“Since birth, right? Because the master created me?”
Is this telling the truth, or is this threatening me?
I indeed created him, but I don't know all the answers he would give me when I asked him questions.
Because the story I wrote is about the female protagonist having fun meeting men!
“I want to get dressed.”
I changed the subject so that anyone could see it, but Shish just let it slide. He might have some ulterior motive, but for now, it was fortunate.
“This is what I’m wearing today.”
What Shish held out was a white chiffon dress. It was ankle-length and pretty, but not my style.
“Can’t I choose what I wear?”
“Yeah, no.”
He refused very neatly.
“I was curious about what kind of clothes would suit you, Master, so I decided to find out.”
“...So you choose?”
“Yeah. I’ll dress you in different clothes every day.”
His crimson eyes sparkled.
“I’ll take care of the dress too.”
“Not using a maid?”
“Yeah. I’ll change it myself.”
His red lips drew a seductive line.
What if I say no here and insist that I wear whatever I like?
Hmm, I'm not confident I can win a fight yet. Let's clear our minds quickly.
“I’ll do the dressing.”
“Do that.”
Shish answered refreshingly and turned around.
I put on my clothes, but they were buttoned at the back, so I was struggling, but soon someone buttoned them up.
“I guess the button is too small and doesn’t close properly.”
It was perfect timing, but you weren't watching from the beginning, were you?
"Well, what kind of jewelry would be good? What would you like, Master?"
“Shish, please choose. I think that would be good.”
This personality-disordered person pretends not to be, but he is a very moody person, so I just gave him a rough idea.
“I wonder?”
He narrowed his eyes and smiled, wondering if it was the right answer. Aegyo flowed from his tone and eyes.
"Master, your hair and eyes are black, so pretty much anything suits you. Oh, of course, since you have a pretty face, any color would suit you."
I speak without even wiping my mouth because I'm afraid people will say that I'm the kind of person who gains people's trust with my words and then backstabs them.
But you still think I'm pretty!
For a brief moment, the thought crossed my mind that living here might not be so bad.
No, the other person is the mastermind. Be careful. He might make you feel safe like this and then behead you.
“Yes, let’s do this.”
The ornaments that Shish had carefully chosen were red, similar to his hair.
He smiled with satisfaction as he placed a large ruby pendant on a platinum chain around my neck and a bracelet made of carved rubies on my arm.
As if I were chained.
As soon as I finished getting dressed, I brought up the story I had been thinking about all night.
“I want to go out of the building.”
The expression on Shish's face vanished. Ah, this was his original face.
Emotionless crimson eyes and firm, straight lips.
“This is my house. I wonder what it looks like.”
There was no answer from the other party.
I gently grabbed Shish's hand to see how it would turn out. He didn't mind being intimate when he felt like it, but he didn't like it when others made the first move.
If he pushes it away, the topic should be dropped, but if he keeps quiet, I can continue talking.
“Shish, you show me the house.”
As I gently intertwined my fingers, Shish flinched and slightly averted his gaze. He didn't even pull his hand away.
Yes, go straight!
"It's my house, isn't it? It's where you and I will live. So I think it would be nice if you showed it around together."
"I couldn't finish cleaning the house because I had to rush to pick up the master. Let's go out once it's a little cleaner."
“Then how many days can I stay and look around the house?”
Since it is Shish's specialty to gloss over things, I nailed it.
“Just wait a week.”
"So, can I see you here in a week? I'm so excited!"
He laughed so hard that he couldn't spit and banged his hammer.
Haha, I'm one step ahead.
Now that I know for sure this guy won't kill me right away, I have to gently coax him.
Let's find out why you brought me here. Find an opportunity to escape.
My purpose is one.
I have no ambitions like, "Since it's come to this, why don't we see the other male leads?" My only goal is to survive and return to my original world.
Since there are a lot of things to take with you here, there is enough money to go to the place with the 'door'.
Until then, let's please this guy.
Shish tilted his head and asked.
“Yes? Living with me.”
“You don’t like it?”
“No, yes.”
Shish let go of my hand, hugged my waist, and brought his lips to the nape of my neck.
“I’m so happy I could go crazy.”
The soft lips touching the nape of my neck are needlessly stimulating.
I tried to push him away, but he was good at pushing but hated being pushed, so he just stayed still.
