Nike Valencier is currently facing the biggest challenge of his entire 20-year life.
Honestly, the numerous misunderstandings he has experienced so far were hardly obstacles.
The misunderstanding he received from his brother, who didn't know the situation, the misunderstanding he received from his sister-in-law as soon as he entered the palace with Vania...
And when it was discovered that someone had entered the Prince's palace today, the misunderstanding that had spread throughout the Knights was also at a level that could be fully handled and resolved.
However, there is a problem that cannot be solved.
That is Vania.
To be precise, starting today, Vania is able to cross over to each other's rooms at any time, with the couple's bedroom in between.
More precisely, the beast within him that has realized it is now within reach just by reaching out. Another Nike Valencier.
So... it can’t be helped.
8 PM.
Nike, having finished the Knights' training that had been unnecessarily extended late, crept back to his room.
So that Vania doesn't know.
When he opened the door, he saw the interior of the room, which the servants had neatly organized.
And far away.
The side door connected to the master bedroom.
'I'm sorry. I really couldn't help it.'
Nike, apologizing inwardly, approached the side door cautiously, standing on tiptoes even though no footsteps would be heard.
This man learned for the first time in 20 years of his life.
What did he know?
Therefore...
The fact that he was a person with extremely strong sexual desires.
Honestly, it was unbelievable.
It wasn't that he deliberately restrained himself, but it was a life where he had never felt a strong desire for anything.
What do you want to have? What do you want to eat? What do you want to wear?
There wasn't really anything in particular. The same went for his interest in the opposite sex. So, he just lived thinking that he was naturally a bland person.
But it wasn't.
From the day he first held hands with Vania, he was like, 'Huh?'
The day she clung to him, startled by a bug on jer shoulder. 'Uh, something's off?' his suspicions intensified.
That has now become a certainty.
When God created him, He must have poured all the desires castrated from the other side into sexual desire.
That was the reason.
The reason for trying to lock this door right now is.
He wishes Vania would avoid him, but she doesn't seem to have any intention of doing so.
This is because the conclusion was reached that there is no solution other than forced blocking.
Nike locked the side door.
Click.
...and this turned out to be a huge bad move.
After a long journey, I finally signed the seal and firmly claimed my man's name—a heart-pounding, newlywed life!
That first day...!
"Isn't that going too far?!"
...we have been fighting as a couple.
"It’s just a habit of mine to lock the door."
"You are telling such half-hearted lies."
"It's true."
I was treated like a pervert from the very first day I entered the Prince's Palace.
I didn't do anything.
“If locking the door is a habit, why did you close only one? You should have closed both.”
“...”
Nike, having run out of things to say, closed his mouth.
Our room layout was simple.
Nike's Room / Couple's Bedroom / My Room
And in each room, there is a side door leading to the couple's bedroom.
It goes without saying, but only each other can enter and exit through the side door.
Therefore, locking that door means blocking just one person.
It's me.
I thought the Prince hadn't arrived yet.
Late at night.
Nike, who has not yet returned home.
While looking around the couple's bedroom, I tried opening the side door toward Nike's room, but I was puzzled to find it locked.
Who locked it?
Nike hadn't arrived yet and was scheduled to enter the Imperial Palace for the first time only after finishing his external schedule today.
If you’ve come home, of course, you should say hello and say, 'I’m home.'
"I thought you were asleep."
"Is it only eight o'clock?"
“...”
"I heard you came in at that time?"
“...”
Even though it was strange that the side door was locked, I just accepted it and went outside.
I thought I’d look around the palace a bit more since I couldn't finish seeing it during the day.
However, a chilling hunch that somehow gripped the back of my neck.
I was passing by the hallway in front of Nike's room and opened the door just in case.
It opened.
And I came face to face with Nike, who had washed up and was sitting on the bed drying his hair, with surprised eyes.
So, this is the situation again.
“You mean you didn’t even greet me when you arrived, secretly locked the door, and are holding your breath in your room? Because of me? You mean you're going to such lengths just to avoid me?”
"Why am I avoiding you again?"
“If this isn’t avoiding it, then whatmm.”
I feel a bit wronged and sad about this.
It would be different if I had fought back or something, but I didn't do anything and just quietly waited for my husband to come home.
Nike, who had been staring blankly at me on the day I involuntarily pouted because my nose suddenly stung.
