Yeah. I know you're good at deceiving others, but you hate it when people deceive you.
But I'm confused as to whether I should try it or not.
The exact purpose of Shish is still unknown.
If I had to guess, since I'm a writer and know a lot of the secrets of this world, I guess he has a plan to exploit me?
So I guess he's just trying to figure out how much I know and how useful it is.
If that's the case, then I, who am of no use, should hide myself as much as possible.
There are ways to torture, but Shish does not treat people he does not know lightly.
I'm the most mysterious person in this man's life, so I'm going to check on him. If I don't get caught up in this, I'll survive.
... Maybe?
“Everyone hates lies, Shish.”
“Huh, is that so?”
His breath kept brushing against my collarbone and moving downward. It seemed to seep into my flesh, hidden by my clothes, so I pushed Shish's shoulder.
“Shish, I want to go down.”
This time, Shish, who had obediently put me down, took my hands in his. He interlocked his fingers and shook them gently, then smiled brightly.
“But, I think it’s okay for you to lie to me, Master.”
"I know."
I don't know, but I raised my chin and answered arrogantly.
Shish is always tough, tough, tough, but he has a habit of stepping on the weaker ones more cruelly, so he straightened his shoulders and answered confidently.
“Of course, since I am your master.”
“Pfft, puhahahahaha!”
I slowly distanced myself from Shish, who suddenly burst into laughter.
Is this guy crazy? No, he was already crazy, so he can't be crazy now.
“Hahaha. Haha.”
He laughed for a long time, then wiped away the tears that had gathered in his eyes and looked straight at me.
"Yes."
A tone no different from usual.
“So keep calling me, master.”
Affectionate and gentle speech.
“Everything is forgiven when you are my master.”
Shish's red lips were drawn in a curve, but his crimson eyes looked cold.
A chill ran down my spine.
Shish's doll play continued.
Today, there was a string in the front of the dress to tighten it, and Shish was tying a knot on that string.
I was wondering what shape to make the ribbon.
“What happened to all the clothes I wore?”
"Why?"
This guy just doesn't give me answers. I always ask him why he asks such questions.
“Because there are clothes I like.”
“Huh, really?”
Shish didn't take his eyes off the string.
“The clothes were all ruined, so I threw them all away.”
How could that be?
Basically, the dresses that Shish brings cover all the way to my feet.
This means that unless you're holding onto the dress, it's long enough to drag on the floor.
So I worked really hard and carried it around so that the grass wouldn't get on my dress.
You even organized your clothes so they wouldn't get caught for being rough around the block, didn't you? You always meticulously organized and took off your clothes?
...got caught?
I glanced at him briefly, but Shish's attitude was still calm.
“What did you like? Tell me and I’ll make it again.”
“That’s not it.”
“Really? If you change your mind, let me know.”
Shish, careful not to wrinkle the lace inside the knot, ended up tying the string into a ribbon shape.
“It’s done.”
I thought you were going to make a double ribbon because you were putting so much thought into it, but that wasn't the case.
“Let’s use this as our accessory for today.”
"Ah...!"
Shish buried his lips in my slightly exposed chest and left a kiss mark with a peck.
"What's this!"
"Decoration."
He licked his lips with his red tongue, his eyes forming crescent moons as if he was very amused.
“Can you leave some more?”
“Yes. I’ll just pick a necklace I like.”
I quickly got up from my seat to hide my excitement.
This crazy guy is so unnecessarily sexy. It's like he's trying to seduce me at every moment.
“Necklace, necklace.”
As if he wasn't going to stop her, Shish crossed his arms and stepped back.
I didn't like extremely large gems, but the gems Shish had displayed were all huge.
“Why are they all red? There are so many kinds of gems. Like emeralds and sapphires.”
“Red suits you well, Master.”
What, you said anything goes well with me.
Shish smiled brightly and chose a necklace for me.
Fortunately, the jewels are small, but the problem is that they are all gathered together and end up covering the entire neck.
A red jewel was attached to a necklace made of woven diamonds.
“Is it a ruby?”
“No, it’s a red diamond.”
“Ugh.”
I pretended to be generous, but I was nervous that I might lose it later.
Red Diamond, was there such a jewel?
“I come early today, so we can spend more time together.”
Shish whispered affectionately to me, stroking my hair. He even combed my hair himself, and he seemed to have recently found pleasure in stroking my hair, continuing to touch it.
“Yes, good. I want to go back to the treasure trove.”
“Then let’s go later.”
He narrowed his eyes, smiled, and kissed my cheeks. Then he left the room.
Skipship was unfamiliar at first, but now I'm quite used to it, so this doesn't bother me at all.
