Chapter 28 – Later Story (2)
The world seems frozen.
No, it’s frozen.
It’s clear.
Otherwise, there’s no way you’d be so quiet like this, right?
Yes?
I secretly look at the person lying next to me.
Einstein.
Your dark eyes are watching me with interest.
It’s a mischievous expression.
Our eyes met, so I turned my head away.
How can I express this feeling?
Shame? Shame?
Maybe it’s a mix of all those feelings.
Einstein doesn’t care about my unusualness and opens his mouth.
“I’m telling you, it’s you, Aria, who made the situation this way.”
That it is entirely my responsibility.
I am extremely savage with that word.
I feel like I’m the only one wanting you, like I’m the only one having a baby.
But it’s also true that it makes your mouth watery.
“Al, I know.”
That’s right.
I am well aware of the fact that I created this situation.
So you don’t have to remind me.
I looked at him with such feelings.
Even in my eyes, he smiles.
“You look cute.”
A large hand caresses my hair.
It’s a calloused hand, but it’s warm and reliable.
… It’s good.
Doesn’t this make me feel like a pet?
I am not a dog or cat.
I was trying to express that kind of complaint.
But I couldn’t tell.
Being touched by Einstein, for some reason, a sense of relief and fullness filled my heart.
Painful at the same time.
Why do I feel so sad?
I want to get more attention from you.
I want you to touch me a little more with your hand.
… I want you to love me a lot.
When the accident continued to that point, I shuddered.
Damn, it’s a foolish and shallow wind.
When I covered my face with both hands in shame, you forced my arms open.
“Why are you covering your cute face?”
It’s a flattering remark.
Even though I know it’s a flattering remark, why do I feel like my heart is turned upside down?
Is it a pointless laugh?
“That, please stop saying that. Um, are you really ashamed?”
“I’m saying this because I want to see you embarrassed.”
Ugh.
As I tightened my arm, he let go of the wrist I was holding on to.
I couldn’t help but raise a question mark as I deeply felt how strong the man’s grip was.
You let go so easily?
It is an unfamiliar situation, different from the case where we have always been oppressed.
Einstein pressed the bridge of my nose with his index finger.
“What, are you sorry?”
Did I look at him with a sad face?
I’ve been slapped.
“I, not at all!”
Well, there was a breakout.
In vulgar terms, it is called beepsari.
It’s so funny that you might laugh at it or laugh at it.
It is Einstein who only smiles kindly.
Ugh
This moment, this situation is so sweet that I think my body will melt away.
Like cotton candy soaked in water.
Is it okay to have fun like this?
Can I be this happy?
I do not know.
It’s a minute’s worth of happiness.
I am so happy that my head hurts.
I hesitated and asked Einstein.
“Um, that face is really red, isn’t it?”
His gaze turns to my face.
It just makes me feel hotter.
“Oh, it’s like a campfire.”
A bonfire, is it that red?
I puffed out my cheeks sullenly at the direct remark, then stopped.
… I’m not a child, and I want to know what kind of childish complaint this is.
Suddenly he opened his arms and took me in his arms.
A strong chest and well-muscled arms grip me like a deadly snare.
Your muscles are so tight that even though they hurt, you feel strangely good.
It’s a big deal because I think I’ll lose my laugh.
“Aria.”
The call lifted my back.
“Yes, Neet!”
You whisper softly
“Are you not going to sleep? It’s late at night.”
…
What did you expect
Stupidly
The pink feeling has subsided a little.
I squint my eyes and shed Einstein.
“… How can I sleep in this situation?”
“Are you embarrassed?”
That’s right.
Lying side by side in the same bed, how can I calm down?
I’m still pounding like this, do you think you’ll be able to sleep?
Surprisingly, I was sharing the same bed as him.
How, how did this happen?
I recall a memory just a few tens of minutes ago.
Upon entering the inn, we went straight to the counter.
‘I want to get two adjoining rooms, but do you have any left?’
Einstein seemed to be trying to use each room in consideration of my mental and physical stability.
That’s because there was a big incident today.
That’s a fair judgement.
At Einstein’s words, the waitress looked over the reservation list and said,
‘Well. We have a room that meets your criteria. May I guide you?’
Although.
To be honest, I didn’t want to part with you.
I wanted to be by your side.
