A man who gets a nosebleed just from being touched once while kissing. It's driving me crazy. What is so special about that that got him so worked up?
Since I am not Nike, I will never know...
Before the regression, I used to cry and make a huge fuss upon seeing him suddenly bleeding.
But now I don't get flustered.
Because I have experience.
"Are you alright, Your Highness?"
I asked like a doctor.
The patient's nosebleed is caused by a pooling of blood that occurs in a state of extreme excitement. This is based on the same principle as the swelling of the genitals in response to sexual stimulation.
"...What."
Nike asked back with eyes still hazy from excitement.
“Snap out of it. You have a nosebleed.”
“...”
It was only then that Nike ran his hand under his nose and realized.
He stared blankly at the blood on his index finger and spoke to me.
"It's no big deal."
It's nothing special, either!
"It's okay. Let's finish it."
Wow, instinct has won over reason!
Nike, with a crazy look in his eyes, reached out his hand to me again. I quickly dodged him and got out of bed.
“...”
“...”
Nike, who embraced the void in my place.
Soon, he turns to look at me, breathing heavily.
“...What are you doing? Come here.”
“I want to go too, but the nosebleed will keep coming. It will be difficult to stop the bleeding if the excitement doesn't subside.”
"I don't care..."
It doesn't matter at all!
"Calm down and take a deep breath. The nosebleed won't stop if you keep kissing."
“It doesn’t matter...”
Nike wiped his nose with the back of his hand and staggered to his feet. He came out of bed to catch me.
A bloodstain spread across the lips. Half-closed eyes. The sight of someone advancing toward me.
Th-it's terror...
"Stop!"
I stepped back, spread my palm wide to stop him, and spoke.
“This time your nose burst, but next time your head or heart might explode! They said you might suddenly roll your eyes back and die!”
Having received an education by asking around from the doctor before my regression, I have a Ph.D. in this field.
It sounds unbelievable, but some people die from excitement during sex. So, this is quite a serious situation.
Unless Nike has the ability to control his excitement level, it is time to stop, even if it is regrettable.
“Is satisfying a momentary lust truly more important than the Prince’s life? Let us make a wise choice!”
Nike pauses, blinking his eyes.
But it comes right back again.
“Uh, it’s fine...”
He chose death without hesitation!
Nike had completely lost its mind.
Why? He wasn't like this before.
In a similar situation before the regression, he was surprised himself, but he calmly composed himself and said he was sorry, but let's stop.
"Ha..."
Nike, who has approached me before I knew it, is letting out excited moans.
He reaches out his arm. The hand groping the nape of my neck was as hot as his excited state.
"Aren't you going to hold back?"
"...Why do I have to endure it?”
Nike hugged me tightly.
And, flash.
“Ah!”
He lifted me up and slammed me onto the bed.
"I, I must be crazy!"
Nike, who instantly lay me down, sat on top of me with his knees spread, and looked down at me.
Watching him lose his reason, I felt like I might understand something.
Nike currently has absolutely no resistance to sexual contact.
Unlike before the regression, when he made gradual progress according to his strict standards, he did not even have time to adapt.
A man for whom everything is a first. In the prime of his life. The spine-tingling pleasure he must have felt for the first time. Late at night. Bedroom.
A situation where the two of us are alone.
That is why he went crazy like this!
Ah, I need to dry it.
As I looked up at Nike's face, where even the bloodstains were sexy in this dangerous composition...
'Nah, surely he won't die, right? If he does, I'll just go back in time, whatever! Opportunities like this don't come often, do they? Let's go again!'
The demon of lust within me whispers.
'Are you crazy?! This could be the first and last night! Give him time to adjust, please! You slave to desire!'
Even the angel of purity whispers.
Right, I can't kill my man.
I was trying to hold the angel's hand.
“...?”
Suddenly, Nike threw off the nightgown he was wearing. His sculpted upper body was revealed.
The moment a firm chest and the beautifully sculpted abs beneath it came into view.
'Aaaargh! Help me!'
I ended up killing the angel inside me that I had clearly tried to hold hands with.
When I came to my senses, I found myself sitting up straight.
Both hands were stuck tightly to Nike's chest.
“...”
“Th-th-I mean, why are you taking off your clothes?! What on earth are you trying to do!”
It seems like I'm the one who's lost my mind, not Nike.
It has been such a long time since I saw my man's sculpted bare body, so...
At that time.
Nike's hand quietly rose and placed over mine, which was groping his chest.
I see Nike's face, which, far from calming down at the hot contact, has become even more excited.
