I just know you're crazy, I don't know how crazy you are, to what extent.
Of course, I couldn't say these words out loud.
Shish slowly stroked my back as if to see who would win.
In a circle, getting bigger and bigger. Heat slowly began to spread through my body, but I didn't open my mouth.
Then his fingers moved up my spine, stroking each joint.
The touch was so secretive that I clenched my teeth.
I couldn't help but open my mouth as the smooth fingers, now quite familiar, caressed the back of my neck and entered my clothes.
“Stop it, Sish.”
“Why?”
“I think you’re mistaken. I don’t know everything about you.”
“Really? Then I’ll tell you.”
I was struck by the persistent touch and the voice that made people tired.
Bam!
And then I raised my head with all my might and struck Shish's chin.
“Ugh.”
“I told you to stop.”
“Ouch...”
Shish, who had fallen away from me obediently, clutched his chin and groaned.
Ugh, should I comfort you?
As I was thinking about it, I soon realized that the sound coming from him was not a moan, but a laugh.
“Ah, master. So cute.”
This kid is enjoying my reaction, right?
“I really like you, Master.”
...I’m avoiding the dead flag, right?
Last night's events made me realize that living with Shish even for a short time was crazy.
Slap!
I slapped myself on the cheek to wake myself up.
“Don’t forget, I’m the one who makes people uncomfortable and enjoys it.”
If he noticed that I was feeling guilty, he might exploit me in some way.
Or ask me to tell him the secret of silence.
Ah, but I don't know. Because every time, Sish wrote that he figured out the secret of the silence and killed it on his own.
Of course, I couldn't say these words out loud.
Shish slowly stroked my back as if to see who would win.
In a circle, getting bigger and bigger. Heat slowly began to spread through my body, but I didn't open my mouth.
Then his fingers moved up my spine, stroking each joint.
The touch was so secretive that I clenched my teeth.
I couldn't help but open my mouth as the smooth fingers, now quite familiar, caressed the back of my neck and entered my clothes.
“Stop it, Sish.”
“Why?”
“I think you’re mistaken. I don’t know everything about you.”
“Really? Then I’ll tell you.”
I was struck by the persistent touch and the voice that made people tired.
Bam!
And then I raised my head with all my might and struck Shish's chin.
“Ugh.”
“I told you to stop.”
“Ouch...”
Shish, who had fallen away from me obediently, clutched his chin and groaned.
Ugh, should I comfort you?
As I was thinking about it, I soon realized that the sound coming from him was not a moan, but a laugh.
“Ah, master. So cute.”
This kid is enjoying my reaction, right?
“I really like you, Master.”
...I’m avoiding the dead flag, right?
***
Last night's events made me realize that living with Shish even for a short time was crazy.
Slap!
I slapped myself on the cheek to wake myself up.
“Don’t forget, I’m the one who makes people uncomfortable and enjoys it.”
If he noticed that I was feeling guilty, he might exploit me in some way.
Or ask me to tell him the secret of silence.
Ah, but I don't know. Because every time, Sish wrote that he figured out the secret of the silence and killed it on his own.
...Oh my, am I going to be eliminated in the end because I’m useless?
“Damn, why didn’t I just make a setting where there’s a hole in the wall surrounding the large mansion?”
Then I can just escape through that hole.
Surprisingly, this morning, Shish gave me 100 gold and 10 silver, saying that the former boss had asked him to pass it on.
I don't know if it was the former president or Shish who gave it to me, but either way, I got some capital.
Since last night, Shish hasn't done anything strange again, but every day when I think about the future, I sweep the garden.
I think it's inevitable that the report will reach Shish since there will be many eyes watching.
But at least he tried not to let anyone know what I was doing in the garden and the woods behind the mansion.
“Wow... there really isn’t any.”
Even if there had been a hole, I think Shish would have repaired it, but really, it was a little frustrating because there wasn't even a single space for an ant to escape.
I can't even climb over that high wall.
“What are you doing?”
I turned around slowly.
“Who are you?”
For the first time in this house, someone spoke to me.
“I am the gardener of this mansion.”
The young man had brown, unkempt hair and a few freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose.
Maybe he's my age? He looks quite charming.
I've never written about gardeners, but I'm long past the point of being surprised by extras I don't even know about, so I chuckled.
“I was looking around the garden.”
“Oh, is that so?”
The young gardener, his face slightly flushed, touched the back of his head as if embarrassed.
What the heck, it's refreshing to see someone like this after seeing Shish always smiling like he's trying to flirt in bed!
The tension was relieved by his innocent appearance, but this was Shish's home. Perhaps he approached me with the intention of teasing me.
“You keep wandering around.”
As expected, you're trying to figure out what I'm doing!
The blushing man stuttered.
“Is that what you’re looking for? If there’s anything like that.”
“...”
“If you tell me, I will find it for you.”
The gardener's face turned red as if he had finished speaking.
I slowly raised my lips into a smile, and to my surprise, the gardener's face turned even redder.