Then, his lips gradually rose and touched my earlobe.
“Shish.”
I called out to him sternly as if scolding him, and he fell down with laughter.
“Master, I have to go to the palace, so rest. Understood?”
“Yeah. But are you going to feed me?”
“Of course.”
“Yes, have a nice trip.”
After waving goodbye, I approached the bookshelf with the intention of looking around.
"Huh?"
As the shadow faded, I turned around and saw Shish cupping my face with both hands and meeting my eyes.
“Don’t be too happy about me not being here.”
Are you trying to fool me again? I won't get fooled this time.
“What are you talking about? I really miss you when I think about you.”
“Really? I’m glad.”
Shish tilted his head slightly and smiled, but I'd be mistaken if I thought he was deliberately trying to get me to look at his face.
A week has passed.
After finishing up some tidying up—whether it was the house or the surroundings—Shish gave me a tour of the mansion. Even though it was just the inside of the building.
“Oh!”
“What do you think? It’s all yours, Master. Do you like it?”
“Then, if I like it, then go for it!”
He opened all his treasure vaults and all his doors to me, but I know he's not revealing his hidden room.
The Duke of Milan is an old family, so they have escape routes and passages connecting rooms.
...but I don’t really know where the actual secret passage is. Haha.
“Wow, this is all mine, it’s really tempting.”
“Don’t you feel like leaving it behind?”
“Well then, well then. Where are you going with these treasures?”
I don't know why, but it seemed like Shish had some intention of keeping me locked up here, so I chose voluntary confinement.
As if I can't stand being here.
Then Shish started to keep the door open all the time.
Moved to the next step.
“Shish, show me the garden.”
I wanted to run out of this house right away, but I needed to take steps. If I went out without Shish's permission, I might lose my limbs.
“Outside?”
“Yeah. Isn’t it when the flowers are blooming beautifully?”
“Huh?”
Shish, who was leaning against the door with his arms crossed, narrowed his eyes and stared at me.
“Aren’t I pretty? I want to go and compare and see if the flowers are pretty or if I am pretty!”
I made the calyx by hand.
“Aren’t I pretty? Yeah?”
This is not my will.
My mouth and hands, trying to live, are moving around on their own. But this mouth is my mouth and my hands, too, ugh.
I'm smiling with difficulty, but Shish shows no sign of responding. He just stares at me intently.
You little punk, my facial muscles hurt, so answer me quickly.
“Yes, master. Instead, you must hold my hand and go with me.”
"Yes."
That's nothing.
I touched the pen and quickly grabbed Shish's soft hand. Shish then slightly shifted his grip and interlocked his fingers.
He grabbed me with a dazzling smile that made me lose my mind.
Oh, the perfume changed again.
“Why are you making that face?”
“The smell of perfume has changed.”
“You don’t like it?”
“It’s not really my taste.”
“Hmm. Then, is there a scent you like among those you’ve smelled recently?”
As I shook my head, Shish stopped talking, and I soon managed to breathe in the fresh air outside.
In this way, the inside and outside of the mansion were revealed to me. My sphere of influence expanded accordingly. However, I was asked for a price.
“Master, come here.”
Shish, who shares the same bed with me, asked me to hold him in my arms.
“It’s uncomfortable to sleep like this.”
“I belong to you, master, so please be patient.”
“Yes, yes.”
Without even a blink, Shish's leg slipped between my thighs. I tried to push it away, but it was already deep inside and wouldn't budge.
“Shish, wait a minute.”
The black man who had wrapped his arms around my shoulders and waist seemed unwilling to let go. Because I was defenseless, my chest was crushed by the other man.
“Shish.”
"Hmm?"
Every time I called his name, the hug grew stronger, so I bit my lip. After a moment, Shish chuckled softly.
What kind of torture is this? Are you telling me to burst my heart and die?
I know this guy is crazy, but he has a handsome face and acts normal in front of me, so I keep forgetting.
“Shish, this position. Ah.”
Eventually, his legs reached the innermost part of my thighs, and I closed my mouth again.
“Keep talking, master.”
Shish, who had me in his arms, whispered softly.
“Aren’t you curious about what will happen next?”
Could this be the devil's whisper to open the forbidden box? I flinched, and Shish laughed and hugged me tighter.
