Even the Mister Wants to be Healed -3

Phew. Phew. Phew. The breathing sounds are sticky.

An unfamiliar sight.

My breathing and Noah’s breathing mix to form a strange steam.

In the midst of it, I stood feeling like garbage. Why my heart was racing and I was feeling flushed even in this situation.

“Ah… that mister…”

“Hmm…”

“…”

Noah looked at me with an embarrassed expression.

She must be surprised.

Even I think I’m not in my right mind.

No matter how close we are, to suddenly touch a girl’s body like that.

Was it because Noah was generally so receptive to physical contact?

“Noah.”

“Yes!?”

“Are you okay?”

Uuuuugh…

Noah’s face, making such a groan, was like a tomato.

She seems to feel embarrassed.

I apologized to Noah.

“I’m sorry.”

“What? Why are you apologizing…”

“I’m sorry for startling you. After all, you’re a girl.”

“No, that’s…”

“I’m sorry.”

I kept apologizing.

When I bowed my head, Noah seemed to be flustered rather than relieved, and even started stumbling over her words.

“I’m really okay!”

“But… you even made that sound. It must have been unpleasant-“

“It’s okay! Ra… rather, I liked it!”

“You liked it?”

Noah nodded.

“Yes… actually, I was a bit tired too. So… hehe.”

“I see.”

Fortunately, Noah seemed to have calmed down.

I reflected. I vowed never to do such a thing rashly again.

With that resolve, I put on my clothes. It might have been my imagination, but Noah seemed to have a somewhat regretful expression.

…No.

Come to think of it, her face was excessively red for just having worked hard on a massage.

It can’t be.

I believe in our Noah. That she’s not a pervert who pants at the sight of someone else’s body.

“So, Noah, what now?”

“Huh?”

“Isn’t it time for you to go home?”

At my words, Noah looked at the clock.

It was quite late, and outside was dark.

“Shall I take you home?”

“No, then you’d have to go out again, mister.”

“Then what should we do?”

Rolling her eyes slightly, she looked at me and asked.

“If it’s okay, can I stay just for one night?”

“That’s fine, but why…?”

“I’ll nurse you tomorrow!”

+++++

Shoooower.

Pouring water streams.

“Pheeew…”

A warm shower after a long time.

Noah’s long sigh came out with it.

‘A shower should definitely be with warm water.’

The sensation of all the dirt on her body being washed away.

Noah really liked this feeling.

However, even as these things were being washed away, there was one thing that just wouldn’t disappear.

“…Mister.”

It was the memory of the mister.

Today’s events remained deeply in her memory like old stains, refusing to be erased.

The mister’s emergency room visit, giving the mister a massage.

And…

Noah lightly touched the back of her neck.

The strange sensation as if the mister’s hand was still touching her.

‘…Why was it?’

When the mister touched her neck, she felt a strange sensation.

A slight warmth on her skin, friction on sensitive skin.

Then a current that seemed to run through her entire body.

To the point where she momentarily saw stars.

When he touched her gently and slowly, she felt impatient.

To the extent that a yearning overflowed from deep within her heart.

‘…I wish…’

…Huh?

“Wh-what am I thinking, Na Noah…!”

She never thought she would have such thoughts.

I wish he had touched me more… what was that?

“Phew… get a grip.”

Noah gathered herself and dried her body.

Opening the drawer with her dried hands, she saw clothes.

Clothes that the mister had brought for Noah.

A white T-shirt and short pants.

He had prepared the smallest ones he could, but due to the difference in body size, they looked like giant sheets to Noah.

Even amidst all this, impure thoughts flashed through Noah’s mind.

Noah let out a hollow laugh at this.

…I have to admit it.

“I really must be out of my mind.”

To have thoughts of wanting to smell those clothes when seeing them.

To want to fill her nostrils with the mister’s scent.

“Phew…”

She emptied her mind and put on the clothes.

Needless to say, the clothes were so loose that she could almost go without wearing pants.

But that wouldn’t be right.

For a girl to not wear pants.

Of course, if the mister liked that sort of thing, she would willingly-

“Argh! Why is the mister appearing in my thoughts again!”

Adolescent girl Na Noah.

Her heart was nothing but complicated.

Because of the presence of one man who kept appearing even when she closed her eyes.

+++++

I haven’t told Noah, but recently, I haven’t been sleeping well.

What I’ve been feeling lately is that my sleep is very light.

My body jerks up at the slightest sound, and while wandering in the gap between dreams and reality, it’s suddenly morning.

My body, not even allowed the brief escape into sleep, suffers and just starts functioning again.

