"Ugh."
My eyes shot open, and I jumped up. My body trembled.
Even in my dreams, the searing face was clearly someone I knew, but I was seeing it with a new expression. And it was as if he knew the story I had written...
Am I mistaken?
Is this a dream or reality?
“What’s the matter, master?”
The sleepy Shish sat up and asked. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and licked my neck with his tongue.
“Oh, you’re shaking.”
The hand on my shoulder slowly moved down my back.
“Your clothes are wet too. Why are you sweating so much?”
Shishi carefully picked me up and got out of bed.
“I’ll give you a shower.”
I nodded without even knowing what the other person was saying.
The novel I wrote, “Let’s Live Together.”
There is a door in the world of the novel.
It is an entrance and exit to another world, and you can come here from another world or go to another world from here.
The place I was trying to make money was not described in detail in the book, but it was a door I knew.
A dragon-guarded gate located at the so-called 'end of the world'.
But there were other doors besides the one I knew.
This is the very spot on the cliff where the novel's male protagonists summoned me. That strange stone statue, placed there, must have been a door.
Of course, knowing where the door is doesn't mean you can move between worlds.
“I think you’ll catch a cold if you shower. I’ll dry you with a towel. Can you sit here?”
"Yes."
I gave a vague answer to what someone said.
The only way the heroine could travel to another world was because she was a 'dimensional traveler'.
There is a condition for going to another world, and that is 'having something related to the place you want to go to.'
It could be an object, or it could be something abstract.
In my case, even if my appearance has changed and become something of this world, my soul is definitely of this world, so I can return to my world.
The female protagonist is similar.
However, these cases are extremely rare, and usually the medium is an object.
A prime example is the book I wrote, which I don't even know why it's here.
I have written two books.
One is "Let's Live Together", and the other is "The Life of Retri Extra".
According to Yuno, the former was partially lost, but it was destroyed while being used as a medium to summon me.
The male protagonists read the book and realized that this was a novel, and they made a plan to summon me.
What the senior saw was the former. He checked the latter part of "Let's Live Together," which probably wasn't there.
The senior's attitude seemed as if he knew the story. The latter part of the book on this side was missing, and what the senior confirmed was the missing part.
I was so busy thinking about going home that I didn't even consider it.
The male protagonists called me here, and if I could come here again, on the contrary...
“Master.”
What bothers me is the latter book, where the latter part is missing.
It was a medium, a key, that could lead from here to my world. The paper and ink might be from here, but the content was from my world.
Because I have recorded my actions before I became known as Retri Extra.
The door and the key were here, in the capital, and the male protagonists knew of their existence.
No one remembers the Crown Prince now, but if that were the case, the Crown Prince had moved away from where he should have been...
“Master?”
My hands were shaking. I was confused, not sure what to do, and not sure what to do.
“Master!”
“Uh, yeah?”
Shish, who was wiping my body with a towel, asked in a worried tone.
“Are you cold? Why are you shivering like this?”
“Shish.”
I grabbed the other person's arm and pulled him towards me. The warmth it sent was so captivating that I felt it with my hand.
What should I do?
I thought I could save up some money and go home, but I got caught by the male protagonists.
They even read the original and know I'm the author. And they treat me like I'm the heroine.
This world is no longer the world I know.
No, is this really the inside of a book?
“Why are you shaking like this? Huh?”
My breathing gradually calmed down with the gentle caressing touch and the small kisses tickling my neck.
“Still cold?”
"Yes..."
As I dug into his arms, Shish laughed softly.
“Master, you really have a natural talent for torture.”
"Yes?"
“Don’t you know what condition you’re in?”
Shish had a wet towel in one hand and my body...
"Ugh!"
“Now you just need to change into your pajamas.”
Shish made me sit down in the bathtub again and covered my spotless body with a new nightgown.
“Uh, uh, when?”
“I said I’d wash it for you earlier. Master said you understood.”
“Did I do that?”
“Yeah. But I said I’d wipe it with a towel in the middle.”
...When did he ever wipe me with a towel?
My body is indeed clean, as the sticky feeling is gone.
“Shish, you’re so good.”
