Chapter 132
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I visited him, cooked him his favorite foods, and said things that would comfort and delight him. Like I was licking an animal quivering in fear, I confessed to him carefully.
His black eyes that looked up at me were so wistful, filled with despair. The gloominess that refused to leave his face made me grin bitterly and console him. “I really like you, okay? There’s nobody else who loves you more than I do. You know that too. I’m the only person in this world that loves you. I love you before and after death.” He surely knew that I only spoke the truth.
Just like how he knew that everything I said was true, I also wanted the converse to be true.
I asked on the first day whether he liked his body, and he said he did. He was looking elsewhere when he replied. It was ambiguous whether he was just saying it out of politeness, or if he was being honest. It was because of his fear and refusal in his heart.
Was it difficult for him to be honest even though he truly liked this body? Or if that wasn’t the case, was he keeping his dislike to himself in fear? Since he was unaccustomed to and feared me, this prevented me from uncovering his true feelings. Well, that was fine. Learning about him slowly gave me immense joy and happiness. It was just a bit tedious.
Imagining his face had no choice but to look up at me, I grinned and asked, “But do you really like it?”
It was only 5:40 in the afternoon. There was still time before dinner.
“You’re not pretending to like it even though you don’t?” I pressed on.
“…Well,” he said reluctantly.
I purposely left out what exactly he liked or disliked, but he understood at once what I was talking about. He lifted his head and looked at me. My eyes met with his black ones. A faint sheen under the light, his forehead had beads of cold sweat. They weren’t tears, so I ignored them for now and continued, “It’s just because I never saw you being satisfied with it other than saying that you like it.”
“…”
“It seemed to me that you’re treating my appearance now like you’re dealing with something that you dislike.” I tapped on the roof of the toy mansion. It made hollow sounds like raindrops were falling on the roof. I felt elated by his gaze. Oh, it was just like the day that I found him again. He was looking at me with eyes similar to that time. “If you didn’t like this, then…”
“No, it’s fine. I like it. Honest. So…” he quickly replied. He was so clear in his affirmation that it was almost strange that he was so reluctant until now. “You don’t need to do that anymore…”
His voice was so pathetically tiny. I struck down the roof slightly with my palm and took a step away from the table. His frightened eyes followed me. I averted my gaze from him and walked around the room.
“You know, I get horny for you no matter what you look like. Regardless of the situation, if you wanted me to, I could get it up while thinking about you,” I said.
I could hear the other swallowing tensely. The way his chest trembled along with his shaky sigh was cute. Naturally, I felt like being mean to him. Sometimes, people turned violent when they saw something irresistibly cute, and that described my current feelings perfectly.
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I visited him, cooked him his favorite foods, and said things that would comfort and delight him. Like I was licking an animal quivering in fear, I confessed to him carefully.
His black eyes that looked up at me were so wistful, filled with despair. The gloominess that refused to leave his face made me grin bitterly and console him. “I really like you, okay? There’s nobody else who loves you more than I do. You know that too. I’m the only person in this world that loves you. I love you before and after death.” He surely knew that I only spoke the truth.
Just like how he knew that everything I said was true, I also wanted the converse to be true.
I asked on the first day whether he liked his body, and he said he did. He was looking elsewhere when he replied. It was ambiguous whether he was just saying it out of politeness, or if he was being honest. It was because of his fear and refusal in his heart.
Was it difficult for him to be honest even though he truly liked this body? Or if that wasn’t the case, was he keeping his dislike to himself in fear? Since he was unaccustomed to and feared me, this prevented me from uncovering his true feelings. Well, that was fine. Learning about him slowly gave me immense joy and happiness. It was just a bit tedious.
Imagining his face had no choice but to look up at me, I grinned and asked, “But do you really like it?”
It was only 5:40 in the afternoon. There was still time before dinner.
“You’re not pretending to like it even though you don’t?” I pressed on.