“Come to think of it, it seems unfair that only the master knows me well.”
Is this telling the truth, or is this threatening me?
I indeed created him, but I don't know all the answers he would give me when I asked him questions.
Because the story I wrote is about the female protagonist having fun meeting men!
“I want to get dressed.”
I changed the subject so that anyone could see it, but Shish just let it slide. He might have some ulterior motive, but for now, it was fortunate.
“This is what I’m wearing today.”
What Shish held out was a white chiffon dress. It was ankle-length and pretty, but not my style.
“Can’t I choose what I wear?”
“Yeah, no.”
He refused very neatly.
“I was curious about what kind of clothes would suit you, Master, so I decided to find out.”
“...So you choose?”
“Yeah. I’ll dress you in different clothes every day.”
His crimson eyes sparkled.
“I’ll take care of the dress too.”
“Not using a maid?”
“Yeah. I’ll change it myself.”
His red lips drew a seductive line.
What if I say no here and insist that I wear whatever I like?
Hmm, I'm not confident I can win a fight yet. Let's clear our minds quickly.
“I’ll do the dressing.”
“Do that.”
Shish answered refreshingly and turned around.
I put on my clothes, but they were buttoned at the back, so I was struggling, but soon someone buttoned them up.
“I guess the button is too small and doesn’t close properly.”
It was perfect timing, but you weren't watching from the beginning, were you?
"Well, what kind of jewelry would be good? What would you like, Master?"
“Shish, please choose. I think that would be good.”
This personality-disordered person pretends not to be, but he is a very moody person, so I just gave him a rough idea.
“I wonder?”
He narrowed his eyes and smiled, wondering if it was the right answer. Aegyo flowed from his tone and eyes.
"Master, your hair and eyes are black, so pretty much anything suits you. Oh, of course, since you have a pretty face, any color would suit you."
I speak without even wiping my mouth because I'm afraid people will say that I'm the kind of person who gains people's trust with my words and then backstabs them.
But you still think I'm pretty!
For a brief moment, the thought crossed my mind that living here might not be so bad.
No, the other person is the mastermind. Be careful. He might make you feel safe like this and then behead you.
“Yes, let’s do this.”
The ornaments that Shish had carefully chosen were red, similar to his hair.
He smiled with satisfaction as he placed a large ruby pendant on a platinum chain around my neck and a bracelet made of carved rubies on my arm.
As if I were chained.
As soon as I finished getting dressed, I brought up the story I had been thinking about all night.
“I want to go out of the building.”
The expression on Shish's face vanished. Ah, this was his original face.
Emotionless crimson eyes and firm, straight lips.
“This is my house. I wonder what it looks like.”
There was no answer from the other party.
I gently grabbed Shish's hand to see how it would turn out. He didn't mind being intimate when he felt like it, but he didn't like it when others made the first move.
If he pushes it away, the topic should be dropped, but if he keeps quiet, I can continue talking.
“Shish, you show me the house.”
As I gently intertwined my fingers, Shish flinched and slightly averted his gaze. He didn't even pull his hand away.
Yes, go straight!
"It's my house, isn't it? It's where you and I will live. So I think it would be nice if you showed it around together."
"I couldn't finish cleaning the house because I had to rush to pick up the master. Let's go out once it's a little cleaner."
“Then how many days can I stay and look around the house?”
Since it is Shish's specialty to gloss over things, I nailed it.
“Just wait a week.”
"So, can I see you here in a week? I'm so excited!"
He laughed so hard that he couldn't spit and banged his hammer.
Haha, I'm one step ahead.
Now that I know for sure this guy won't kill me right away, I have to gently coax him.
Let's find out why you brought me here. Find an opportunity to escape.
My purpose is one.
I have no ambitions like, "Since it's come to this, why don't we see the other male leads?" My only goal is to survive and return to my original world.
Since there are a lot of things to take with you here, there is enough money to go to the place with the 'door'.
Until then, let's please this guy.
Shish tilted his head and asked.
“Yes? Living with me.”
“You don’t like it?”
“No, yes.”
Shish let go of my hand, hugged my waist, and brought his lips to the nape of my neck.
“I’m so happy I could go crazy.”
The soft lips touching the nape of my neck are needlessly stimulating.
I tried to push him away, but he was good at pushing but hated being pushed, so he just stayed still.