"Hmm..."
When I think about it, this kind of contact wasn't unpleasant. It still isn't.
“Huh.”
Even if he's a broke character, he's still my child!
I covered my mouth with a sudden surge of emotion. It's a bit scary because it's a dark story, but perhaps because it's a character I created, a love wells up in me that I don't even know about.
I'll have to pat his head a lot when he comes back later.
After clenching my fists and strengthening my resolve, I started exploring the garden again.
"Hmm..."
“What, what are you worried about?”
Today, as always, the gardener showed up with a red face.
“I was wondering if I could climb the tree.”
If I could climb trees as tall as buildings, wouldn't I be able to escape?
Even if running away is difficult, it seems like I can at least see the scenery outside.
“Can I help you?”
“Are you Rowoon?”
“Yes. I will hold you. Well, if you don’t mind.”
"Great."
The gardener, who had been blinking in disbelief as I readily agreed, approached me. His face grew even redder.
Perhaps it's because this is a reverse harem world, but everyone around important characters seems to receive a beauty buff. Even an ordinary gardener looks refreshed.
"Well, then. I'll carry you. Try stepping on that branch you see over there."
The gardener scooped me up in a swift hug, and I reached out and grabbed the thick branches of a nearby tree. I tried to hold on, but my meager physical strength made it impossible.
The gardener even tried to carry me up the tree, but it was impossible because of my cumbersome dress.
...You little shit, didn’t you expect something like this?
Anyway, my body is weak and I won't be able to escape, so feel free to wander around the garden.
Considering that he is a choleric and broke person, I don't think so.
“I can’t do this, Rowoon. I think Rowoon is having a hard time.”
I took the plunge and retreated, but the gardener's gaze was fixed on some part of my body, and I couldn't help but wonder if it would ever leave.
"Ah."
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
I looked and saw that the strap near my chest was loose.
The gardener, whose face looked like it was going to explode, hurriedly apologized, and I replied that it was okay and tried to tie it with a ribbon.
But since I have no talent for tying things, I ended up wasting my time.
“Should I tie it for you?”
"Is it so."
The gardener, at first, seemed to be fumbling around, but eventually succeeded in creating a ribbon. It looked a little different from before.
“Thank you, Rowoon.”
"No."
Is there no way to escape this ironclad mansion?
“Hmm, if I can’t go out, then I guess I’ll just have to wait until I meet the heroine... is that all I have to do?”
Even though I'm a writer, I was so focused on getting home that I neglected to gather information about my surroundings.
To begin with, the male leads, including the female protagonist, were nobles or those of similar status, while I was a commoner. Even if I had tried to gather information, the limitations would have been clear.
Besides, I'm not a meticulous person, so I didn't even specify the date or anything like that clearly...
“Sob.”
If my communication partner, Shish, were to block the information, I would be completely incompetent, just like I am now.
I often ask the gardener about various things, but his knowledge is extremely limited.
“Sob sob.”
Is that the only thing you know how to do other than getting caught by the mad minister?
And it had to be by the craziest guy of all people. Even if I had been caught by the Sword Master male protagonist, I wouldn't have been in such agony.
“Phew...”
I lay on the bed with my head in deep anguish.
Come to think of it, Shish knows that I'm a writer, but does he also know about the existence of the female protagonist?
I searched the entire library, but as expected, I couldn't find anything important.
Hmm, how do I get any information from him? For the time being, self-extrication seems out of the question.
“The bed is really soft.”
This is a bed and bedding crafted by a master craftsman, who searched the empire to find it, determined to find some way to sleep. Sleep deprivation was also a contributing factor to his sharp and irritable personality.
“Ahh...”
Since all of Shish's suffering was caused by my own hands, it wasn't easy to simply view him negatively and avoid him. In a way, it was a natural outcome.
Besides, he hasn't done anything bad to me yet.
I was lying there blankly when I heard the door open and closed my eyes without realizing it.
“Master?”
For some reason, I felt uncomfortable looking at Shish, so I pretended to be asleep.
“If you don’t wake up, I’ll put my hand here?”
“Kkiyak!”
But I opened my eyes immediately at the feeling of a hand pressing on my chest.
“I woke up. Why didn’t you take it off?”
When I screamed at the presence of the hand still inside my clothes, Shish laughed in a subdued voice.
“Yes. I’ll take it off, so don’t be angry, Master.”
A soft palm traced circles over my plump flesh before leaving. It felt like his gaze was licking me, so I couldn't meet his eyes.
Why is this crazy guy so unnecessarily sexy? Who made him like this?
Yeah, me.