"Thank you."
Even if you don't know what they're really thinking, it's easy to guess what the other person's reaction is.
"But I'm just looking around. If I need anything later, I'll ask. What's your name?"
“This is Rowoon.”
“Yes, Rowoon. I’ll remember that.”
“Excuse me, Miss.”
As I was about to leave, the gardener called me.
"Yes?"
“Actually, the master told me not to talk to the young lady.”
Aha.
“Let’s keep today’s work a secret between Rowoon and me. Is that okay?”
“Oh, thank you.”
I bowed, but the gardener stayed there until I left first.
I pretended not to notice the gazes on my back.
To sum up, Shish told the people in the mansion not to speak to me. It's also likely that he told them to stay out of sight.
Because I didn't see anyone except the gardener and the mute man who served me food.
It's so scary, like a haunted house!
But still, the man insisted on talking to me.
Besides, that reaction earlier clearly showed that the gardener had a crush on me.
Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that Shish ordered it, but it's rare to find someone who's that good at acting.
The gardener's reaction was honest, and I finally had someone on my side.
“Yeah, there’s no law that says you have to die!”
After that, I continued to go outside, and each time, the gardener would hover around me.
“I want to rest in a quiet place. Is there such a place?”
“Follow me, Miss.”
The place he guided us to was the forest around the annex.
“This is a place where not many people come.”
“I see. It’s nice that it’s quiet.”
“There’s a flower growing over there. So, uh, a rare flower.”
I pretended to be curious, so the gardener dug up the flower by the roots.
“This is Izeria.”
Isn't the flower called the elixir of eternal youth?
“Isn’t it so pretty?”
The gardener, apparently unaware of the identity of the Izeria, simply told me to look closely.
Of course, the efficacy of the Izeria isn't well-known to the general public. It's more famous as a rare ornamental flower.
“Are you raising it secretly?”
When I asked with wide eyes, the gardener nodded with a red face.
“Oh, Master, you know. He was the one who brought me the seedlings.”
Hey, I wonder if it's a plot twist, so you raise something like this?
Izeria is called the elixir of immortality because it can cure any illness if taken at the right dosage.
However, it does not prevent aging or prolong life.
Conversely, it can also be toxic depending on the combination process.
The perfect thing to kill someone without leaving any smell, color, or trace.
“I’ve heard of it, but this is my first time seeing it. It’s really pretty.”
“Hehe, is that so?”
“Thanks to Rowoon, I get to see all kinds of amazing things.”
The gardener bowed his head and extended both hands forward. It seemed to be a gesture to get a better look at the flowers. I should take these with me when I go.
Thanks to the gardener, I learned a lot of things.
First of all, how long has it been since I last had a normal conversation with another person?
Regardless of whether I escaped or not, it was quite enjoyable talking to the gardener.
Since Shish was often late because he was busy, I spent a long time wandering around the garden or along the wall.
***
“Master, do you think it’s fun to wander around outside?”
One day, when Shish returned home, he asked.
“Yeah. I like to move around.”
That's a lie. I'm a homebody.
“Huh...”
Shish tilted his head to the side, and for a moment, my heart pounded as if he had read my mind.
“I see...”
“I like going for walks. It would be even better if I went with Shish!”
My mouth moves as if it's ready to live. Come on, my mouth.
“Is that so?”
Shish, who was unbuttoning his cufflinks, approached me. He stretched out both arms as if to embrace me as I sat in a chair by the window, placing his hands on the windowsill.
And then he tilted his head and met my gaze. His crimson eyes narrowed.
“I feel good whenever my master wants me.”
“Oh, oh, really?
"Yes."
“That’s a good mindset. It’s perfect for me to keep!”
Since Shish pretends to keep his word, let's make him aware of it.
You are mine! Don't harm your master!
"Yes?"
A voice mixed with laughter moved from in front of me to my ears.
“So, please want me a lot.”
A sound that was hard to tell whether it was a voice or a moan pierced my eardrums.
"..."
He's asking me to want him, but why does it sound like he wants me?
“Hoho, hohoho. Shish, should I pat your head? Hoho!”
"Good."
Shish, who responded to my random remark to change the mood, hugged me and sat down on the chair himself.
And he sat me down on his thighs.
I was trembling because I was concerned about the other person's leg under my butt, so Shish stroked my waist.
“Relax.”
“I want to get up.”
The arms that hugged my waist tightly wouldn't let go.
“Just leave it like this.”
The tone was soft, but the atmosphere was so compelling that I stroked his red hair, still in an uncomfortable position. Then, the hand stroking my waist stopped.
“Huh...”
While I was stroking his head, Shish buried his face in my chest.
It was right near my collarbone, but I was bothered by the hot breath that reached my chest.
So I took shallow breaths through my nose. If I took a deep breath, my chest might touch Shish's face.
In the meantime, while admiring the soft hair, Shish opened his mouth.
“Yes, master.”
"Huh?"
“You know I hate lying?”
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