"Ha."
He turned his head sharply and spoke.
"And why are you so barely dressed?"
...That's ridiculous.
“What do you mean, ‘barely dressed’? It’s just a dress I wear as pajamas. I have to go to bed soon, so do you think I should be all dressed up?”
“...”
This man keeps his mouth shut when things get unfavorable.
I feel like I'm going to go crazy from frustration.
"Yes, I understand. Do as you please."
I turned around to leave. Nike immediately grabbed me.
"Sorry for locking the door."
"You didn't want to see my face, right?"
"Huh."
"Understood. Please let go."
I tried to shake off Nike's arm to leave again, but he wouldn't let go.
"It’s not that I don’t want to see you, but that I’m afraid I might do something bad if I see you."
“I understand what you’re saying, but why is that a bad thing? If that’s a bad thing, should all lovers and married couples go to jail?”
"That's not it. Listen."
Nike grabbed my shoulder and said.
"It’s been 65 days since we decided to be lovers and held hands, and 6 days since we kissed, you know?"
...Oh my god.
I got goosebumps.
It is because it is exactly the same line he said before the regression.
“Vania, it’s been 92 days since we kissed.”
"Why on earth are you counting that?"
I was curious, and he said...
“It’s embarrassing to say, but to be honest, I think I have a very strong sex drive.”
“...”
"So, if I don't set standards, I might act too hastily—I mean, rudely toward you."
Yes. He is saying this just as he did before the regression, without changing a single word.
A consistent man...
Of course, back when I knew nothing before the regression, I was moved by his words and told him to do as he pleased.
But what about now?
“Your Highness, you know I remember everything, right?”
"Yes."
"And you know that we've become a married couple this time, right?"
"...Yes."
“But by your standards, it has only been six days since we kissed. If we do anything more, you feel like you’ll feel guilty... I completely understand how you feel.”
Nike was surprised by my generous words.
"Thank you for understanding."
"Yes. So, I will give you two options. Please make sure to choose one of the two."
"What?"
As if sensing an ominous atmosphere, Nike immediately shook her head.
"I don't want to."
“No. You have to choose.”
“...First, let me listen to it.”
“Number 1, I won’t bother the Prince first, so I will quietly just hold your hand and sleep.”
“...”
“We were even given a separate palace for the two of us to stay in, so if we use separate rooms until we meet the Prince’s standards, rumors will surely spread. People come to clean the rooms every morning.”
“...”
"Um... even if we don't do anything naughty, wouldn't it be good to let them know that we occasionally sleep together amicably?"
Of course, if you choose number 1, it will induce you to do bad things.
Nike, who had been agonizing over the explanation, ran his dry lips once and asked.
“...What’s number 2?”
I reached out my hand.
“Getting your memories back!”
If he get his memories back from before the regression, he won't have anything to hesitate about anymore!
Nike closed his eyes tightly.
It seems like he doesn't want to choose either of them.
Seeing him agonizing desperately to avoid becoming a beast in any way, he is truly a man of great chivalry.
“Instead, if you choose number 2, I’ll give you a benefit. You don’t have to get all the memories back. Just a little bit!”
“Just a little bit... how far?”
“I won’t ask for much. A little less than a year since we started dating? Hmm, by my nineteenth birthday!”
“...”
Nike blinked.
Then, soon after, he looked at me with eyes wide as if they had been struck by an earthquake and asked.
“What happened on your nineteenth birthday?”
...Sigh. You’re sharp.
I don't really remember that either.
I immediately denied it and urged them on.
“Please choose quickly. Quickly.”
“I really have to choose...”
“Yes! Definitely! Quickly!”
“...”
Phew.
Nike chose number 1.
It seemed he had decided to trust his own mental strength.
Couple's bedroom.
We are sitting side by side, leaning against the headboard of the bed, holding each other's hands tightly below.
It was truly a wholesome first night.
I looked at Nike's profile, who was gritting his teeth and keeping his gaze fixed straight ahead as if trying not to look at me.
He is truly a terrible man...
I gently leaned on his shoulder.
However.
I heard a small whisper and paused.
'What?'
Nike's lips are rapidly reciting something.
"...1-8, Amin Jurgens, 1-9, Christoph Monaghan, 1-10, Til Berkel, 1-11..."
'Wow.'