No matter how much I was thinking about it, does it make sense to wipe my body so lightly that I wouldn't even notice it?
Isn't this some kind of assassin skill?
“I'm so skilled, you don’t like it?”
Shishi looked at me intently and asked.
“You don’t like it? Yes?”
The man, his eyebrows slightly lowered and his voice low, asked the question, and it was overly seductive. My mouth burned.
“It was my master who made me like this.”
Shish, kneeling, entered between my legs. Two familiar hands ran up the outside of my thighs.
“What should I do if my master says no...”
The man's eyes, looking up at me, were filled with pleading and longing. I chose my words carefully, fearing that if I pushed him away, he would be immediately hurt.
“It’s not that I hate it.”
“It’s not that you don’t like it?”
“I was just a little surprised.”
“Are you surprised?”
“Yeah. I wonder if I was thinking that deeply, and Shish’s hand.”
I felt my face getting hot.
“Because it’s soft.”
“You don’t like soft things?”
"Good."
The answer came faster than intended, and the voice came out louder.
"Yes."
Shish smiled and hugged me, and took me out of the bathroom.
The man gently lay me down on the bed, spread my legs apart, and positioned himself between them. He then bent down and brushed his lips against my neck.
“Shish, Shish. Right now? Here?”
“Easy.”
A warm hand entered my fluffy pajamas and gently caressed me.
Dietrich and Yuno's touches are rough and hasty, and I feel like they are touching me for their own desires.
But Shish was a little troubled.
It's an embarrassing position, but I find his touch surprisingly pleasing. A caress just for me.
So, the temptation to stay here keeps enveloping me.
Because Shish Milan is not that kind of person.
Like other people, he is a person who is busy satisfying his own greed.
But even though he made me feel guilty, he didn't even try to use my emotions and was busy checking my complexion.
“Shish, Shish. If they wake up.”
“They won't wake up.”
“How do you know?”
“They are authors who don’t even know that I’m poisoning them.”
Shish let out a laugh that was neither contempt nor mockery, and now he was teasing my collarbone.
The hands stroking my waist and back were still gentle, yet strangely arousing. When his lips passed my stomach, I covered my mouth.
Now I know I wasn't even wearing underwear.
I was becoming more and more confused.
After a while, Shish got up, licked my lips with his tongue, and put on my underwear.
“Are you feeling a little better?”
"Yes..."
The man, his face flushed red, picked me up and walked around the window.
Through the wide glass window, I saw the sea and moon I'd once gazed upon alone. That utterly desolate sight, now shared with someone, became profoundly beautiful.
I miss you.
Mom, Dad, and even my younger sibling.
Naturally, I assumed I'd be back soon, so I put my worries aside. But the expected time has passed, and I'm left wondering what will happen next.
I nuzzled Shish's neck, feeling like I was on the verge of tears. A sweet, now familiar scent filled my nostrils.
After taking a few deep breaths, my tears dried and I raised my head again.
“Shish, are you only using this perfume from now on?”
"Yes?"
“You used to change your perfume often, didn’t you? When I was at the Duke’s residence.”
When I first encountered Shishi, it had a bitter, strong, unidentifiable scent. But at some point, the scent began to fade. It also changed frequently.
"Ah."
Shish smiled and nodded.
“Why? Do you like this smell?”
If you liked this scent, you would have used it a long time ago, so I wondered why you were only using it now.
“It’s not really my taste... Well, why is that?”
Shish squinted his eyes. His crimson eyes shone sweetly in the pale light of dawn.
“What is it?”
His red lips drew a curve, but they wouldn't open easily. After I took a few deep breaths, a teasing voice emerged from between her thin lips.
“Master, you are so dull. Really dull.”
“Why is that story suddenly coming up?”
I poked Shish's cheek with my finger.
“I keep using it because it’s the scent my master likes.”
“Now you understand,” he added, smiling brightly, which made me feel a little embarrassed.
I messed up his red hair for no reason.
If Shish had asked me to have a relationship with him now...
I wouldn't have been able to refuse.
I rested my head on his shoulder, relieved that my true feelings had not been revealed.