Only then will this confused mind be settled.
So I grabbed his cuff and shook his head.
‘Astein, how about having one room?’
‘… Why?’
His questioning face stares at me.
I was out of breath.
My heart aches throbbing.
I want to be with you.
I want to be by your side
I want to tell you this clear feeling.
But it’s too raw to spit out, and it’s a strong emotion.
I look for good reasons for men and women to share the same room.
I don’t think it would work without a lame excuse.
‘Ha, rather than having separate rooms, it costs less money to have one room, right? Hey, it’s always been that way.’
My face must have turned bright red like a ripe persimmon, right?
When I gave a clichéd reason, Einstein, who had been listening carefully, replied bluntly.
‘That’s what happened when I didn’t know about your circumstances. Aren’t you comfortable being alone to relax? Don’t worry about money. It’s because the kingdom provides plenty of support anyway.’
The negative comments are back.
I was terribly shocked.
I didn’t think my proposal would be rejected.
‘That’s right?’
My words trembled.
My vision is blurry.
What if you think of me as a sloppy woman?
You don’t think it’s annoying, do you?
I bit my lower lip.
Einstein, who I confirmed to be downcast, he spoke quickly.
‘Wouldn’t that be uncomfortable? Even if I’m by your side.’
At those words, I immediately became angry.
It’s because he didn’t push me away because he didn’t like me or because he was dirty.
Einstein was just concerned about me.
I was overjoyed by that fact.
‘Not at all! Employee, please give me an empty room right away!’
In retrospect, it was such a stupid thing.
There was no need to shout at all.
I still remember that the employee gave Einstein an envious look.
… It’s really embarrassing.
Anyway, we entered the room the waitress guided us to.
It definitely felt better than the inn I stayed at in a village halfway up Mount Ascendio.
First of all, the room was spacious for a private room.
That doesn’t mean it’s overbearingly wide.
Would you say it’s a comfortable place to stay alone, and a space that won’t be too much trouble for two people?
The composition of the room is relatively simple with one large room and one bathroom.
It’s a private room in the first place, so it would be greedy to want a more organized configuration than this.
In my opinion, it is a neat and calm room.
So is the furniture.
A decent sized dining table and set of chairs, a closet with robes and other clothes, and a large bed.
Overall, I like how it creates a natural atmosphere without compromising the aesthetics.
There are also large windows and curtains covering the windows, perhaps for light.
There is a small wooden table by the window, and a pot of blue flowers is neatly placed on it.
It is truly a place that claims to be a cozy home.
Should I say that my heart melts?
Not sure if it’s just me, but Einstein admired it a little.
‘It’s a nice place.’
‘Iknow, right.’
‘Aria.’
‘Yes.’
‘I’ll sleep on the floor.’
‘… Leave the bed?’
I saw the bed.
There was only one, but it’s huge, so I think it’s enough for two people to sleep.
It’s nice to sleep together.
Before he could even say that, Einstein spoke first.
‘I’m a man too.’
For a moment I couldn’t understand why he said that.
‘Why is that? In the past, casually…’
‘Are you really okay?’
What are you worried about?
This person is.
‘Yes, it’s okay because he’s Einstein.’
How he misinterpreted my words, nervously scratched his head.
‘Are you trying to seduce me now?’
Temptation.
Me, me?
My heart skipped a beat in an instant.
Well, come to think of it, is this a temptation?
Same room.
Same bed.
Saying to stay together.
I realized it belatedly.
I quickly hung my head.
I couldn’t bear to raise my head.
‘Don’t be shy, I’m shy too.’
After Einstein said that, he tried to lie down on the floor.
Am I sleeping in bed alone?
That can’t be done.
I hate being alone now.
I couldn’t tolerate his behavior so I pulled his arm.
‘Uh?’
Surprised by injustice, you lost your balance and fell face down on the bed with me.
I didn’t care about the soft feel of the bed or the soft cotton duvet.
Einstein.
I feel only you.
They are so close that their breath touches each other.
I said it with shame.
‘Sleep together, please.’
‘… He’s more forced than I thought.’
‘Do you not like it?’
He raised his eyebrows and raised his lips crookedly, as if he was embarrassed to answer.
Einstein, who was so flustered, was unfamiliar.
After a while, you said reluctantly.