Then, his lips gradually rose and touched my earlobe.
“Shish.”
I called out to him sternly as if scolding him, and he fell down with laughter.
“Master, I have to go to the palace, so rest. Understood?”
“Yeah. But are you going to feed me?”
“Of course.”
“Yes, have a nice trip.”
After waving goodbye, I approached the bookshelf with the intention of looking around.
"Huh?"
As the shadow faded, I turned around and saw Shish cupping my face with both hands and meeting my eyes.
“Don’t be too happy about me not being here.”
Are you trying to fool me again? I won't get fooled this time.
“What are you talking about? I really miss you when I think about you.”
“Really? I’m glad.”
Shish tilted his head slightly and smiled, but I'd be mistaken if I thought he was deliberately trying to get me to look at his face.
***
A week has passed.
After finishing up some tidying up—whether it was the house or the surroundings—Shish gave me a tour of the mansion. Even though it was just the inside of the building.
“Oh!”
“What do you think? It’s all yours, Master. Do you like it?”
“Then, if I like it, then go for it!”
He opened all his treasure vaults and all his doors to me, but I know he's not revealing his hidden room.
The Duke of Milan is an old family, so they have escape routes and passages connecting rooms.
...but I don’t really know where the actual secret passage is. Haha.
“Wow, this is all mine, it’s really tempting.”
“Don’t you feel like leaving it behind?”
“Well then, well then. Where are you going with these treasures?”
I don't know why, but it seemed like Shish had some intention of keeping me locked up here, so I chose voluntary confinement.
As if I can't stand being here.
Then Shish started to keep the door open all the time.
Moved to the next step.
“Shish, show me the garden.”
I wanted to run out of this house right away, but I needed to take steps. If I went out without Shish's permission, I might lose my limbs.
“Outside?”
“Yeah. Isn’t it when the flowers are blooming beautifully?”
“Huh?”
Shish, who was leaning against the door with his arms crossed, narrowed his eyes and stared at me.
“Aren’t I pretty? I want to go and compare and see if the flowers are pretty or if I am pretty!”
I made the calyx by hand.
“Aren’t I pretty? Yeah?”
This is not my will.
My mouth and hands, trying to live, are moving around on their own. But this mouth is my mouth and my hands, too, ugh.
I'm smiling with difficulty, but Shish shows no sign of responding. He just stares at me intently.
You little punk, my facial muscles hurt, so answer me quickly.
“Yes, master. Instead, you must hold my hand and go with me.”
"Yes."
That's nothing.
I touched the pen and quickly grabbed Shish's soft hand. Shish then slightly shifted his grip and interlocked his fingers.
“I'm going.”
Oh, the perfume changed again.
“Why are you making that face?”
“The smell of perfume has changed.”
“You don’t like it?”
“It’s not really my taste.”
“Hmm. Then, is there a scent you like among those you’ve smelled recently?”
As I shook my head, Shish stopped talking, and I soon managed to breathe in the fresh air outside.
In this way, the inside and outside of the mansion were revealed to me. My sphere of influence expanded accordingly. However, I was asked for a price.
“Master, come here.”
Shish, who shares the same bed with me, asked me to hold him in my arms.
“It’s uncomfortable to sleep like this.”
“I belong to you, master, so please be patient.”
“Yes, yes.”
Without even a blink, Shish's leg slipped between my thighs. I tried to push it away, but it was already deep inside and wouldn't budge.
“Shish, wait a minute.”
The black man who had wrapped his arms around my shoulders and waist seemed unwilling to let go. Because I was defenseless, my chest was crushed by the other man.
“Shish.”
"Hmm?"
Every time I called his name, the hug grew stronger, so I bit my lip. After a moment, Shish chuckled softly.
What kind of torture is this? Are you telling me to burst my heart and die?
I know this guy is crazy, but he has a handsome face and acts normal in front of me, so I keep forgetting.
“Shish, this position. Ah.”
Eventually, his legs reached the innermost part of my thighs, and I closed my mouth again.
“Keep talking, master.”
Shish, who had me in his arms, whispered softly.
“Aren’t you curious about what will happen next?”
Could this be the devil's whisper to open the forbidden box? I flinched, and Shish laughed and hugged me tighter.
“Come to think of it, it seems unfair that only the master knows me well.”
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