Presumably, he is memorizing the list of the Imperial Knights. It seems like an action to shake off distracting thoughts. He is a truly tenacious man.
...Isn't it strong?
It seemed like it would be difficult to win.
I immediately lost my will to fight.
“Sorry, I’m just going to go to my room to sleep. You get some good sleep, too.”
I spoke politely and loosened my grip on his hand.
Let's stop here, for the sake of humanity. It wouldn't be right to torment someone who is already exhausted.
At this rate, I’ll be rattling off my man, all the way up to the 10th Knight Order, and then I’ll be wide awake watching the sun.
“...?”
But the moment I was about to let go.
Nike held on tight.
I turn around. Our eyes met.
What is it? I'm thinking.
Nike approached me in an instant and kissed me.
...What on earth could it be?
This unpredictable man.
He started to push me relentlessly, leaving me no time to breathe. On the bed, perhaps because we were only wearing a single layer of clothing, my body felt dozens of times hotter than the previous kiss.
The distinct sound of wet lips meeting. It was stimulating. Nike, who had been stirring inside until breathless, gently pulled his lips away.
"Ha..."
The man, rubbing our foreheads together, stared at me from right in front of my face with burning eyes. Allowing me just one breath, he swallowed my lips again.
This time, it was rougher and hotter. So much so that it was difficult to keep up with the speed at which he ripped through with greed.
I clung to Nike, gripping his collar tightly.
At that moment, his right hand, which was gripping my shoulder, moved while trembling slightly.
A hand slowly, slowly moving forward.
A hot palm covered my chest. The sensation of a large hand gently gripping me made my toes curl involuntarily.
I think I really can't stop this now...
Nike's hand fell.
Even the lips that were frantically pressing against me.
“...?”
At a close distance where the intense heat was still lingering, I saw Nike's face.
Unfocused eyes. A furrowed brow. Clearly looking at me, but a completely empty vision due to the lack of focus.
I flinched, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
It was like this even before the regression. The day his hand rose up bravely, just like today.
'Surely not again...?'
The moment you think, "Surely not," without fail.
"Ah."
As he shook his head with his eyes glazed over as if dizzy, a stream of blood flowed from his nose.
Honestly, the numerous misunderstandings he has experienced so far were hardly obstacles.
The misunderstanding he received from his brother, who didn't know the situation, the misunderstanding he received from his sister-in-law as soon as he entered the palace with Vania...
And when it was discovered that someone had entered the Prince's palace today, the misunderstanding that had spread throughout the Knights was also at a level that could be fully handled and resolved.
However, there is a problem that cannot be solved.
That is Vania.
To be precise, starting today, Vania is able to cross over to each other's rooms at any time, with the couple's bedroom in between.
More precisely, the beast within him that has realized it is now within reach just by reaching out. Another Nike Valencier.
So... it can’t be helped.
8 PM.
Nike, having finished the Knights' training that had been unnecessarily extended late, crept back to his room.
So that Vania doesn't know.
When he opened the door, he saw the interior of the room, which the servants had neatly organized.
And far away.
The side door connected to the master bedroom.
'I'm sorry. I really couldn't help it.'
Nike, apologizing inwardly, approached the side door cautiously, standing on tiptoes even though no footsteps would be heard.
This man learned for the first time in 20 years of his life.
What did he know?
Therefore...
The fact that he was a person with extremely strong sexual desires.
Honestly, it was unbelievable.
It wasn't that he deliberately restrained himself, but it was a life where he had never felt a strong desire for anything.
What do you want to have? What do you want to eat? What do you want to wear?
There wasn't really anything in particular. The same went for his interest in the opposite sex. So, he just lived thinking that he was naturally a bland person.
But it wasn't.
From the day he first held hands with Vania, he was like, 'Huh?'
The day she clung to him, startled by a bug on jer shoulder. 'Uh, something's off?' his suspicions intensified.
That has now become a certainty.
When God created him, He must have poured all the desires castrated from the other side into sexual desire.
That was the reason.
The reason for trying to lock this door right now is.
He wishes Vania would avoid him, but she doesn't seem to have any intention of doing so.
This is because the conclusion was reached that there is no solution other than forced blocking.
Nike locked the side door.
Click.
...and this turned out to be a huge bad move.