A jaw clenched tightly with clenched teeth. A head that keeps shaking, as if trying to straighten the feverish, blurred vision. Each time, pupils bulge upward as if about to flip inside out.
And finally.
Even a single stream of nosebleed flows down without stopping.
'Just kill him!'
The resurrected angel sneered.
However, even if Nike looks unwell, there is nothing we can do to stop him.
How could I, a frail person, with my own strength, deal with a man whose eyes have already rolled back in his head...
What do you mean, there was nothing you could do? You knew from the start how to calm Nike down with just a single word, yet you deliberately didn't do it?
...That’s right.
"Your Highness."
Like a moth drawn to a flame, determined to burn brightly for one night and then die, Nike buried his face in my neck and rubbed his lips against it.
"I want to stop now."
He froze in place. He slowly raised his head. I saw the light return to his cloudy blue eyes in an instant.
"Yes."
Nike never does something if I say I don't want to. He is a man who can suppress even death-defying instincts for my sake. This was his true nature, which would remain unchanged even without memories of his time before the regression.
"...Yes."
As expected, Nike immediately turned away from me. He pressed his tightly clenched fist onto the bed and began to calm down.
"Now, take a deep breath."
Only then does he seem to hear me, and he slowly catches his breath.
"I'll sleep in my room. I'm sorry for changing my mind."
I carefully slipped out of bed and turned around with tears welling up in my eyes.
But my wrist was grabbed.
When I turned around, Nike spoke with a face that had already become half its size.
“Lock the door... and sleep.”
“...”
A man who, even in the midst of being thoroughly toyed with, worries about his other self that might break into my room!
“Hmph. Yes...”
The next day.
Nike Valencier stood there, impeccably dressed in his knight's uniform, as if nothing had happened the night before.
Of course, his mind was endlessly complicated.
As he was about to leave the palace this morning, Vania handed him a note with a tearful face and ran away.
[ I'm sorry~ ㅠ_ㅠ ]
She egged them on first and then ran away.
Yesterday, the Prince looked like he was in danger, so she couldn't help it.
[ Have a great day today~! Kiss♡♡]
Memories of yesterday?
Actually, it’s confusing; it’s hard to tell if it’s there or not.
He only clearly remembers his condition at the time. He could say it felt similar to the sensation of his brain melting when suffering from a severe fever.
"Calm down and take a deep breath."
“...They said you might roll your eyes and die!”
"Aren't you going to hold back?"
Vania sensed the danger and tried to stop him several times, but he was so out of his mind at the time that he couldn't think straight.
"I want to stop now."
If it weren't for those decisive relief measures, things would have gone awry one way or the other.
Either ended up doing something completely unacceptable to Vania, or died from a head or heart exploding before doing it.
"...Huk!"
Ah, I wish I could turn back time.
Why did you take your clothes off again? You crazy bastard.
He wants to erase Vania's memory as well and pretend it never happened.
“Nike!”
However, since a considerable amount of time has already passed, even if he were to go back in time, the patient with 30-minute amnesia would just lose their reason again and end up becoming someone who simply had two nosebleeds.
“Nikeeeee!!!”
Oh my god.
Nike looked straight ahead in surprise.
That's right. He had been here since the morning after being called by his brother.
“Get a grip! You didn’t listen to a single word I said, did you?”
The Crown Prince was frantically rummaging through documents with hollow eyes.
He was busier than anyone these days.
Preparing for the royal wedding, organizing the schedule, and even cleaning up the various rumors that arose from the overly rushed wedding...
It was to the point where there was no distinction between day and night.
"I'm sorry. Please say that again."
"Ha."
Bane sighed and said.
“You two have to go on a pilgrimage to the ancestral shrine. But since the site of the shrine is on the way to the western expedition anyway, there is no need to make the trip twice; just take the Princess with you this time and set off together. Did you hear that properly this time?”
“Yes, I heard correctly. I will adjust the departure schedule.”
“Yes, I’ll be going now... ugh.”
Bane groaned. It appeared he had cut his hand while tearing open a letter with a paper knife while talking for a while.
"Are you alright?"
Nike approached.
“Yeah, it’s nothing.”
The wound on his left thumb was long and deep, too deep to be considered insignificant.
“The treatment...”
“No. I’m busy right now. I’ll take care of it later. Go ahead.”
Bane took out a handkerchief, roughly pressed it against the wound, and then picked up a pen while rummaging through the documents again.
Nike felt sorry because he knew his brother was busy because of him.
"Aren't you going?"
"I will open it for you."
"Yes?"
Bane tilts his head.
He tries to briefly return to before he cut his hand.
Poem of Regression
Time does not turn back.