“But you tied the knot again?”
But I'm confused as to whether I should try it or not.
The exact purpose of Shish is still unknown.
If I had to guess, since I'm a writer and know a lot of the secrets of this world, I guess he has a plan to exploit me?
So I guess he's just trying to figure out how much I know and how useful it is.
If that's the case, then I, who am of no use, should hide myself as much as possible.
There are ways to torture, but Shish does not treat people he does not know lightly.
I'm the most mysterious person in this man's life, so I'm going to check on him. If I don't get caught up in this, I'll survive.
... Maybe?
“Everyone hates lies, Shish.”
“Huh, is that so?”
His breath kept brushing against my collarbone and moving downward. It seemed to seep into my flesh, hidden by my clothes, so I pushed Shish's shoulder.
“Shish, I want to go down.”
This time, Shish, who had obediently put me down, took my hands in his. He interlocked his fingers and shook them gently, then smiled brightly.
“But, I think it’s okay for you to lie to me, Master.”
"I know."
I don't know, but I raised my chin and answered arrogantly.
Shish is always tough, tough, tough, but he has a habit of stepping on the weaker ones more cruelly, so he straightened his shoulders and answered confidently.
“Of course, since I am your master.”
“Pfft, puhahahahaha!”
I slowly distanced myself from Shish, who suddenly burst into laughter.
Is this guy crazy? No, he was already crazy, so he can't be crazy now.
“Hahaha. Haha.”
He laughed for a long time, then wiped away the tears that had gathered in his eyes and looked straight at me.
"Yes."
A tone no different from usual.
“So keep calling me, master.”
Affectionate and gentle speech.
“Everything is forgiven when you are my master.”
Shish's red lips were drawn in a curve, but his crimson eyes looked cold.
A chill ran down my spine.
***
Shish's doll play continued.
Today, there was a string in the front of the dress to tighten it, and Shish was tying a knot on that string.
I was wondering what shape to make the ribbon.
“What happened to all the clothes I wore?”
"Why?"
This guy just doesn't give me answers. I always ask him why he asks such questions.
“Because there are clothes I like.”
“Huh, really?”
Shish didn't take his eyes off the string.
“The clothes were all ruined, so I threw them all away.”
How could that be?
Basically, the dresses that Shish brings cover all the way to my feet.
This means that unless you're holding onto the dress, it's long enough to drag on the floor.
So I worked really hard and carried it around so that the grass wouldn't get on my dress.
You even organized your clothes so they wouldn't get caught for being rough around the block, didn't you? You always meticulously organized and took off your clothes?
...got caught?
I glanced at him briefly, but Shish's attitude was still calm.
“What did you like? Tell me and I’ll make it again.”
“That’s not it.”
“Really? If you change your mind, let me know.”
Shish, careful not to wrinkle the lace inside the knot, ended up tying the string into a ribbon shape.
“It’s done.”
I thought you were going to make a double ribbon because you were putting so much thought into it, but that wasn't the case.
“Let’s use this as our accessory for today.”
"Ah...!"
Shish buried his lips in my slightly exposed chest and left a kiss mark with a peck.
"What's this!"
"Decoration."
He licked his lips with his red tongue, his eyes forming crescent moons as if he was very amused.
“Can you leave some more?”
“Yes. I’ll just pick a necklace I like.”
I quickly got up from my seat to hide my excitement.
This crazy guy is so unnecessarily sexy. It's like he's trying to seduce me at every moment.
“Necklace, necklace.”
As if he wasn't going to stop her, Shish crossed his arms and stepped back.
I didn't like extremely large gems, but the gems Shish had displayed were all huge.
“Why are they all red? There are so many kinds of gems. Like emeralds and sapphires.”
“Red suits you well, Master.”
What, you said anything goes well with me.
Shish smiled brightly and chose a necklace for me.
Fortunately, the jewels are small, but the problem is that they are all gathered together and end up covering the entire neck.
A red jewel was attached to a necklace made of woven diamonds.
“Is it a ruby?”
“No, it’s a red diamond.”
“Ugh.”
I pretended to be generous, but I was nervous that I might lose it later.
Red Diamond, was there such a jewel?
“I come early today, so we can spend more time together.”
Shish whispered affectionately to me, stroking my hair. He even combed my hair himself, and he seemed to have recently found pleasure in stroking my hair, continuing to touch it.
“Yes, good. I want to go back to the treasure trove.”
“Then let’s go later.”
He narrowed his eyes, smiled, and kissed my cheeks. Then he left the room.
Skipship was unfamiliar at first, but now I'm quite used to it, so this doesn't bother me at all.
