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Chirp chirp-

The sound of sparrows chirping was heard from outside the window. Opening my eyes because of the noisy sparrows, sunlight was brightly illuminating the room. Is it already noon?

Throbbing, aching

“Ugh….”

As soon as the sleepiness completely disappeared, muscle pain soon began to churn through various parts of my body. My legs, arms, waist, back, neck – there wasn’t a place that didn’t hurt, given how much that damned guy had done.

“Ah, fuck…. How much did he do…. Ugh…..”

To make matters worse, a sticky, viscous liquid, different from lubricant or urine, kept flowing from between my legs. I didn’t need to look or think about it; I could guess what the liquid was.

A sense of discomfort wrapped around my entire body. That damned faggot bastard, fuck. Fortunately, since it hadn’t been long since my period, the possibility of pregnancy was very low, but I knew very well that ovulation would soon occur.

My skin was covered in teeth marks and red, swollen kiss marks, as if I had been bitten by a zombie.

“Ha…. Why not just tattoo ‘his sex slave’ on me instead….. *Gasp!*”

I quickly covered my mouth and looked around. Fortunately, there was no one else in the spacious room besides me.

If someone had heard that and told Mikhail, that bastard really seemed like he would gleefully smile and tattoo my uterus.

‘That was close. I should be careful what I say from now on.’

My situation, where I couldn’t even speak properly, saddened me again. When I was a princess, everyone would let my lewd talk go in one ear and out the other, but now that I’m in a position where I’m the one subjected to that lewd talk, there’s nothing more irritating than this.

Creak-

The door opened and several maids entered. The woman who seemed to be the head maid scanned the entire room once, then waved her hand, giving instructions.

Soon, the maids split into two groups; one group began cleaning the room, and the other group removed my handcuffs and shackles, then dragged me somewhere.

“Wha…. What are you doing?!”

“His Highness Mikhail has ordered that you be washed before partaking in lunch together.”

If I resisted here and refused to eat, I didn’t know what disadvantages might befall Tatiana. I pressed my lips together firmly, stopping myself from speaking, and was silently dragged by the maid.

‘Anyway, I don’t have the strength to walk because of the muscle pain, so this works out well.’

The maid took me directly to the bath, sat me down, and began washing me with quite meticulous care. Despite feeling awkward at the treatment, which was no different from when I was a princess, I surrendered my body to their touch.

The maid group washed me, wrapped me loosely in a bath towel, and took me somewhere else again. This time, it was a room filled only with dresses.

The quite spacious room was filled with dresses and accessories, as if every dress in the world had been brought there. Fuck, what is this now? I distinctly remember Mikhail not having any sisters?

The maids sat the bewildered me in a chair and began bringing out dresses one by one. Are they trying to dress me in this now? What the hell?!

“Take the dresses away. I won’t wear anything but a shirt and pants.”

At my firm refusal, the maids became flustered and started stamping their feet. Then, an older-looking maid appeared from behind and spoke.

“His Highness said you should think about who will pay the price if you do not wear the dress. In my opinion, there seems to be no reason to refuse.”

Gritting sound-

“This damned bastard…..”

His words were simple. Won’t wear the dress? Then I’ll kill Tatiana. You know what happens if you’re stubborn, right?

With a feeling like spitting blood, I told the maid to bring the simplest dress. Then, the maid brought a dress with relatively fewer frills or decorations, beaming with a wide smile.

Of course, it was a simple dress from their perspective, but from mine, it was no different from a shame-detecting machine. But what could I do? To save Tatiana somehow, I had to wear this dress.

‘If I wear this dress, Tatiana lives. If I wear this dress, Tatiana lives…. You dog-fucking faggot bastard. I haven’t even worn one a few times unless it was for a really important event.’

When I put on the dress, a cool breeze passed through my lower body. That sensation was so creepy that I got goosebumps all over.

The maid group who dressed me brought accessories and cosmetics and began to adorn me. Of course, throughout the process of being adorned, I had no choice but to bite my lip tightly and endure my anger.

Finally, when I put on shoes with what the maids considered low heels, the test of patience disguised as adornment time was finally over.

Unable to properly lift my face due to the shame of wearing women’s clothes, I was led by the hand of a maid towards the dining hall.

