## Chapter 53 – Hilda. Isn’t Kissing Between Friends Common Sense…?
“Master, may I get up first?”
Number 25, sitting on the edge of the bed in his underwear, said as he gathered the clothes that had fallen to the floor.
But Aser, who had slyly opened her eyes from behind, grabbed the collar of Number 25’s half-buttoned shirt and pulled him back onto the bed. She looked at Number 25 with clear eyes amidst her disheveled hair, smiling.
“No way… you promised yesterday, didn’t you? That we’d kiss for at least five minutes every morning….”
He had no memory of making such a promise. Aser had just made it up on the spot.
Despite the promise being freshly made up, Aser closed her eyes and pouted her lips as if determined to receive a kiss. Number 25 had no choice but to embrace Aser again and kiss her. Her lips, dry from the night, felt rougher than usual, but even that was blissful.
A desire to lie down and just kiss all day long welled up within him.
The kiss that started as “just five minutes” didn’t end even after ten minutes had passed.
Their dry lips began to moisten with each other’s saliva. Aser nibbled lightly on Number 25’s lips and tongue, her hands running down his back, caressing his entire body. Number 25 flinched each time her cold touch landed on him. Finding even that reaction adorable, Aser didn’t let go of Number 25 from her embrace.
Amidst the pleasure that seemed to melt his mind, Number 25 barely pulled away from Aser and whispered in a breathless voice.
“I, I really have to go now….”
“Why do you keep trying to leave?”
He had no answer to that question.
Aser hugged Number 25’s waist again, burying her nose in his chest.
She reveled in the warmth and softness of his skin, which carried the scent of morning, completely immersed in unparalleled happiness.
“I’m the queen in this castle. You don’t have to worry about anything if you’re with me. Is there any reason for you to do hard work? Sleeping with me is also part of your job, isn’t it?”
“I… is that so?”
Come to think of it, that was true.
He was sleeping with the highest-ranking person in this castle, so who would dare to stop him? As Aser said, when you think about it, this was also part of a slave’s job.
“Yeah, so let’s do it a little more. Okay?”
After saying that, Aser subtly lowered her pajamas, showing Number 25 the breasts he loved, tempting him.
Each time Aser moved her body slightly, her white breasts swayed, captivating Number 25’s gaze, which had been wandering aimlessly.
Although he didn’t reveal his desires as openly as women did, wanting to be embraced by such breasts was probably one of every man’s desires. As if bewitched, Number 25 grabbed Aser’s breasts with his hands.
Just as he parted his lips, about to bring Aser’s breasts to his mouth like a child seeking its mother’s milk, someone fearlessly knocked on Aser’s door.
A steady rhythm of thud, thud sounds.
If he had waited just a little longer, just three seconds in terms of time, that fleeting moment, he could have received Aser’s caresses with his mouth. Aser slightly frowned, annoyed at having her happy moment interrupted, but upon recognizing the owner of the voice, she quickly wore a look of great trouble. The only person in this castle who could stop Aser’s rampage.
“Master, it’s been long past time to wake up.”
It was Charlotte knocking on the door from outside. She had come to wake Aser herself because she hadn’t come down even though it was past breakfast time.
She knocked on the door, but no one’s voice could be heard from inside. Only the sound of the bed creaking as someone hurriedly moved around and the sound of the closet door opening roughly could be heard. Charlotte stopped knocking and spoke again.
“I can roughly guess the reason for your lateness, but shouldn’t you restrain yourself a little? This isn’t District 6. You need to set an example for others.”
Aser, who had just taken off her pajamas and was only wearing a shirt, pushed Number 25’s back and said.
“I’ll get dressed and come out, so go out first.”
Unlike Aser, Number 25 quickly put on all his clothes, got up from his seat, and headed for the door. With trembling hands, he placed his hand on the doorknob. Charlotte was waiting beyond this door. Taking a deep breath, Number 25 carefully opened the door and stepped outside, then immediately closed the door.
Charlotte, who had been waiting right in front, scanned Number 25 up and down with a cold, sinking gaze. Her eyes lingered particularly long on the kiss marks on Number 25’s neck and the small teeth marks on his lips.
Number 25, looking like someone caught cheating, quickly avoided Charlotte’s gaze.
Charlotte wasn’t one to allow him. She grabbed Number 25’s chin, preventing him from avoiding her gaze. Number 25’s lips, with both cheeks pressed, stuck out as if he were a fish.
“Looks like you had quite an enjoyable time with the master?”
“I, I’m sorry.”
Number 25 reflexively apologized to her. He had been expecting to hear harsh words, but Charlotte’s reaction wasn’t much different from usual. She wore a faint smile and stroked Number 25’s head.
“What do you have to be sorry for? You were just doing what you had to do. Right?”
She emphasized the word “do” as if to stress it. Number 25 nodded slightly, feeling somewhat uneasy. Charlotte placed her hand on Number 25’s shoulder and left a short message.
“Come to my room at 11 o’clock.”