'...What.'
Nike immediately became nervous.
Since I am not Nike, I will never know...
Before the regression, I used to cry and make a huge fuss upon seeing him suddenly bleeding.
But now I don't get flustered.
Because I have experience.
"Are you alright, Your Highness?"
I asked like a doctor.
The patient's nosebleed is caused by a pooling of blood that occurs in a state of extreme excitement. This is based on the same principle as the swelling of the genitals in response to sexual stimulation.
"...What."
Nike asked back with eyes still hazy from excitement.
“Snap out of it. You have a nosebleed.”
“...”
It was only then that Nike ran his hand under his nose and realized.
He stared blankly at the blood on his index finger and spoke to me.
"It's no big deal."
It's nothing special, either!
"It's okay. Let's finish it."
Wow, instinct has won over reason!
Nike, with a crazy look in his eyes, reached out his hand to me again. I quickly dodged him and got out of bed.
“...”
“...”
Nike, who embraced the void in my place.
Soon, he turns to look at me, breathing heavily.
“...What are you doing? Come here.”
“I want to go too, but the nosebleed will keep coming. It will be difficult to stop the bleeding if the excitement doesn't subside.”
"I don't care..."
It doesn't matter at all!
"Calm down and take a deep breath. The nosebleed won't stop if you keep kissing."
“It doesn’t matter...”
Nike wiped his nose with the back of his hand and staggered to his feet. He came out of bed to catch me.
A bloodstain spread across the lips. Half-closed eyes. The sight of someone advancing toward me.
Th-it's terror...
"Stop!"
I stepped back, spread my palm wide to stop him, and spoke.
“This time your nose burst, but next time your head or heart might explode! They said you might suddenly roll your eyes back and die!”
Having received an education by asking around from the doctor before my regression, I have a Ph.D. in this field.
It sounds unbelievable, but some people die from excitement during sex. So, this is quite a serious situation.
Unless Nike has the ability to control his excitement level, it is time to stop, even if it is regrettable.
“Is satisfying a momentary lust truly more important than the Prince’s life? Let us make a wise choice!”
Nike pauses, blinking his eyes.
But it comes right back again.
“Uh, it’s fine...”
He chose death without hesitation!
Nike had completely lost its mind.
Why? He wasn't like this before.
In a similar situation before the regression, he was surprised himself, but he calmly composed himself and said he was sorry, but let's stop.
"Ha..."
Nike, who has approached me before I knew it, is letting out excited moans.
He reaches out his arm. The hand groping the nape of my neck was as hot as his excited state.
"Aren't you going to hold back?"
"...Why do I have to endure it?”
Nike hugged me tightly.
And, flash.
“Ah!”
He lifted me up and slammed me onto the bed.
"I, I must be crazy!"
Nike, who instantly lay me down, sat on top of me with his knees spread, and looked down at me.
Watching him lose his reason, I felt like I might understand something.
Nike currently has absolutely no resistance to sexual contact.
Unlike before the regression, when he made gradual progress according to his strict standards, he did not even have time to adapt.
A man for whom everything is a first. In the prime of his life. The spine-tingling pleasure he must have felt for the first time. Late at night. Bedroom.
A situation where the two of us are alone.
That is why he went crazy like this!
Ah, I need to dry it.
As I looked up at Nike's face, where even the bloodstains were sexy in this dangerous composition...
'Nah, surely he won't die, right? If he does, I'll just go back in time, whatever! Opportunities like this don't come often, do they? Let's go again!'
The demon of lust within me whispers.
'Are you crazy?! This could be the first and last night! Give him time to adjust, please! You slave to desire!'
Even the angel of purity whispers.
Right, I can't kill my man.
I was trying to hold the angel's hand.
“...?”
Suddenly, Nike threw off the nightgown he was wearing. His sculpted upper body was revealed.
The moment a firm chest and the beautifully sculpted abs beneath it came into view.
'Aaaargh! Help me!'
I ended up killing the angel inside me that I had clearly tried to hold hands with.
When I came to my senses, I found myself sitting up straight.
Both hands were stuck tightly to Nike's chest.
“...”
“Th-th-I mean, why are you taking off your clothes?! What on earth are you trying to do!”
It seems like I'm the one who's lost my mind, not Nike.
It has been such a long time since I saw my man's sculpted bare body, so...
At that time.
Nike's hand quietly rose and placed over mine, which was groping his chest.
I see Nike's face, which, far from calming down at the hot contact, has become even more excited.
A jaw clenched tightly with clenched teeth. A head that keeps shaking, as if trying to straighten the feverish, blurred vision. Each time, pupils bulge upward as if about to flip inside out.
