome that I couldn't believe it, so I carefully poked his cheek with my finger.
“Wow, wow, wow.”
Even if you press hard on the cheek, it's still handsome. While I was at it, I tried rubbing the bridge of my nose and lips, but it seemed too shameless, so I stopped.
Today was the most unrealistic day I'd ever felt since entering the book. Even more so than the day I discovered I was in a book.
Because the opponent is the male protagonist of a run-down novel.
But my goal is survival!
The opponent is crazy; you have to be careful.
I was very tired, perhaps because of the shocking experience, and as I was about to fall asleep, something important came to mind.
"Uh..."
Shish Milan suffers from severe insomnia and barely sleeps, which makes him more irritable and irritable.
After meeting the heroine, he will be able to sleep well.
“Huh..?”
I realized something was strange, but my eyelids were too heavy and I fell into a deep sleep.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I touched my neck.
“Oh, it’s still attached.”
It seems like I snored all night and put my legs on Shish's body.
The space next to me was empty. I felt around with my hand, and it seemed like something had cooled down and disappeared a long time ago.
I got up first and tried to find a corner to escape to, but I failed.
"Ha..."
Who would have set up the Black Prime Minister as a character who can't sleep, goes to bed late, and wakes up early?
He's incredibly stupid. How many accidents would a mastermind with such a quick wit and a broken personality get into if he didn't sleep?
Actually, that's why I made him a sleepless character.
And that, too, of all things, made him a person who couldn't sleep because he had nightmares about something that happened to him as a child.
Yeah, that's me.
“Damn.”
Actually, that's why I touched my neck. I thought maybe Shish, sensing murderous intent while dreaming, had strangled me.
There was a private study next to the bedroom, so I went there, but there was no one there.
I tried to open the door during this gap, but it was locked and wouldn't open.
As expected, Shish is a master of kidnapping and confinement.
I opened the curtains and was looking out the window when I heard the click of a key turning, and the door opened.
“Master, are you awake?”
It was morning, but the owner of the house appeared with a radiant face, not a puffy one.
"I thought you'd wake up late. You left work later than usual yesterday, didn't you?"
I just realized that I'm someone who doesn't sleep in the morning.
“I guess it’s because I moved into a new house, but my eyes just opened on their own.”
But the mouth moved steadily and independently to survive.
“Then let’s eat breakfast together.”
Shish smiled and kissed my cheek.
After we finished eating, he dragged me into his study, offering to dress me up.
The study, which was extremely neat and tidy, felt dry.
There was a large sofa in that place, with dresses spread out on it. Beside it was a long table with various trinkets displayed.
Women's accessories and clothes definitely didn't look like they had been prepared in a short period of time.
No matter how much power and money the monstrous prime minister has, it takes an absolute amount of time to create and transport these things.
...No matter how much I think about it, I can't help but conclude that this man has known my true identity for quite some time.
“Shish, since when have you known me?”
“I’ll change your clothes for you.”
As expected, I knew it wouldn't be good.
Thanks to that, I was able to shake my head without being surprised.
“Why, I need to know what kind of person the master is.”
The black curtain smiled faintly and laughed coyly.
“Master, you know everything about me. You know what my body is like.”
“I don’t know?”
“Why don’t you know?”
As Shish tilted his head to the side, his dark red hair flowed down, and for a moment, he felt the urge to touch it.
“I don’t know?”
I tilted my head to the side as well.
“Huh, I don’t believe it, but since you’re doing such a cute thing, should I pretend not to notice?”
Shish handed me my clothes and slowly turned around. I glanced at him and quickly changed.
Actually, I know roughly what Shish Milan's body looks like.
I know that this man is in his early 180s, that he's slender but has lean muscle from working out, and that his chest, including his ears, is a sensitive area. I also know the characteristics of other important body parts, including the scars on his back.
In particular, the scars on his back were caused by his father beating him with a belt when he was young.
But I'm just pretending not to know because I feel like something bad will happen if I say this.
“I wonder what the master is thinking.”
“Aaah!”
I screamed in front of the person, his face suddenly getting closer.
Shish waited until I stopped screaming and then patted me on the back.
“Why are you so surprised?”
“I’m naturally surprised.”
No. I don't get startled by anything, but I'm pretty sleepy right now.
“Hmm, I see.”
A smile appeared on his red lips as if he had found out something he liked.
“What were you thinking about?”
I wonder what you're up to, and I'm wondering how I can get away from you.
"Rice."
But my mouth is firmly telling a different story. I know I shouldn't reveal my true feelings in front of this man.
“I haven’t had dinner yet. Should I just tell you to go to sleep?”
“No, I already had you bring food here.”
After a while, as if to prove his words, food arrived.
An older man came, but Shish didn't seem to care, as if he had no secrets.
You brought me here without me being caught, and now you're exposing me defenselessly in front of people?
“Why do you like him?”
“What do you mean by that all of a sudden?”
“Because you looked at him closely.”
“Because I think he's a quiet person.”
"Ah."
Shish smiled, his lips curling into a wide smile. This meant he was genuinely happy, but I wasn't entirely pleased.
“Good job. He’s mute. I pulled out his tongue.”
The reason he was usually in a good mood was different from other people.
“He can’t even write, so he can’t tell anyone.”
What became clear was that Shish was trying to hide me.
This also meant that there were no immediate plans to kill me. So I kept it in mind.
Shish pulled out my chair and sat down across from me. He slowly tore a piece of bread and dipped it in balsamic vinegar.
Very slowly, as if eating was no fun.
He is tall because of the male lead buff, but in reality, Shish is not a person who enjoys eating.
“What kind of food do you like? Meat? Fruit?”
After tossing the vegetable salad a couple of times, he started asking me questions about this and that.