My eyes shot open, and I jumped up. My body trembled.
Even in my dreams, the searing face was clearly someone I knew, but I was seeing it with a new expression. And it was as if he knew the story I had written...
Am I mistaken?
Is this a dream or reality?
“What’s the matter, master?”
The sleepy Shish sat up and asked. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and licked my neck with his tongue.
“Oh, you’re shaking.”
The hand on my shoulder slowly moved down my back.
“Your clothes are wet too. Why are you sweating so much?”
Shishi carefully picked me up and got out of bed.
“I’ll give you a shower.”
I nodded without even knowing what the other person was saying.
The novel I wrote, “Let’s Live Together.”
There is a door in the world of the novel.
It is an entrance and exit to another world, and you can come here from another world or go to another world from here.
The place I was trying to make money was not described in detail in the book, but it was a door I knew.
A dragon-guarded gate located at the so-called 'end of the world'.
But there were other doors besides the one I knew.
This is the very spot on the cliff where the novel's male protagonists summoned me. That strange stone statue, placed there, must have been a door.
Of course, knowing where the door is doesn't mean you can move between worlds.
“I think you’ll catch a cold if you shower. I’ll dry you with a towel. Can you sit here?”
"Yes."
I gave a vague answer to what someone said.
The only way the heroine could travel to another world was because she was a 'dimensional traveler'.
There is a condition for going to another world, and that is 'having something related to the place you want to go to.'
It could be an object, or it could be something abstract.
In my case, even if my appearance has changed and become something of this world, my soul is definitely of this world, so I can return to my world.
The female protagonist is similar.
However, these cases are extremely rare, and usually the medium is an object.
A prime example is the book I wrote, which I don't even know why it's here.
I have written two books.
One is "Let's Live Together", and the other is "The Life of Retri Extra".
According to Yuno, the former was partially lost, but it was destroyed while being used as a medium to summon me.
The male protagonists read the book and realized that this was a novel, and they made a plan to summon me.
What the senior saw was the former. He checked the latter part of "Let's Live Together," which probably wasn't there.
The senior's attitude seemed as if he knew the story. The latter part of the book on this side was missing, and what the senior confirmed was the missing part.
I was so busy thinking about going home that I didn't even consider it.
The male protagonists called me here, and if I could come here again, on the contrary...
“Master.”
What bothers me is the latter book, where the latter part is missing.
It was a medium, a key, that could lead from here to my world. The paper and ink might be from here, but the content was from my world.
Because I have recorded my actions before I became known as Retri Extra.
The door and the key were here, in the capital, and the male protagonists knew of their existence.
No one remembers the Crown Prince now, but if that were the case, the Crown Prince had moved away from where he should have been...
“Master?”
My hands were shaking. I was confused, not sure what to do, and not sure what to do.
“Master!”
“Uh, yeah?”
Shish, who was wiping my body with a towel, asked in a worried tone.
“Are you cold? Why are you shivering like this?”
“Shish.”
I grabbed the other person's arm and pulled him towards me. The warmth it sent was so captivating that I felt it with my hand.
What should I do?
I thought I could save up some money and go home, but I got caught by the male protagonists.
They even read the original and know I'm the author. And they treat me like I'm the heroine.
This world is no longer the world I know.
No, is this really the inside of a book?
“Why are you shaking like this? Huh?”
My breathing gradually calmed down with the gentle caressing touch and the small kisses tickling my neck.
“Still cold?”
"Yes..."
As I dug into his arms, Shish laughed softly.
“Master, you really have a natural talent for torture.”
"Yes?"
“Don’t you know what condition you’re in?”
Shish had a wet towel in one hand and my body...
"Ugh!"
“Now you just need to change into your pajamas.”
Shish made me sit down in the bathtub again and covered my spotless body with a new nightgown.
“Uh, uh, when?”
“I said I’d wash it for you earlier. Master said you understood.”
“Did I do that?”
“Yeah. But I said I’d wipe it with a towel in the middle.”
...When did he ever wipe me with a towel?
My body is indeed clean, as the sticky feeling is gone.
“Shish, you’re so good.”
