Titiana licked her lips and took Shish's hand, pulling it to her chest. She demanded it openly, letting him hold hers.
“Come with me, sleep, Shish.”
Shish kept a smile on his face despite the unpleasant sensation on his palm.
I thought she was trying to seduce me, but she suddenly gave me an order. Did I act too well?
“Titiana.”
"What?"
“I regret the past so much that I wonder why I didn’t come to you sooner.”
“I was wondering that too. Why didn’t you kneel before me right away, when you should have?”
Titiana lifted her chin and furrowed her brow.
“Was that woman any better?”
“That woman?”
“Retri Hayley!”
How dare you use that name?
Shish was overcome with the urge to strangle the woman, but he lowered his eyes to hide it.
“That can’t be true.”
“Then why are you here now? Huh?”
Titiana's grip on his chest tightened. Shish's lips twisted involuntarily at the sight of the disgusting mass slithering between his fingers.
“I didn’t want to give in.”
"What?"
“I have lived my whole life rationally, Titiana.”
Shish tilted his head slightly to the side, and the woman's gaze turned to his hair.
“Even when I saw that woman called God, I wanted to kill her many times.”
"...What?"
“Because when I first saw that woman, I felt possessed.”
I'm sure you've already heard this story through Tower Master, so I'll tell you honestly.
"You're the same. I've always been driven by my head, but if I suddenly feel the urge to hug and kiss someone, can you tolerate that?"
“But you should have come to me!”
Titiana grumbled, as if she couldn't respect his reason. She flailed her hand, as if she wanted to slap him, but she couldn't bring herself to slap the pathetic Shish.
Shish continued speaking, laughing to himself.
“I thought about it dozens, hundreds of times.”
Black eyes were watching him.
Even though it was the same color, it was different from the one he had left behind, so Shish was secretly surprised.
“Do I really want that woman? Am I really in love with her?”
The strength in the woman's hand that had been clutching his chest began to wane, and Shish slowly withdrew his hand. The sensation lingering in his palm still evoked discomfort.
"I couldn't come sooner because I was fighting my own doubts. But now that I see you up close, that time feels so wasted and pointless."
"Then-"
“-You know the saying that a lump of iron that has been beaten many times becomes harder?”
“Yes? Yes.”
Titian seemed completely unaware, but Shish didn't point it out.
“My heart is like that, too.”
He just whispered softly.
“The longer I’ve checked and the more I’ve thought about it, the deeper and stronger my sincerity towards you is.”
As he stared at her with fluttering eyelashes, the other person nodded.
“Yes, that could be true. You seem like the type of person who would take on that role.”
The words, "a person who takes on that kind of role," pierced Shish's heart like a dagger. Ultimately, he was unable to escape his assigned role.
“Now that you understand, sleep with me. I’ve been feeling empty here since earlier.”
Titiana lifted the slip, and Shish pretended to look with interest at a place he didn't want to see.
The pants of the man standing next to him were bulging, and he seemed anxious to take them off at any moment.
“I think you and I should get to know each other better.”
As if to cut off Titiana's angry words, Shish gestured at Yuno.
“I am different from those lowly animals.”
Yuno gritted his teeth and hugged Titiana's waist, but Shish paid no attention at all.
The man, who knew how to use his face well, smiled brightly.
“Because it tastes better if you wait to eat it.”
As he finished with a faint smile, Titiana's face flushed even brighter. She blatantly stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.
There were only men who just rushed at her, but this was the first time she had encountered this type of person, so she was very excited. The other person's words were persuasive, so Titiana hesitated.
Should I lay him down right away, or should I ask why the Crown Prince didn't come?
Taking advantage of the gap in her thoughts, Yuno rubbed himself against Titian's smooth legs.
"Titi, come with me. Yeah? I told you I don't like that guy!"
"It's not that I don't like it, Tower Master. I just wish you'd speak clearly."
“Tch.”
Despite her irritation, Yuno took off the clothes he was wearing and buried himself inside Titiana.
“Yes! More!”
Shish stared at the man and woman entangled with each other with emotionless eyes.