***
After a long journey, I finally signed the seal and firmly claimed my man's name—a heart-pounding, newlywed life!
That first day...!
"Isn't that going too far?!"
...we have been fighting as a couple.
"It’s just a habit of mine to lock the door."
"You are telling such half-hearted lies."
"It's true."
I was treated like a pervert from the very first day I entered the Prince's Palace.
I didn't do anything.
“If locking the door is a habit, why did you close only one? You should have closed both.”
“...”
Nike, having run out of things to say, closed his mouth.
Our room layout was simple.
Nike's Room / Couple's Bedroom / My Room
And in each room, there is a side door leading to the couple's bedroom.
It goes without saying, but only each other can enter and exit through the side door.
Therefore, locking that door means blocking just one person.
It's me.
I thought the Prince hadn't arrived yet.
Late at night.
Nike, who has not yet returned home.
While looking around the couple's bedroom, I tried opening the side door toward Nike's room, but I was puzzled to find it locked.
Who locked it?
Nike hadn't arrived yet and was scheduled to enter the Imperial Palace for the first time only after finishing his external schedule today.
If you’ve come home, of course, you should say hello and say, 'I’m home.'
"I thought you were asleep."
"Is it only eight o'clock?"
“...”
"I heard you came in at that time?"
“...”
Even though it was strange that the side door was locked, I just accepted it and went outside.
I thought I’d look around the palace a bit more since I couldn't finish seeing it during the day.
However, a chilling hunch that somehow gripped the back of my neck.
I was passing by the hallway in front of Nike's room and opened the door just in case.
It opened.
And I came face to face with Nike, who had washed up and was sitting on the bed drying his hair, with surprised eyes.
So, this is the situation again.
“You mean you didn’t even greet me when you arrived, secretly locked the door, and are holding your breath in your room? Because of me? You mean you're going to such lengths just to avoid me?”
"Why am I avoiding you again?"
“If this isn’t avoiding it, then whatmm.”
I feel a bit wronged and sad about this.
It would be different if I had fought back or something, but I didn't do anything and just quietly waited for my husband to come home.
Nike, who had been staring blankly at me on the day I involuntarily pouted because my nose suddenly stung.
"Ha."
He turned his head sharply and spoke.
"And why are you so barely dressed?"
...That's ridiculous.
“What do you mean, ‘barely dressed’? It’s just a dress I wear as pajamas. I have to go to bed soon, so do you think I should be all dressed up?”
“...”
This man keeps his mouth shut when things get unfavorable.
I feel like I'm going to go crazy from frustration.
"Yes, I understand. Do as you please."
I turned around to leave. Nike immediately grabbed me.
"Sorry for locking the door."
"You didn't want to see my face, right?"
"Huh."
"Understood. Please let go."
I tried to shake off Nike's arm to leave again, but he wouldn't let go.
"It’s not that I don’t want to see you, but that I’m afraid I might do something bad if I see you."
“I understand what you’re saying, but why is that a bad thing? If that’s a bad thing, should all lovers and married couples go to jail?”
"That's not it. Listen."
Nike grabbed my shoulder and said.
"It’s been 65 days since we decided to be lovers and held hands, and 6 days since we kissed, you know?"
...Oh my god.
I got goosebumps.
It is because it is exactly the same line he said before the regression.
“Vania, it’s been 92 days since we kissed.”
"Why on earth are you counting that?"
I was curious, and he said...
“It’s embarrassing to say, but to be honest, I think I have a very strong sex drive.”
“...”
"So, if I don't set standards, I might act too hastily—I mean, rudely toward you."
Yes. He is saying this just as he did before the regression, without changing a single word.
A consistent man...
Of course, back when I knew nothing before the regression, I was moved by his words and told him to do as he pleased.
But what about now?
“Your Highness, you know I remember everything, right?”
"Yes."
"And you know that we've become a married couple this time, right?"
"...Yes."
“But by your standards, it has only been six days since we kissed. If we do anything more, you feel like you’ll feel guilty... I completely understand how you feel.”
Nike was surprised by my generous words.
"Thank you for understanding."
"Yes. So, I will give you two options. Please make sure to choose one of the two."
"What?"
As if sensing an ominous atmosphere, Nike immediately shook her head.
"I don't want to."
“No. You have to choose.”
“...First, let me listen to it.”