After saying those words, Charlotte passed by Number 25 and went downstairs. Aser came out of the room belatedly, but she also had a lot of work piled up in front of her while she was playing in District 6, so she skipped breakfast and went straight into the office, leaving similar words to Charlotte, “Come to my room at night.”
Number 25 sadly saw Aser off and went downstairs.
It was long past mealtime, but he wasn’t hungry.
Exhausted from dealing with Aser all night, Number 25 barely dragged his weakened body, thinking of resting even a little, and headed for his room. As he walked to his room at the end of the second-floor hallway, the sound of running echoed in the hallway behind Number 25.
Before he could even turn around, someone suddenly put their arm around Number 25’s shoulder, and a faint smell of alcohol wafted from the person, which already identified who had put their arm around him.
Hilda, as soon as she saw Number 25’s back, was so excited that she forgot the rule of not running in the hallway and rushed towards him.
“When did you get back? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Number 25’s face lit up at the sight of his friend’s face after a long time. Hilda grinned with her face close to Number 25’s.
“Are you free now?”
Number 25 turned his head to the side and checked the clock on the wall. 9:45. It was still a long time before his appointment with Charlotte at 11 o’clock. Number 25 thought it would be nice to spend this time with Hilda and nodded.
“Yeah.”
“I bought some food outside earlier, too. Let’s eat together in your room.”
Hearing those words, he looked at Hilda’s hands again. She had a shopping basket in her hands, and it was full of various foods. Of course, there were also about two bottles of alcohol. Hilda asked Number 25 to keep it a secret, saying that she absolutely couldn’t get caught.
Hilda entered Number 25’s room and spread out a cloth similar to a tablecloth with familiar hands, then poured the food onto it.
Number 25 noticed foods that he had seen at least once in the territory. Sandwiches, chicken skewers, baked potatoes, sausages, bread, etc. He couldn’t say that he bought foods that went well together, but the variety was diverse.
“Can I eat?”
“Of course.”
Number 25 immediately picked up the bread in front of him and put it in his mouth.
As he took a bite, the white cream inside smeared around Number 25’s mouth. Hilda, who had been watching the scene for a while, suddenly moved to the seat next to Number 25 and licked the food off his mouth with her tongue.
Number 25, who had been eating the food deliciously without thinking, stopped and stared blankly at Hilda. It was an instinctive action, so Hilda was also embarrassed. If this continued, she would be treated like a pervert and wouldn’t be able to maintain her friendship with Number 25. Given the situation, Hilda desperately blurted out a trashy excuse.
“W-well, friends sometimes wipe off food on each other’s faces like this!”
If someone else heard it, they would think it was crazy talk, and there was no room to doubt that Hilda’s mental state was rotten, but with just the words “between friends,” Number 25 naively believed Hilda’s excuse.
“Really?”
The hastily made-up excuse became common sense for Number 25. This was an opportunity. Hilda picked up the same bread that Number 25 had eaten and started eating it while deliberately smearing it around her mouth.
She occasionally looked to the side, hoping that Number 25 would notice.
As Hilda hoped, Number 25 finally turned his gaze towards Hilda. Number 25 pointed to the cream on Hilda’s mouth with his finger and opened his mouth.
“Hilda, you have some here too?”
Hilda pretended not to know and pointed to a completely different place from where Number 25 was pointing with her finger.
“Where?”
Unable to watch any longer, Number 25 approached Hilda and said.
“Wait a minute, I’ll wipe it off for you.”
Hilda’s heart raced like crazy each time Number 25 got closer. The moment Number 25’s breath came within inches, Hilda unknowingly closed her eyes tightly. But contrary to expectations, she didn’t feel the sensation of a tongue. She only heard the dry sound of skin rubbing.
When Hilda slightly opened her eyes, she saw Number 25 wiping her lips with a handkerchief. Shouldn’t there be something in return for what goes? Hilda, who had naturally thought that she would be kissed by Number 25, let out an involuntary groan at the disappointing result.
“Huh?”
Number 25, who had put the handkerchief back in his pocket, looked at Hilda, who suddenly had slumped shoulders, and asked.
“I just had a handkerchief, so I wiped it off with this, is there any problem?”
“Ah, no, there’s no problem.”
Number 25 might be naive because he didn’t know much about the world, but he was by no means stupid.
If Hilda really wanted to be kissed by Number 25, she should have said, “It’s polite to wipe it off,” instead of “Sometimes we wipe it off,” when she made the excuse at first.
But the ship had already sailed, and there was no way to return. Hilda had missed an opportunity to create a pleasant memory with Number 25 due to a momentary slip of the tongue.
Number 25 looked at the clock on the wall. Before she knew it, the clock’s hour hand had arrived near 11 o’clock. Number 25 hurriedly got up from his seat.
“It’s already time…. I have an appointment with Charlotte, so I’ll go first. Thank you for today. Let’s see each other again later.”
After a brief farewell, Number 25 left Hilda in his room and headed for Charlotte’s room.