And finally.
Even a single stream of nosebleed flows down without stopping.
'Just kill him!'
The resurrected angel sneered.
However, even if Nike looks unwell, there is nothing we can do to stop him.
How could I, a frail person, with my own strength, deal with a man whose eyes have already rolled back in his head...
What do you mean, there was nothing you could do? You knew from the start how to calm Nike down with just a single word, yet you deliberately didn't do it?
...That’s right.
"Your Highness."
Like a moth drawn to a flame, determined to burn brightly for one night and then die, Nike buried his face in my neck and rubbed his lips against it.
"I want to stop now."
He froze in place. He slowly raised his head. I saw the light return to his cloudy blue eyes in an instant.
"Yes."
Nike never does something if I say I don't want to. He is a man who can suppress even death-defying instincts for my sake. This was his true nature, which would remain unchanged even without memories of his time before the regression.
"...Yes."
As expected, Nike immediately turned away from me. He pressed his tightly clenched fist onto the bed and began to calm down.
"Now, take a deep breath."
Only then does he seem to hear me, and he slowly catches his breath.
"I'll sleep in my room. I'm sorry for changing my mind."
I carefully slipped out of bed and turned around with tears welling up in my eyes.
But my wrist was grabbed.
When I turned around, Nike spoke with a face that had already become half its size.
“Lock the door... and sleep.”
“...”
A man who, even in the midst of being thoroughly toyed with, worries about his other self that might break into my room!
“Hmph. Yes...”
***
The next day.
Nike Valencier stood there, impeccably dressed in his knight's uniform, as if nothing had happened the night before.
Of course, his mind was endlessly complicated.
As he was about to leave the palace this morning, Vania handed him a note with a tearful face and ran away.
[ I'm sorry~ ㅠ_ㅠ ]
She egged them on first and then ran away.
Yesterday, the Prince looked like he was in danger, so she couldn't help it.
[ Have a great day today~! Kiss♡♡]
Memories of yesterday?
Actually, it’s confusing; it’s hard to tell if it’s there or not.
He only clearly remembers his condition at the time. He could say it felt similar to the sensation of his brain melting when suffering from a severe fever.
"Calm down and take a deep breath."
“...They said you might roll your eyes and die!”
"Aren't you going to hold back?"
Vania sensed the danger and tried to stop him several times, but he was so out of his mind at the time that he couldn't think straight.
"I want to stop now."
If it weren't for those decisive relief measures, things would have gone awry one way or the other.
Either ended up doing something completely unacceptable to Vania, or died from a head or heart exploding before doing it.
"...Huk!"
Ah, I wish I could turn back time.
Why did you take your clothes off again? You crazy bastard.
He wants to erase Vania's memory as well and pretend it never happened.
“Nike!”
However, since a considerable amount of time has already passed, even if he were to go back in time, the patient with 30-minute amnesia would just lose their reason again and end up becoming someone who simply had two nosebleeds.
“Nikeeeee!!!”
Oh my god.
Nike looked straight ahead in surprise.
That's right. He had been here since the morning after being called by his brother.
“Get a grip! You didn’t listen to a single word I said, did you?”
The Crown Prince was frantically rummaging through documents with hollow eyes.
He was busier than anyone these days.
Preparing for the royal wedding, organizing the schedule, and even cleaning up the various rumors that arose from the overly rushed wedding...
It was to the point where there was no distinction between day and night.
"I'm sorry. Please say that again."
"Ha."
Bane sighed and said.
“You two have to go on a pilgrimage to the ancestral shrine. But since the site of the shrine is on the way to the western expedition anyway, there is no need to make the trip twice; just take the Princess with you this time and set off together. Did you hear that properly this time?”
“Yes, I heard correctly. I will adjust the departure schedule.”
“Yes, I’ll be going now... ugh.”
Bane groaned. It appeared he had cut his hand while tearing open a letter with a paper knife while talking for a while.
"Are you alright?"
Nike approached.
“Yeah, it’s nothing.”
The wound on his left thumb was long and deep, too deep to be considered insignificant.
“The treatment...”
“No. I’m busy right now. I’ll take care of it later. Go ahead.”
Bane took out a handkerchief, roughly pressed it against the wound, and then picked up a pen while rummaging through the documents again.
Nike felt sorry because he knew his brother was busy because of him.
"Aren't you going?"
"I will open it for you."
"Yes?"
Bane tilts his head.
He tries to briefly return to before he cut his hand.
Poem of Regression
Time does not turn back.
'...What.'
Nike immediately became nervous.
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