“Number 1, I won’t bother the Prince first, so I will quietly just hold your hand and sleep.”
“...”
“We were even given a separate palace for the two of us to stay in, so if we use separate rooms until we meet the Prince’s standards, rumors will surely spread. People come to clean the rooms every morning.”
“...”
"Um... even if we don't do anything naughty, wouldn't it be good to let them know that we occasionally sleep together amicably?"
Of course, if you choose number 1, it will induce you to do bad things.
Nike, who had been agonizing over the explanation, ran his dry lips once and asked.
“...What’s number 2?”
I reached out my hand.
“Getting your memories back!”
If he get his memories back from before the regression, he won't have anything to hesitate about anymore!
Nike closed his eyes tightly.
It seems like he doesn't want to choose either of them.
Seeing him agonizing desperately to avoid becoming a beast in any way, he is truly a man of great chivalry.
“Instead, if you choose number 2, I’ll give you a benefit. You don’t have to get all the memories back. Just a little bit!”
“Just a little bit... how far?”
“I won’t ask for much. A little less than a year since we started dating? Hmm, by my nineteenth birthday!”
“...”
Nike blinked.
Then, soon after, he looked at me with eyes wide as if they had been struck by an earthquake and asked.
“What happened on your nineteenth birthday?”
...Sigh. You’re sharp.
I don't really remember that either.
I immediately denied it and urged them on.
“Please choose quickly. Quickly.”
“I really have to choose...”
“Yes! Definitely! Quickly!”
“...”
***
Phew.
Nike chose number 1.
It seemed he had decided to trust his own mental strength.
Couple's bedroom.
We are sitting side by side, leaning against the headboard of the bed, holding each other's hands tightly below.
It was truly a wholesome first night.
I looked at Nike's profile, who was gritting his teeth and keeping his gaze fixed straight ahead as if trying not to look at me.
He is truly a terrible man...
I gently leaned on his shoulder.
However.
I heard a small whisper and paused.
'What?'
Nike's lips are rapidly reciting something.
"...1-8, Amin Jurgens, 1-9, Christoph Monaghan, 1-10, Til Berkel, 1-11..."
'Wow.'
Presumably, he is memorizing the list of the Imperial Knights. It seems like an action to shake off distracting thoughts. He is a truly tenacious man.
...Isn't it strong?
It seemed like it would be difficult to win.
I immediately lost my will to fight.
“Sorry, I’m just going to go to my room to sleep. You get some good sleep, too.”
I spoke politely and loosened my grip on his hand.
Let's stop here, for the sake of humanity. It wouldn't be right to torment someone who is already exhausted.
At this rate, I’ll be rattling off my man, all the way up to the 10th Knight Order, and then I’ll be wide awake watching the sun.
“...?”
But the moment I was about to let go.
Nike held on tight.
I turn around. Our eyes met.
What is it? I'm thinking.
Nike approached me in an instant and kissed me.
...What on earth could it be?
This unpredictable man.
He started to push me relentlessly, leaving me no time to breathe. On the bed, perhaps because we were only wearing a single layer of clothing, my body felt dozens of times hotter than the previous kiss.
The distinct sound of wet lips meeting. It was stimulating. Nike, who had been stirring inside until breathless, gently pulled his lips away.
"Ha..."
The man, rubbing our foreheads together, stared at me from right in front of my face with burning eyes. Allowing me just one breath, he swallowed my lips again.
This time, it was rougher and hotter. So much so that it was difficult to keep up with the speed at which he ripped through with greed.
I clung to Nike, gripping his collar tightly.
At that moment, his right hand, which was gripping my shoulder, moved while trembling slightly.
A hand slowly, slowly moving forward.
A hot palm covered my chest. The sensation of a large hand gently gripping me made my toes curl involuntarily.
I think I really can't stop this now...
Nike's hand fell.
Even the lips that were frantically pressing against me.
“...?”
At a close distance where the intense heat was still lingering, I saw Nike's face.
Unfocused eyes. A furrowed brow. Clearly looking at me, but a completely empty vision due to the lack of focus.
I flinched, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
It was like this even before the regression. The day his hand rose up bravely, just like today.
'Surely not again...?'
The moment you think, "Surely not," without fail.
"Ah."
As he shook his head with his eyes glazed over as if dizzy, a stream of blood flowed from his nose.
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