“…Well,” he said reluctantly.
I purposely left out what exactly he liked or disliked, but he understood at once what I was talking about. He lifted his head and looked at me. My eyes met with his black ones. A faint sheen under the light, his forehead had beads of cold sweat. They weren’t tears, so I ignored them for now and continued, “It’s just because I never saw you being satisfied with it other than saying that you like it.”
“…”
“It seemed to me that you’re treating my appearance now like you’re dealing with something that you dislike.” I tapped on the roof of the toy mansion. It made hollow sounds like raindrops were falling on the roof. I felt elated by his gaze. Oh, it was just like the day that I found him again. He was looking at me with eyes similar to that time. “If you didn’t like this, then…”
“No, it’s fine. I like it. Honest. So…” he quickly replied. He was so clear in his affirmation that it was almost strange that he was so reluctant until now. “You don’t need to do that anymore…”
His voice was so pathetically tiny. I struck down the roof slightly with my palm and took a step away from the table. His frightened eyes followed me. I averted my gaze from him and walked around the room.
“You know, I get horny for you no matter what you look like. Regardless of the situation, if you wanted me to, I could get it up while thinking about you,” I said.
I could hear the other swallowing tensely. The way his chest trembled along with his shaky sigh was cute. Naturally, I felt like being mean to him. Sometimes, people turned violent when they saw something irresistibly cute, and that described my current feelings perfectly.
I visited him, cooked him his favorite foods, and said things that would comfort and delight him. Like I was licking an animal quivering in fear, I confessed to him carefully.His black eyes that looked up at me were so wistful, filled with despair. The gloominess that refused to leave his face made me grin bitterly and console him. I really like you, okay? There's nobody else who loves you more than I do. You know that too. I'm the only person in this world that loves you. I love you before and after death. He surely knew that I only spoke the truth.Just like how he knew that everything I said was true, I also wanted the converse to be true.I asked on the first day whether he liked his body, and he said he did. He was looking elsewhere when he replied. It was ambiguous whether he was just saying it out of politeness, or if he was being honest. It was because of his fear and refusal in his heart.Was it difficult for him to be honest even though he truly liked this body? Or if that wasn't the case, was he keeping his dislike to himself in fear? Since he was unaccustomed to and feared me, this prevented me from uncovering his true feelings. Well, that was fine. Learning about him slowly gave me immense joy and happiness. It was just a bit tedious.Imagining his face had no choice but to look up at me, I grinned and asked, But do you really like it?It was only 5:40 in the afternoon. There was still time before dinner.You're not pretending to like it even though you don't? I pressed on.Well, he said reluctantly.I purposely left out what exactly he liked or disliked, but he understood at once what I was talking about. He lifted his head and looked at me. My eyes met with his black ones. A faint sheen under the light, his forehead had beads of cold sweat. They weren't tears, so I ignored them for now and continued, It's just because I never saw you being satisfied with it other than saying that you like it.It seemed to me that you're treating my appearance now like you're dealing with something that you dislike. I tapped on the roof of the toy mansion. It made hollow sounds like raindrops were falling on the roof. I felt elated by his gaze. Oh, it was just like the day that I found him again. He was looking at me with eyes similar to that time. If you didn't like this, thenNo, it's fine. I like it. Honest. So he quickly replied. He was so clear in his affirmation that it was almost strange that he was so reluctant until now. You don't need to do that anymoreHis voice was so pathetically tiny. I struck down the roof slightly with my palm and took a step away from the table. His frightened eyes followed me. I averted my gaze from him and walked around the room.You know, I get horny for you no matter what you look like. Regardless of the situation, if you wanted me to, I could get it up while thinking about you, I said.I could hear the other swallowing tensely. The way his chest trembled along with his shaky sigh was cute. Naturally, I felt like being mean to him. Sometimes, people turned violent when they saw something irresistibly cute, and that described my current feelings perfectly.
