<Episode 21>
Please, don’t hate me.
Please, don’t despise me.
Reach out your hand while making a wish.
I stroked it with my fingertips, gently tracing its contours.
Lord Solomon’s face turned one step redder.
He opened and closed his mouth with a crunch, with a complexion that made me wonder if it was safe for humans to turn so red.
“Solomon-sama.”
She calls him flirtatiously, feigning familiarity.
I thought it was ridiculous for a plain woman like me to imitate the gestures of a coquettish woman, but it makes Lord Solomon was nervous.
When I wrap my hands around his cheeks and turn them upward, Lord Solomon’s eyebrows lowered.
The way he breathes out with a pained look on his face, it is as if he is drowning.
The sound of his muffled voice calling out “Chelsea” sounded as if she was calling for help, making my heart ache as well.
When I boldly put my mouth lightly kissed on the tip of his nose, he looked like a cat with its fur bristling up.
The honey-melted eyes turn a darker color, wrinkling from the edges.
It is as if we are watching the process of crystallization.
The sight of light reflecting off the jet-black iris is like the twinkling stars in the night sky.
I could not help but breathe a breath of admiration, thinking that this person was truly beautiful in every way.
I wonder if Lord Solomon’s heat was transferred from the touched area.
I think my temperature is rising as well.
Gently pull your tilted face closer.
I kept my eyes locked with Lord Solomon’s, who looked at me with disbelief, and brought my lips to his.
We thought our exhalations would snatch and touch each other, and then.
“N-no, Chelsea!”
As if to shake me out of my gaze, Lord Solomon grabs me by both shoulders and pulls me off.
“……Why?”
I thought to myself that I sounded dissatisfied.
Lord Solomon, not expecting to be answered like that, mutters in bewilderment, “Why do you say that ……?”
“There’s no need for you to push yourself. You don’t have to do that. ……”
I was miffed when he told me that I would be overwhelmed.
I certainly wouldn’t have made this choice before, no matter what predicament I was in.
But now I am not forcing myself.
“That’s impossible.”
“You don’t have to do anything unpleasant, Chelsea.”
I was not comfortable with the idea that I was touching Lord Solomon.
(Why don’t you understand me?)
He grinds his teeth like children throwing a tantrum.
A calm voice in the corner of my head tells me that it’s natural that I don’t understand, because I haven’t told them.
But I don’t think he would believe me if I told him in words now.
Lord Solomon would surely judge that I am telling a white lie.
That was the one thing I didn’t want.
I can’t stand the fact that I was late in expressing my feelings of love for him, which led to this situation, but I still can’t stand the fact that he treats this in such a lukewarm manner.
Because it is something that Lord Solomon took very good care of.
You watered the seeds I was too slow to notice and let them sprout slowly.
It’s a precious feeling, given to me by you, who are precious to me.
(I wonder if there is another way to tell them, not with words.)
What came to mind when I thought of this was body temperature and a heartbeat.
Touching Lord Solomon, my temperature rose and my heart began to beat faster.
I touch Lord Solomon’s hand that grips my shoulder.
When I tried to lift him up, he obeyed without defying me.
I am thankful because I am not strong enough to do it by force.
I lay my hand on Lord Solomon’s large hand.
He was puzzled, unable to grasp the meaning of my actions.
I cupped my eyes in embarrassment and then moved my hand as boldly as I could.
“……！！！！？？？？”
With a mighty yell, I pressed Lord Solomon’s hand against my own chest.
Lord Solomon inhales deeply and his eyes widen.
Slightly centered on the left breast. Above the heart, the hand of Lord Solomon.
I felt my heart beat faster, even more so because of the temperature that was being transmitted to me.
“Do you understand ……?”
I wonder if they feel my heartbeat, which is louder and more assertive than after running at full speed.
I looked up at him, teary-eyed with mortal shame, and he didn’t move an inch.
He stopped moving, with the same look on his face as when a cat freezes after sniffing.
Probably not even breathing.
“Solomon-sama, …… ahn?”
When he remained motionless for so long, I became concerned and fearfully called out to him.
Then Lord Solomon’s hand twitched and he rubbed it a few times as if to check the feel of my breasts.
“Oh, that.”
“Wooooooooooooo!”
As I was shaking with a creepy feeling that was not only ticklish, Lord Solomon screamed and turned his head away.
He must have hit the back of his head on the spur of the moment, and a rather loud gurgling sound was heard.
“Solomon-sama, I’m okay.
“Gosh, I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose, no, I did it on purpose!”
“No, my head ……”
“Sorry, sorry, Chelsea! Don’t hate me!”
I reach for his head, but he is out of control, so I can’t check.
As if feeling no pain, Lord Solomon apologizes with a bright red face.
Looking at him with his eyes tightly shut and a tearful face, it was as if I had abused him…….
You may not be wrong, after all.
“Solomon-sama!”
“Yes.”
“I made you touch me, and you couldn’t possibly dislike me. Not if it was the other way around.”
“It’s even more impossible for me to hate you.”
He had looked confused until now, but only in such a moment does he put on a straight face.
It’s cunning to say ‘it’s impossible’ with a crisp face.
I don’t want to give up. I definitely don’t want to let go of his hand.
“Then please don’t refuse.”
Reach out my hand to Lord Solomon.
His shoulders jumped, but he didn’t turn away this time.
He pulled out the pin holding the cravat and then stuck it in the lapel of his coat.
With both hands, he untied the cravat and palmed his exposed neck.
When I playfully traced my fingers over the indentation of his collarbone, his body swayed in an exaggerated manner.
I bent down to kiss his neck and he hugged me tightly.
“Solomon-sama?”
“Chelsea, fine. It’s okay.”
“Huh…What is it?”
I am annoyed by the gentle voice that appeases me.
Even after all this, you still don’t get it, do you?
Even though I asked back in a sharp voice, Lord Solomon was not intimidated in the slightest.
He gently pats my back and then takes my hand.
He intertwined his fingers one by one and kissed my fingertips.
“Because, Chelsea. I’m shaking.”
“……”
A stunned voice leaked out.
Lord Solomon looked at me and smiled with a terribly kind face.
“I’ve been shaking all day.”
He drops another kiss on my finger.
My hands, wrapped in Lord Solomon’s large hands, were shaking and clattering.
“Th-That’s-that.”
I deny it in a gravelly voice, and Lord Solomon gently embraces me.
As if to divide the heat, as if to love.
“Hey, Chelsea, I love you so much, I’d love it if you’d touch me.”
Lord Solomon pats my head and says in a voice like he is talking to a child.
“But if it makes you feel bad or scared, then there’s no point?”
I don’t have any bad or scary feelings. If you say …… in a shaky state, I’m sure they won’t believe you.
I’m actually scared.
Of course. I had not even had my first love yet, and everything was new to me.
Even kissing someone on the mouth was an unknown territory, so it was natural for me to be afraid of anything beyond that.
But I don’t agree that that’s why it’s not good.
(Why shouldn’t I be scared?)
Even though I am scared and want to run away, is it wrong that I would prefer to be with Lord Solomon if we are going to go on?
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