"Hmm..."
When I think about it, this kind of contact wasn't unpleasant. It still isn't.
“Huh.”
Even if he's a broke character, he's still my child!
I covered my mouth with a sudden surge of emotion. It's a bit scary because it's a dark story, but perhaps because it's a character I created, a love wells up in me that I don't even know about.
I'll have to pat his head a lot when he comes back later.
After clenching my fists and strengthening my resolve, I started exploring the garden again.
"Hmm..."
“What, what are you worried about?”
Today, as always, the gardener showed up with a red face.
“I was wondering if I could climb the tree.”
If I could climb trees as tall as buildings, wouldn't I be able to escape?
Even if running away is difficult, it seems like I can at least see the scenery outside.
“Can I help you?”
“Are you Rowoon?”
“Yes. I will hold you. Well, if you don’t mind.”
"Great."
The gardener, who had been blinking in disbelief as I readily agreed, approached me. His face grew even redder.
Perhaps it's because this is a reverse harem world, but everyone around important characters seems to receive a beauty buff. Even an ordinary gardener looks refreshed.
"Well, then. I'll carry you. Try stepping on that branch you see over there."
The gardener scooped me up in a swift hug, and I reached out and grabbed the thick branches of a nearby tree. I tried to hold on, but my meager physical strength made it impossible.
The gardener even tried to carry me up the tree, but it was impossible because of my cumbersome dress.
...You little shit, didn’t you expect something like this?
Anyway, my body is weak and I won't be able to escape, so feel free to wander around the garden.
Considering that he is a choleric and broke person, I don't think so.
“I can’t do this, Rowoon. I think Rowoon is having a hard time.”
I took the plunge and retreated, but the gardener's gaze was fixed on some part of my body, and I couldn't help but wonder if it would ever leave.
"Ah."
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
I looked and saw that the strap near my chest was loose.
The gardener, whose face looked like it was going to explode, hurriedly apologized, and I replied that it was okay and tried to tie it with a ribbon.
But since I have no talent for tying things, I ended up wasting my time.
“Should I tie it for you?”
"Is it so."
The gardener, at first, seemed to be fumbling around, but eventually succeeded in creating a ribbon. It looked a little different from before.
“Thank you, Rowoon.”
"No."
Is there no way to escape this ironclad mansion?
“Hmm, if I can’t go out, then I guess I’ll just have to wait until I meet the heroine... is that all I have to do?”
Even though I'm a writer, I was so focused on getting home that I neglected to gather information about my surroundings.
To begin with, the male leads, including the female protagonist, were nobles or those of similar status, while I was a commoner. Even if I had tried to gather information, the limitations would have been clear.
Besides, I'm not a meticulous person, so I didn't even specify the date or anything like that clearly...
“Sob.”
If my communication partner, Shish, were to block the information, I would be completely incompetent, just like I am now.
I often ask the gardener about various things, but his knowledge is extremely limited.
“Sob sob.”
Is that the only thing you know how to do other than getting caught by the mad minister?
And it had to be by the craziest guy of all people. Even if I had been caught by the Sword Master male protagonist, I wouldn't have been in such agony.
“Phew...”
I lay on the bed with my head in deep anguish.
Come to think of it, Shish knows that I'm a writer, but does he also know about the existence of the female protagonist?
I searched the entire library, but as expected, I couldn't find anything important.
Hmm, how do I get any information from him? For the time being, self-extrication seems out of the question.
“The bed is really soft.”
This is a bed and bedding crafted by a master craftsman, who searched the empire to find it, determined to find some way to sleep. Sleep deprivation was also a contributing factor to his sharp and irritable personality.
“Ahh...”
Since all of Shish's suffering was caused by my own hands, it wasn't easy to simply view him negatively and avoid him. In a way, it was a natural outcome.
Besides, he hasn't done anything bad to me yet.
I was lying there blankly when I heard the door open and closed my eyes without realizing it.
“Master?”
For some reason, I felt uncomfortable looking at Shish, so I pretended to be asleep.
“If you don’t wake up, I’ll put my hand here?”
“Kkiyak!”
But I opened my eyes immediately at the feeling of a hand pressing on my chest.
“I woke up. Why didn’t you take it off?”
When I screamed at the presence of the hand still inside my clothes, Shish laughed in a subdued voice.
“Yes. I’ll take it off, so don’t be angry, Master.”
A soft palm traced circles over my plump flesh before leaving. It felt like his gaze was licking me, so I couldn't meet his eyes.
Why is this crazy guy so unnecessarily sexy? Who made him like this?
Yeah, me.
“But you tied the knot again?”
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