As I was tossing and turning in my sleep, I felt warmth from the place next to me that had clearly been empty.
What, what, what! It's Yuno again?
I was about to jump out of bed, startled, when the other person grabbed me.
“Where are you going?”
“...Shish?”
“Yes, master. It’s me.”
As soon as I recognized the other person, my body was pulled in, and I settled into a familiar embrace.
“Shish.”
I felt a tender embrace and hugged his back. Wow, Shish felt safe.
From experience, I think taking off your top is safer than taking off your bottom.
“When did you come?”
“As soon as today begins.”
I can't help but say that it was a tremendous effort.
I buried my face in his firm chest and sniffed, and heard a soft laugh.
“It smells good. It smells sweet.”
“Do you like it?”
"Yes."
Come to think of it, Shish wore perfume to mask the smell of hallucinogens. He had a strong scent... but when he was out, only a faint scent was present.
Even so, it changed quite often.
A soft hand began to stroke my hair.
“Master, did you miss me?”
“Yeah, Shish. I really missed you.”
The hand stroking my hair paused for a moment, but then resumed.
“Me too, Master.”
The soft voice became muffled and murky.
“I missed you, too.”
Even in the dim dawn light, Shish looked thin.
"You're skinny, Shish."
What, what, what! It's Yuno again?
I was about to jump out of bed, startled, when the other person grabbed me.
“Where are you going?”
“...Shish?”
“Yes, master. It’s me.”
As soon as I recognized the other person, my body was pulled in, and I settled into a familiar embrace.
“Shish.”
I felt a tender embrace and hugged his back. Wow, Shish felt safe.
From experience, I think taking off your top is safer than taking off your bottom.
“When did you come?”
“As soon as today begins.”
I can't help but say that it was a tremendous effort.
I buried my face in his firm chest and sniffed, and heard a soft laugh.
“It smells good. It smells sweet.”
“Do you like it?”
"Yes."
Come to think of it, Shish wore perfume to mask the smell of hallucinogens. He had a strong scent... but when he was out, only a faint scent was present.
Even so, it changed quite often.
A soft hand began to stroke my hair.
“Master, did you miss me?”
“Yeah, Shish. I really missed you.”
The hand stroking my hair paused for a moment, but then resumed.
“Me too, Master.”
The soft voice became muffled and murky.
“I missed you, too.”
Even in the dim dawn light, Shish looked thin.
"You're skinny, Shish."
“Because my master is away, I can’t sleep and I have no appetite.”
Something got into my pajamas.
“Shish, just a moment.”
"No?"
“That won’t do.”
I shook my head, pushing away Shish's chest. But my voice was already panting. Something protruded from my palm.
“Gasp.”
The cracked voice sounded threatening.
“You’re not going to tell me not to do anything, are you?”
I grabbed the sheet in a panic. I needed to hold on to something to overcome the pleasure that was about to surge.
A soft palm stroked my thigh, moving upward. This alone made it difficult to breathe.
“Master, have you gained a little weight?”
“How do you know that?”
“How would I know?”
As I buried my face in the pillow and groaned, I heard Shish's laughter in my ears.
“It’s my master’s body, how could I not know?”
Shish knew too well how to make me cry.
Secret hand movements accompanied by a soft laugh.
As I gripped the pillow tightly with my hand, a large, soft hand intertwined with mine. Even though I was gritting his nails, he didn't seem to mind, instead rubbing the back of my hand.
“Ugh, I hate you.”
"Eeally?"
"...No."
Shish, who had been licking the corner of my eye, laughed softly.
“Well, is that okay?”
"Yes."
“You still won’t live with me?”
For a moment, I almost said no.
Seriously, I guess he's a pro at swindling people like this.
As I dug into his arms without saying a word, Shish didn't ask any further questions.
"Are you sleepy?"
"Yes..."
“Then let’s sleep more.”
It felt good to have hands caressing my back.
My pajamas were dirty and a little uncomfortable, but when I opened my eyes, they would have been changed.
As expected, when I woke up, my pajamas had changed.
I was sitting there blankly when Shish brought me some clothes.
“Wear this.”
“Did you bring any frilly clothes? I don’t like them, they’re uncomfortable.”
Shish's face immediately hardened. But soon, perhaps afraid that I might tell him not to come, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.
“Then what kind of clothes do you want to wear?”
“What I brought.”
“That damn thing, no, the one you brought from His Excellency the Knight Commander’s mansion?”
As I nodded, Shish's face hardened coldly.
“I hate it when things other than me look at you, Master. I also hate things that covet you.”
His mouth was smiling, but his crimson eyes held an emotion akin to hatred.
"I realized there are so many things in this world I can't kill. Man, I thought I was pretty capable, but I'm not, so it's kind of annoying."
He had a face that looked like he could kill someone to relieve stress, so I hugged him tightly.
“But you can’t kill anyone.”
Shishi avoided my gaze, as if he had already decided on a list of people to kill.