But something strange happened.

I didn’t take medicine, nor has my illness disappeared.

‘…I slept well for the first time in a while?’

Even if it was because I took sleep-inducing medicine at the hospital yesterday, I didn’t take any medicine today?

“Did you sleep well, mister?”

When I opened my eyes and got up, I saw someone. The lighting was perfectly illuminating from behind, making it look like a halo.

“An angel…?”

“A-angel?!”

“Ah… I see…”

No wonder my body felt light.

“Am I… dead…?”

“Who’s dead! Get a grip, mister!”

I heard a scolding voice.

Only after rubbing my eyes vigorously and looking again could I identify what it was.

“…It’s Noah.”

It was Noah.

She was staring at me while wearing a T-shirt that didn’t fit her body.

I wondered why she was here, but then I remembered.

‘That’s right, she was going to nurse me today.’

Noah didn’t go home yesterday.

She showered, borrowed my clothes, and slept in the living room.

Not only that, she also talked with me until I fell asleep yesterday.

And the result is this.

I slept soundly, and Noah is welcoming me with a smile.

“I’ve prepared lunch, come and eat before it gets cold.”

“…”

I almost burst into tears.

“Huh… mister, why are you about to cry?”

“Noah…”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to just live with me at my house…?”

A warm morning where someone welcomes me.

How long has it been since I felt this? In my previous life, I craved false warmth, but today I realized clearly.

That she’s truly an angel without wings.

Hearing my words, Noah waved her arms up and down.

“Wh-what are you saying! I’m still a minor!”

“Hmm…? I meant I’d rent you a room and you could come live here…”

“Ah…”

“What were you thinking…?”

“Well…”

Noah mumbling. With that, another thought occurred to me.

Then Noah, you.

“…Then.”

“…”

“Would you consider working as a maid at my house?”

“A maid…?”

It sounds nice to call it a maid, but it’s actually a housekeeper.

However, it seemed that Noah’s thoughts had already gone in a different direction.

“N-no way.”

“Really?”

“A maid? Are you thinking of treating me like a servant, mister?”

Flush. Noah’s face turning red.

Only then did I recall that she was a similar type to Kkomul-i.

She was also a fan.

Of quite hardcore romance novels.

In her mind right now, she’s probably imagining herself in a maid outfit and an evil master treating her like a slave. That is, me.

“Ugh… whoa…”

I wonder what she’s imagining.

Looking at her like that, I felt mischievous.

I turned around and whispered softly into the ear of the daydreaming girl.

“…Having vain fantasies in front of your master, you naughty girl.”

“M-mister?”

“Do you want to be punished?”

“Eek!?”

Jump!

Noah jumping up.

Her eyes are full of shame.

“Ah mister, really!”

“It’s the fault of the person who let their guard down.”

“What is that! That unreasonable statement!”

“The world has always been this way. It’s always been an unreasonable place.”

“…Hmph! I’ll absolutely never be a maid!”

She turned her head coyly and left the bedroom.

She says she won’t do it.

Actually, even if she wanted to, I couldn’t let her.

Kkomul-i is at home, and I can’t be certain my villain activities won’t be discovered.

“Mister, come out quickly! Eat your meal, we have things to do.”

“Things to do?”

“Yes, I said I’d nurse you today, right? That includes rest.”

I nodded.

Helping someone rest could indeed be considered a form of nursing.

Especially for someone who collapsed from overwork.

When I went to the dining table, my eyes widened.

It was too luxurious to be called a simple lunch setting.

Doenjang jjigae (soybean paste stew), spam, spring vegetable salad… Noah must have shown her skills.

“…Wow…”

“How is it? Looks delicious, right?”

“…Indeed, as a maid in our house-“

“I said no! Just eat first. Then I’ll specially consider it.”

I sat down with a smirk.

Clack, hot rice and utensils placed in front of me.

The food was, of course, delicious.

Well, with whose skills could it not be?

As I kept uttering exclamations of admiration, Noah stuck her head out.

Now head pats are an everyday thing.

“Hehe…”

Well, she looks happy, so I guess it’s fine.

As I was eating the hot doenjang jjigae she had prepared, I suddenly asked.

“So what are we going to do after we finish eating? You said you’d make a healing schedule for me today, right?”

Healing schedule.

It’s the schedule Noah told me about last night.

Today’s rest schedule, she called it.

To my question, Noah answered by taking out a game cartridge.

“Hehe, that’s why I borrowed this from Taehwa.”

“What is that?”

Noah’s lips curled upward.

“Mister, let’s play that, you know, ping pong.”