Just as he once did with Retri, Tower Master was harboring a meaningless obsession with Titiana Groval. He's suspected it, but seeing it with his own eyes brought relief.
If you put the two together, there will be no obstacles in carrying out the plan.
Shish left the bedroom, feigning excitement himself. Free from the pungent smell that had been lingering in the room, he felt a little more at ease.
The hallway was quiet.
It was his first time in the master's bedroom, but he often spent time in the nearby study, so he headed there.
He couldn't act rashly, not knowing if anyone was watching.
He knocked on the closed study door, and after a moment, Shish opened it.
“I’m going in.”
A strange sense of longing came over him as he saw a landscape that had not changed much since he had been here before.
The desk in the center, the crystal ball on top of it, the large window behind the wooden desk, and even the wine-colored curtains were identical.
Shish sat down on the sofa where he'd sat a couple of months ago and stared out the window. The crimson sun was slowly setting outside the study window.
"Beautiful..."
Shish, startled by the words that came out of his mouth, covered his mouth with his hand.
He closed his eyes to block out the vision, but now a figure loomed before him. This time, he kept his eyes closed, wanting to keep seeing.
What he told Titiana wasn't a complete lie.
Like the foolish Tower Master who had his eyes set on Titiana Groval, he was once helplessly captivated by Retri.
He used to constantly tell himself that he was trying to kill her when he met her...
Until then, Shish Milan had had an easy life. Except for the beatings he endured from his father as a child, and the inability to catch his mother when she ran away.
But then, the woman who suddenly appeared disrupted his chessboard. It was such a mess that it was impossible to tell what it had been like.
Should I kill her? Yes, let's kill her.
There's nothing to be gained from this woman, so let's twist that thin neck.
- Shish!
He made up his mind to grab the woman's neck, but he was startled by the echoing voice and repeatedly pulled his hand away.
- Shish, Shish. Shish.
He's been called by his name most often since he was born.
Embrace.
That woman is like a machine, just saying his given name.
But when his name was called, he felt like he was just another person, not a prime minister or a Duke.
“Shish Milan...”
There were usually two types of people who dealt with Shish.
Those who want to gain something by looking good to him are the true power in the empire.
Or women who want to sleep with him.
In addition, anyone who goes against him is killed, so it's as good as not existing.
Shish's criteria for dividing people were simple.
Those who entertain him and those who don't.
Retri Extra was an electron, so he was spared even though it shook his reason.
He watched her relentlessly, tested her, and tried to gauge her reactions, but she managed to evade him with remarkable skill. However, she had many flaws, so if he were to stab her with a sharp dagger, there would be plenty of places he could stab her.
His reason whispered that he had to kill her, even if it meant forcibly.
But his emotions told him to let it live a little longer because it was fun.
Yeah, feelings.
When emotions outweigh reason, he should have killed them.
- I hate it when you make that face.
He doesn't know the exact time, but he thinks it was after he saw her guilt through her hard mask.
The desire to kill the woman subsided, and something else took its place.
If she revealed her past, everyone would sympathize, but this woman alone showed a different emotion. Intrigued, Shishi decided to keep her alive, and at the time, he thought it was the "otherness" that was the fun.
- Shish, you need to eat well and sleep well.
The day he lost Retri to that damned Knight Commander, the palm of the woman who touched him for the first time was soft and warm.
The touch of the woman who always tried to run away from him was so captivating that he forgot his surroundings, and he thought he realized it around that time.
That this feeling is not just a simple interest.
He should have killed her then.
But he couldn't do it, and in the end, he ended up being the one who died.
- It doesn't matter to me that you're a villain. It matters that you're Shish Milan.
Still, he wonders if she recognized himas a human being, even if it was just a little.
As Shish slowly opened his eyes, a deep crimson color engulfed the sea. A deathly light, the same color as his own blood-red hair and eyes.
The man got up from his seat and walked to the window, feeling the glass with his graceful fingers, and his white gloves also turned red.
Before he knew it, he was already struggling in the vast ocean.
The emotions piled up layer by layer created a solid layer, which soon became a huge mountain with no end in sight.
When he realized it, it was love.