No matter how much I was thinking about it, does it make sense to wipe my body so lightly that I wouldn't even notice it?
Isn't this some kind of assassin skill?
“I'm so skilled, you don’t like it?”
Shishi looked at me intently and asked.
“You don’t like it? Yes?”
The man, his eyebrows slightly lowered and his voice low, asked the question, and it was overly seductive. My mouth burned.
“It was my master who made me like this.”
Shish, kneeling, entered between my legs. Two familiar hands ran up the outside of my thighs.
“What should I do if my master says no...”
The man's eyes, looking up at me, were filled with pleading and longing. I chose my words carefully, fearing that if I pushed him away, he would be immediately hurt.
“It’s not that I hate it.”
“It’s not that you don’t like it?”
“I was just a little surprised.”
“Are you surprised?”
“Yeah. I wonder if I was thinking that deeply, and Shish’s hand.”
I felt my face getting hot.
“Because it’s soft.”
“You don’t like soft things?”
"Good."
The answer came faster than intended, and the voice came out louder.
"Yes."
Shish smiled and hugged me, and took me out of the bathroom.
The man gently lay me down on the bed, spread my legs apart, and positioned himself between them. He then bent down and brushed his lips against my neck.
“Shish, Shish. Right now? Here?”
“Easy.”
A warm hand entered my fluffy pajamas and gently caressed me.
Dietrich and Yuno's touches are rough and hasty, and I feel like they are touching me for their own desires.
But Shish was a little troubled.
It's an embarrassing position, but I find his touch surprisingly pleasing. A caress just for me.
So, the temptation to stay here keeps enveloping me.
Because Shish Milan is not that kind of person.
Like other people, he is a person who is busy satisfying his own greed.
But even though he made me feel guilty, he didn't even try to use my emotions and was busy checking my complexion.
“Shish, Shish. If they wake up.”
“They won't wake up.”
“How do you know?”
“They are authors who don’t even know that I’m poisoning them.”
Shish let out a laugh that was neither contempt nor mockery, and now he was teasing my collarbone.
The hands stroking my waist and back were still gentle, yet strangely arousing. When his lips passed my stomach, I covered my mouth.
Now I know I wasn't even wearing underwear.
I was becoming more and more confused.
After a while, Shish got up, licked my lips with his tongue, and put on my underwear.
“Are you feeling a little better?”
"Yes..."
The man, his face flushed red, picked me up and walked around the window.
Through the wide glass window, I saw the sea and moon I'd once gazed upon alone. That utterly desolate sight, now shared with someone, became profoundly beautiful.
I miss you.
Mom, Dad, and even my younger sibling.
Naturally, I assumed I'd be back soon, so I put my worries aside. But the expected time has passed, and I'm left wondering what will happen next.
I nuzzled Shish's neck, feeling like I was on the verge of tears. A sweet, now familiar scent filled my nostrils.
After taking a few deep breaths, my tears dried and I raised my head again.
“Shish, are you only using this perfume from now on?”
"Yes?"
“You used to change your perfume often, didn’t you? When I was at the Duke’s residence.”
When I first encountered Shishi, it had a bitter, strong, unidentifiable scent. But at some point, the scent began to fade. It also changed frequently.
"Ah."
Shish smiled and nodded.
“Why? Do you like this smell?”
If you liked this scent, you would have used it a long time ago, so I wondered why you were only using it now.
“It’s not really my taste... Well, why is that?”
Shish squinted his eyes. His crimson eyes shone sweetly in the pale light of dawn.
“What is it?”
His red lips drew a curve, but they wouldn't open easily. After I took a few deep breaths, a teasing voice emerged from between her thin lips.
“Master, you are so dull. Really dull.”
“Why is that story suddenly coming up?”
I poked Shish's cheek with my finger.
“I keep using it because it’s the scent my master likes.”
“Now you understand,” he added, smiling brightly, which made me feel a little embarrassed.
I messed up his red hair for no reason.
If Shish had asked me to have a relationship with him now...
I wouldn't have been able to refuse.
I rested my head on his shoulder, relieved that my true feelings had not been revealed.
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