I briefly considered lying, worried that he might give me the opposite of what I said, but I told him the truth.
There's not much I don't like, but I especially like fruits, sweets, drinks, etc.
“But why are you curious about this?”
“I told you, I’m curious about you, Master.”
"Why?"
“You are my master.”
Since the other person was the monstrous minister, I was confused as to whether he was calling me 'Master' in a genuine way or sarcastically.
The food was delicious, so I ate diligently, but Shish never took his eyes off me. But I wasn't about to give in, so I ate without stopping.
"By the way, Master, you didn't ask me? How did I know about you? That you're an author."
“Ugh.”
The chunk of meat I was just swallowing got stuck in my throat.
Shish came over to me, patted me on the back affectionately, and put a glass of water in my hand.
“I thought you’d ask right away since you seemed very curious.”
“It was marked like that?”
“No. It didn’t seem like you were curious at all.”
This kid has seen people!
I suppressed the urge to punch the laughing Shish.
“So, if I ask you, will you tell me?”
“Um, not now? I’ll tell you when I have some more time.”
“When is that?”
“Master, if you take care of me properly.”
I almost spit out the water in my mouth.
I've been curious about the meaning of "take care" for a while now, but I decided not to ask. I don't think it carries a clear meaning.
After eating and looking around the room, time passed surprisingly normally.
When it was time to go to bed, Shish was nervous, but he did nothing.
He lay down next to me, looking at me.
“Don’t show your back.”
There seemed to be a glimmer of murder in his eyes as he pulled me back from lying down, but nothing particularly unusual. He didn't stop me from lying down, facing the ceiling.
I was worried he might ask for something weird, but luckily, he did.
If the person who ruined my life were to use this as an excuse to ask me to do something, I thought it would be difficult to refuse.
It's definitely not because Shish's face is handsome that I'm swayed. It can't be. It shouldn't be.
After tossing and turning for a while, I heard the sound of someone breathing loudly next to me.
There was a strong scent coming from Shish.
The setting was that he couldn't sleep and was using a sleeping scent, but he was spraying perfume to cover up the smell.
“Shish, are you asleep? If you don’t sleep, I’ll wake you up.”
There's not even a jolt. He's sleeping.
I carefully examined the face I'd been so startled I couldn't even see it properly earlier. As expected, seeing a face like this made me forget I'd even been kidnapped.
It was a story about a female protagonist.
Shish was a man who committed kidnapping and confinement, but the female protagonist did not get angry at him.
Although the reason is not specifically stated, when I see a face like this, even if I was about to get angry, my anger will disappear.
It's even my taste.
“Wow, he’s handsome. He’s really so handsome, man.”
I covered my mouth tightly as I heard my own voice. How handsome he was! My mouth was babbling uncontrollably!
Fortunately, the Prime Minister was fast asleep and probably didn't hear it.
But he was really handsome enough to make me accept that he was gone.
He was so handsome that I couldn't believe it, so I carefully poked his cheek with my finger.
“Wow, wow, wow.”
Even if you press hard on the cheek, it's still handsome. While I was at it, I tried rubbing the bridge of my nose and lips, but it seemed too shameless, so I stopped.
Today was the most unrealistic day I'd ever felt since entering the book. Even more so than the day I discovered I was in a book.
Because the opponent is the male protagonist of a run-down novel.
But my goal is survival!
The opponent is crazy; you have to be careful.
I was very tired, perhaps because of the shocking experience, and as I was about to fall asleep, something important came to mind.
"Uh..."
Shish Milan suffers from severe insomnia and barely sleeps, which makes him more irritable and irritable.
After meeting the heroine, he will be able to sleep well.
“Huh..?”
I realized something was strange, but my eyelids were too heavy and I fell into a deep sleep.
***
As soon as I opened my eyes, I touched my neck.
“Oh, it’s still attached.”
It seems like I snored all night and put my legs on Shish's body.
The space next to me was empty. I felt around with my hand, and it seemed like something had cooled down and disappeared a long time ago.
I got up first and tried to find a corner to escape to, but I failed.
"Ha..."
Who would have set up the Black Prime Minister as a character who can't sleep, goes to bed late, and wakes up early?
He's incredibly stupid. How many accidents would a mastermind with such a quick wit and a broken personality get into if he didn't sleep?
Actually, that's why I made him a sleepless character.
And that, too, of all things, made him a person who couldn't sleep because he had nightmares about something that happened to him as a child.
Yeah, that's me.
“Damn.”
Actually, that's why I touched my neck. I thought maybe Shish, sensing murderous intent while dreaming, had strangled me.
There was a private study next to the bedroom, so I went there, but there was no one there.
I tried to open the door during this gap, but it was locked and wouldn't open.
As expected, Shish is a master of kidnapping and confinement.
I opened the curtains and was looking out the window when I heard the click of a key turning, and the door opened.
“Master, are you awake?”
It was morning, but the owner of the house appeared with a radiant face, not a puffy one.
"I thought you'd wake up late. You left work later than usual yesterday, didn't you?"
I just realized that I'm someone who doesn't sleep in the morning.
“I guess it’s because I moved into a new house, but my eyes just opened on their own.”
But the mouth moved steadily and independently to survive.
“Then let’s eat breakfast together.”
Shish smiled and kissed my cheek.
After we finished eating, he dragged me into his study, offering to dress me up.
The study, which was extremely neat and tidy, felt dry.
There was a large sofa in that place, with dresses spread out on it. Beside it was a long table with various trinkets displayed.
Women's accessories and clothes definitely didn't look like they had been prepared in a short period of time.
No matter how much power and money the monstrous prime minister has, it takes an absolute amount of time to create and transport these things.
...No matter how much I think about it, I can't help but conclude that this man has known my true identity for quite some time.
“Shish, since when have you known me?”
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