Love, it was.
Shish Milan closed his eyes again.
“Come with me, sleep, Shish.”
Shish kept a smile on his face despite the unpleasant sensation on his palm.
I thought she was trying to seduce me, but she suddenly gave me an order. Did I act too well?
“Titiana.”
"What?"
“I regret the past so much that I wonder why I didn’t come to you sooner.”
“I was wondering that too. Why didn’t you kneel before me right away, when you should have?”
Titiana lifted her chin and furrowed her brow.
“Was that woman any better?”
“That woman?”
“Retri Hayley!”
How dare you use that name?
Shish was overcome with the urge to strangle the woman, but he lowered his eyes to hide it.
“That can’t be true.”
“Then why are you here now? Huh?”
Titiana's grip on his chest tightened. Shish's lips twisted involuntarily at the sight of the disgusting mass slithering between his fingers.
“I didn’t want to give in.”
"What?"
“I have lived my whole life rationally, Titiana.”
Shish tilted his head slightly to the side, and the woman's gaze turned to his hair.
“Even when I saw that woman called God, I wanted to kill her many times.”
"...What?"
“Because when I first saw that woman, I felt possessed.”
I'm sure you've already heard this story through Tower Master, so I'll tell you honestly.
"You're the same. I've always been driven by my head, but if I suddenly feel the urge to hug and kiss someone, can you tolerate that?"
“But you should have come to me!”
Titiana grumbled, as if she couldn't respect his reason. She flailed her hand, as if she wanted to slap him, but she couldn't bring herself to slap the pathetic Shish.
Shish continued speaking, laughing to himself.
“I thought about it dozens, hundreds of times.”
Black eyes were watching him.
Even though it was the same color, it was different from the one he had left behind, so Shish was secretly surprised.
“Do I really want that woman? Am I really in love with her?”
The strength in the woman's hand that had been clutching his chest began to wane, and Shish slowly withdrew his hand. The sensation lingering in his palm still evoked discomfort.
"I couldn't come sooner because I was fighting my own doubts. But now that I see you up close, that time feels so wasted and pointless."
"Then-"
“-You know the saying that a lump of iron that has been beaten many times becomes harder?”
“Yes? Yes.”
Titian seemed completely unaware, but Shish didn't point it out.
“My heart is like that, too.”
He just whispered softly.
“The longer I’ve checked and the more I’ve thought about it, the deeper and stronger my sincerity towards you is.”
As he stared at her with fluttering eyelashes, the other person nodded.
“Yes, that could be true. You seem like the type of person who would take on that role.”
The words, "a person who takes on that kind of role," pierced Shish's heart like a dagger. Ultimately, he was unable to escape his assigned role.
“Now that you understand, sleep with me. I’ve been feeling empty here since earlier.”
Titiana lifted the slip, and Shish pretended to look with interest at a place he didn't want to see.
The pants of the man standing next to him were bulging, and he seemed anxious to take them off at any moment.
“I think you and I should get to know each other better.”
As if to cut off Titiana's angry words, Shish gestured at Yuno.
“I am different from those lowly animals.”
Yuno gritted his teeth and hugged Titiana's waist, but Shish paid no attention at all.
The man, who knew how to use his face well, smiled brightly.
“Because it tastes better if you wait to eat it.”
As he finished with a faint smile, Titiana's face flushed even brighter. She blatantly stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.
There were only men who just rushed at her, but this was the first time she had encountered this type of person, so she was very excited. The other person's words were persuasive, so Titiana hesitated.
Should I lay him down right away, or should I ask why the Crown Prince didn't come?
Taking advantage of the gap in her thoughts, Yuno rubbed himself against Titian's smooth legs.
"Titi, come with me. Yeah? I told you I don't like that guy!"
"It's not that I don't like it, Tower Master. I just wish you'd speak clearly."
“Tch.”
Despite her irritation, Yuno took off the clothes he was wearing and buried himself inside Titiana.
“Yes! More!”
Shish stared at the man and woman entangled with each other with emotionless eyes.
Just as he once did with Retri, Tower Master was harboring a meaningless obsession with Titiana Groval. He's suspected it, but seeing it with his own eyes brought relief.