In the dining hall, Mikhail was seated at the head of the table, sipping wine. As I sat in the chair to his right, a maid soon began to serve the meal.

“Asha, were you alright yesterday?”

“Of course not? You faggot bastard.”

I retorted at him with as much contempt as possible, but it seemed to have little effect on the faggot bastard who was pleased after spending the first night with me.

Despite my heartfelt contempt, Mikhail smiled gleefully and complimented that the clothes suited me well. Of course, I let that compliment go in one ear and out the other.

Salad came as an appetizer. Since I was a carnivore, I didn’t take any salad, but when Mikhail scooped some for me, saying women should eat salad, I honestly wanted to punch him.

I barely managed to hold back by thinking of Tatiana bleeding and dying, but as my appetite wasn’t particularly good, I completely lost it.

Anyway, would there be anyone who could eat normally after seeing their lover dying?

Instead of focusing on the delicious food, I persistently questioned Mikhail about Tatiana’s condition.

“If you grow your hair out here, you’d look really pretty.”

“How is Tatiana? Has the bleeding stopped?”

“It might also be good if Asha wears a ponytail to reveal the back of her neck.”

“She’s not still unconscious, right? She needs to regain consciousness quickly so we can determine if there’s any disability…..”

Of course, since both Mikhail and I were stubborn, our conversation became something akin to a collective monologue.

“Are you going to keep asking? That’s a bit unpleasant.”

“……..”

In the end, Mikhail was the first to back down. He must have been annoyed by me constantly talking about Tatiana in front of him, right?

But since I was the absolute ‘B’ (subordinate/disadvantaged party), I quietly closed my mouth. Mikhail seemed quite satisfied when I shut up.

“I’m looking forward to tonight as well.”

Smack

Finishing his meal, he gave a small kiss on my cheek and left the dining hall. That sensation was so creepy that I rubbed my cheek fiercely with my hand.

‘This bastard isn’t even trying to film a romance, fuck.’

When I saw him just a month ago, he seemed perfectly normal, but I couldn’t possibly guess why he was suddenly clinging to me like this.

‘When I met him before, it felt like we just treated each other like men….’

From a young age, I almost always wore men’s clothes. I threw tantrums to have my hair shaved short and wore shirts and pants.

Even when I grew up, my hair was a bob cut at the level of a short cut, and I wore men’s clothes. I didn’t wear dresses unless it was a truly important state event.

My personality was also rough and not feminine, and I always had the word ‘sex’ on my lips. No matter how I looked at it, there were absolutely no factors that would attract a heterosexual man.

Clearly, in the original story, Mikhail was a guy who normally led a harem group. And in that harem group, there were no cross-dressing women or TS heroines.

With a complicated heart, I twisted the pasta with my fork. Did Billy Herrington really appear and shoot Mikhail with a ‘gay beam’ telling him to become gay? There’s no other explanation for this.

Nom

Meanwhile, the pasta was incredibly delicious. Dammit.

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As soon as I finished my meal, the maid group dragged me back to the bedroom and put shackles on me.

Since they fed and washed me, are they telling me to just sit still and wait for the master now?

“My situation is really laughable.”

Sitting in the locked room with no one else there, all sorts of negative thoughts came to mind, along with thoughts of Tatiana.

Is she even alive? Is Mikhail lying to me that she’s alive?

Tatiana’s appearance when I last saw her flickered in my mind. The sight of a liquid even redder than her hair dripping from her head.

‘Could the medical level of this world save such an injury?’

As for me, because I have ‘golden blood’ and hadn’t been seriously injured from tumbling around so much since I was little, I had no way of knowing what the medical level was like. I had never even been to a battlefield.

“Tatiana……”

Please, please be alive. I wanted to see her fiery red hair and her brilliant blue eyes that resembled the sea again. I miss you. Tatiana.

I’m so tired. I’m being fucked by a guy bastard and treated like a human fleshlight. Even the masculinity I desperately held onto is being denied by that bastard.

I buried my face in my knees. I couldn’t cry because I had moaned so much last night, but that was it.

I missed Tatiana. I wanted to rest my head on her lap and complain about how hard things were.

But the fact that I had to sleep with Mikhail again tonight made me despair.