“Shish.”
He tilted his head slightly and did not answer.
“Shit, don’t do it. Are you going to do it even though I don’t like it?”
A thin sigh escaped between his thin lips.
The handsome man soon looked at me with a charming smile.
“Yes, master.”
"Yes?"
“Can I do it one more time?”
“Uh, yeah?”
"I think I'll feel better if I see you make such a pretty face again. Then I think I'll be able to hold back my anger."
Shish is dangerous when he's angry.
“I’m holding you tight.”
“...”
“Is this not enough?”
I hugged him tightly in my arms, afraid that he might do something bad to me.
Shish stared at me with his crimson eyes, then his red lips drew a line. Then he lowered his head toward me.
"Ah."
I made a stupid noise, and Shish, taking advantage of the gap, entered my open mouth. After a while, he pulled away and smiled brightly.
“I’ll try to endure it since the master says so.”
“Instead of trying to endure it, you should say you won’t do it.”
"Do you know who I'm going to kill? Are those people important to you, Master?"
His crimson eyes flashed dangerously, and he held back a sigh.
Who would say, “Yes! I totally agree!” when an innocent person dies?
Oh, you can do that.
"No."
“But why are you stopping me?”
“I don’t want you to have blood on your hands.”
Shish Milan, a man with dried-up emotions.
Only the extreme suffering, blood, and death of others can give Shish even the slightest sense of inspiration. He becomes accustomed to killing people to relieve his boredom, and he gradually becomes increasingly mad.
That doesn't change even if he meets the heroine.
...It’s scary how much crazier it can get from here.
Shish stared at me without blinking, and I looked back, feeling like I would lose if I avoided him.
Doesn't it sting his eyes?
Eventually, I opened my eyes wide and desperately tried not to close them, and I started to cry.
“What are you going to do with such thin arms?”
Sighing lightly, Shish easily released my arm, as if he had been patient with me until now.
Was I doing something wrong...?
Shish put his hands under my armpits, lifted me up, and sat me on his thighs.
He supported my back with one hand and wiped my eyes with the other.
“I won’t do it. I won’t kill them.”
“Promise me.”
When I held out my little finger, Shish also held out his pretty finger and walked.
Shish Milan, who never listened to the heroine's pleas not to kill people, swore to me that she would not kill people.
Suddenly, my mouth started moving on its own.
“Shish, do you like me?”
"Then."
“Don’t lie and tell me honestly why it’s good.”
Shish paused for a moment, as if trying to come up with a plausible explanation. Then he smiled brightly.
“Master, you know me too well?”
“You have to be honest because I won’t like it if you lie.”
He ran one hand through my messy hair. My body stiffened slightly as I watched him, as if he were clearing his thoughts.
“The first time I saw you, Master, was when you were cleaning out the general store... Hmm, there was no reason for it. I guess this is what they mean when they say love at first sight?”
Ah, as expected.
This is a confession to the female protagonist.
The strength in his eyes, which had been wide open as if they were about to burst out at the expected answer, disappeared.
“So I brought you here because I felt the urge to spend time with the master, hmm.”
I opened my eyes again at the following story.
“Master, you were really cute.”
Since it wasn't in the novel, I put strength into my fist.
“Especially the way you roll your eyes like a small, cornered herbivore.”
I thought I heard a strange story, but I didn't point it out.
"I liked the fact that you looked me straight in the eye, even though you seemed afraid of me. I told you not to look away, and you didn't either."
“...”
“Ah, it was also lovely how you tried to run away whenever you had the chance.”
No, this is really weird.
“You know everything about me, you know what I mean when I say things, and you pretend not to know.”
That's my mistake.
I set up your head as good, but my head is actually bad, so I don't know what's in your head.
Of course, I didn't answer wisely and just gave him a look that said yes.
“I love you even though you ran away from me.”
Shish's voice subsided.
“But you can’t run away from here any further.”
A dangerous aura flashed through the eyes staring at me.
But it was only a fleeting moment, and soon Shish smiled as if nothing had happened.
“This is profit.”
Shish, who had been carefully examining my face, tilted his head.
“You don’t like it? I told you to be honest, so I did.”
“I asked because I was curious, so what’s there to like or dislike about it?”
“Yes.”
Shish looked down at me and smiled faintly.
“It doesn’t seem like a lie, but it’s an ambiguous attitude...”
You damn ghost. You're reading my mood again.
“Ah, was my affection not enough?”
“Shish, Shish, ugh.”
My lips were agape, and I was breathing more quickly than usual.
Shish persisted, as if he wouldn't tolerate me like this. He smiled broadly at me, completely exhausted, and licked his lips.
“Ah, my master.”
Shish hugged me and whispered, his voice so sweet it melted my body.
“My, beloved master...”
A confession to me, not to the heroine.
Not confident enough to meet Shish's eyes, I buried my face in his shoulder.
If he asked me to go to his house again now, I didn't think I could refuse.
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