If you put the two together, there will be no obstacles in carrying out the plan.
Shish left the bedroom, feigning excitement himself. Free from the pungent smell that had been lingering in the room, he felt a little more at ease.
The hallway was quiet.
It was his first time in the master's bedroom, but he often spent time in the nearby study, so he headed there.
He couldn't act rashly, not knowing if anyone was watching.
He knocked on the closed study door, and after a moment, Shish opened it.
“I’m going in.”
A strange sense of longing came over him as he saw a landscape that had not changed much since he had been here before.
The desk in the center, the crystal ball on top of it, the large window behind the wooden desk, and even the wine-colored curtains were identical.
Shish sat down on the sofa where he'd sat a couple of months ago and stared out the window. The crimson sun was slowly setting outside the study window.
"Beautiful..."
Shish, startled by the words that came out of his mouth, covered his mouth with his hand.
He closed his eyes to block out the vision, but now a figure loomed before him. This time, he kept his eyes closed, wanting to keep seeing.
What he told Titiana wasn't a complete lie.
Like the foolish Tower Master who had his eyes set on Titiana Groval, he was once helplessly captivated by Retri.
He used to constantly tell himself that he was trying to kill her when he met her...
Until then, Shish Milan had had an easy life. Except for the beatings he endured from his father as a child, and the inability to catch his mother when she ran away.
But then, the woman who suddenly appeared disrupted his chessboard. It was such a mess that it was impossible to tell what it had been like.
Should I kill her? Yes, let's kill her.
There's nothing to be gained from this woman, so let's twist that thin neck.
- Shish!
He made up his mind to grab the woman's neck, but he was startled by the echoing voice and repeatedly pulled his hand away.
- Shish, Shish. Shish.
He's been called by his name most often since he was born.
Embrace.
That woman is like a machine, just saying his given name.
But when his name was called, he felt like he was just another person, not a prime minister or a Duke.
“Shish Milan...”
There were usually two types of people who dealt with Shish.
Those who want to gain something by looking good to him are the true power in the empire.
Or women who want to sleep with him.
In addition, anyone who goes against him is killed, so it's as good as not existing.
Shish's criteria for dividing people were simple.
Those who entertain him and those who don't.
Retri Extra was an electron, so he was spared even though it shook his reason.
He watched her relentlessly, tested her, and tried to gauge her reactions, but she managed to evade him with remarkable skill. However, she had many flaws, so if he were to stab her with a sharp dagger, there would be plenty of places he could stab her.
His reason whispered that he had to kill her, even if it meant forcibly.
But his emotions told him to let it live a little longer because it was fun.
Yeah, feelings.
When emotions outweigh reason, he should have killed them.
- I hate it when you make that face.
He doesn't know the exact time, but he thinks it was after he saw her guilt through her hard mask.
The desire to kill the woman subsided, and something else took its place.
If she revealed her past, everyone would sympathize, but this woman alone showed a different emotion. Intrigued, Shishi decided to keep her alive, and at the time, he thought it was the "otherness" that was the fun.
- Shish, you need to eat well and sleep well.
The day he lost Retri to that damned Knight Commander, the palm of the woman who touched him for the first time was soft and warm.
The touch of the woman who always tried to run away from him was so captivating that he forgot his surroundings, and he thought he realized it around that time.
That this feeling is not just a simple interest.
He should have killed her then.
But he couldn't do it, and in the end, he ended up being the one who died.
- It doesn't matter to me that you're a villain. It matters that you're Shish Milan.
Still, he wonders if she recognized himas a human being, even if it was just a little.
As Shish slowly opened his eyes, a deep crimson color engulfed the sea. A deathly light, the same color as his own blood-red hair and eyes.
The man got up from his seat and walked to the window, feeling the glass with his graceful fingers, and his white gloves also turned red.
Before he knew it, he was already struggling in the vast ocean.
The emotions piled up layer by layer created a solid layer, which soon became a huge mountain with no end in sight.
When he realized it, it was love.
Love, it was.
Shish Milan closed his eyes again.
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