‘If you like it, then I like it too.’
So the scene changes for the first time.
I finish the flashback and see Einstein right in front of me.
The sharp eyes were docile and so were the stubborn mouths.
A smile that only shows me, a consideration that only shows me.
Each one of them shakes my heart.
On the one hand, I have a terrible assumption that this is all a dream.
Wouldn’t the hero named Einstein be an illusion created by me out of so much despair?
When I open my eyes, won’t all of this disappear like the bubbles in the mermaid princess?
When I think about it, my head goes blank.
My image seems to change to empty and desolate.
Even if you rub your chest with your hands, it doesn’t calm down at all.
“You look bad, what kind of delusion are you having?”
“… Do you see that?”
“It’s been several months since I’ve been hanging out with you, so I vaguely know.”
Has that much time passed already?
Cool.
When I came to my senses, the memories with you are increasing.
When I came to my senses, I thought of you like this.
I mustered up my courage.
I mustered up all my courage.
“Astein, I have something to tell you.”
“What to say?”
“Do you hear me, ooh, don’t you laugh?”
“I can’t promise.”
He only fidgeted with his chin, but gave no definite answer.
“Then I won’t tell you.”
“Why don’t you tell me first?”
Shall I say it or not?
If I say this, won’t you disappear like a mirage, and I’ll go back to the darkroom underground?
When I think of that, my body trembles.
I’m scared and I’m digging deeper into your arms.
Einstein hugged me quietly.
I desperately hid my anxiety and asked.
“… Isn’t this a dream?”
“Dream?”
It was a serious question, and you burst into a cheerful laugh.
My face was distorted, of course.
“… Liar. Even though I asked for it, he laughed right away.”
You took my hand and made it face your chest.
The beating of a heart that beats violently is transmitted through the palm of your hand.
“Does it still feel like a dream?”
“… Yes, it is like a dream.”
“It is undoubtedly a reality.”
I pursed my lips.
“Did the fake say you were fake?”
“There is no such thing as disappearing silently from your presence. I swear.”
I almost had a hiccup.
You say it’s real, but you know it’s still unrealistic?
Looking at you who only says what I want to hear, even if you don’t have a sense of reality, you don’t have much.
Maybe that’s why I can muster up the courage.
“… Einstein, yes.”
“Yes.”
Your eyes are on me
I didn’t avoid it.
I know it’s presumptuous.
I know it’s an overkill.
What should I do though?
“I like.”
He said it casually, as if flowing.
It’s okay even if this feeling doesn’t come through.
Because you made it so that I can’t leave without saying it.
It may have been that he just wanted to hear it.
But why are you stiff?
“…”
Like a person who has been shot.
Like someone caught off guard.
Einstein looked at me quietly.
I couldn’t stand those eyes.
“It’s not like I was hoping for an answer. I-I know I’m a dirty woman. I just wanted to tell Einstein that I like him. This is a strange confession, isn’t it? I know, I know, but…”
You didn’t say anything.
I just covered my mouth with my mouth.
I opened my eyes wide, then slowly closed them.
And focused on you.
The tongue is tightly mixed.
As if I forgot how to breathe, I long for only your tongue.
Sooner or later our lips will fall.
It was a pity, and a strange moan came out because it was pitiful.
The saliva stretched like a spider’s web.
“Ha ha.”
I take a rough breath.
Is it my breath, or is it yours?
That doesn’t matter anymore.
I ask you in an anxious tone.
“Please do it one more time.”
You covet my lips again without a word.
For me, who had thought of it as a creepy act, this kiss was special.
Was it that pleasant?
Was it an act that made you feel full of love like this?
Why didn’t you know
Side, side.
An obscene sound of water is heard.
But neither I nor you care and covet each other.
The heat gently warms the body.
My stomach hurts.
It’s a pleasant pleasure.
Your lips move away
Too bad.
It’s too bad that it ended like this.
“… Once more.”
Even if you try to be satisfied.
I can’t be satisfied.
“Once more.”
Even if you try to satisfy your thirst.
It doesn’t fill up like a bottomless dock.
“Once more.”
I’ve said it over and over again.
You adjusted to me without showing any signs of getting tired of it.
At some point, we were out of breath enough to be aware.
“… Einstein, would you like to do something more raunchy?”
