episode_0033

After teaching Mikhail about tables and graphs, the quality of my life sharply increased.

No longer did my desk receive figures written out in text, but rather data neatly organized into tables or graphs.

Even just this much was truly good, but the place where I worked also changed.

I was assigned a decent room instead of a tent where dust flew around.

Except for being slightly in a corner, it was a good room with good sunlight and wasn’t cramped.

Furthermore, for some reason the amount of paperwork decreased significantly, and suddenly some red-haired beauty came and even apologized.

‘I am truly sorry.’

The embarrassment when someone I’d never seen before suddenly came and offered an apology.

But red hair? As far as I remember, the main heroine had red hair.

…… No way. Come on, no way. Right?

There’s no way that crazy guy Mikhail ordered the heroine to apologize to me, right?

Anyway, since we’re pretending to be lovers falsely, there’s no way he wouldn’t tell this to the heroine.

Thinking that way, my mind became comfortable.

In the first place, red hair isn’t rare in this world, and with people like me having pink hair, it must be a coincidence that the hair color overlapped.

As my mind was at ease, the speed of processing documents also increased.

Flip- flip- The sound of papers turning sounded like white noise.

Soon, as the sun behind my back was almost setting, I was able to process all the documents.

“Eutttaetta-!!”

Before that, did some stretching. Sitting for a long time, various parts of my body feel stiff.

After roughly handing the documents to the administrator, I lay my body down on the bed situated in a corner of the office.

Although it was a temporary bed, not very soft and a bit hard, it was better than sharing a room with Mikhail.

Really, what’s with that guy’s lover act. To the point of even sharing a room, it was truly dreadful.

Thankfully, we used separate beds and just slept, if he had demanded anything more there, I probably would have run away immediately.

Still, that life ends today.

Enjoying a feeling of liberation, I changed into comfortable pajamas.

A loose shirt and generous shorts. I wanted to sleep just in underwear, but that would be a nuisance here.

Hmm, my hair is also annoying me. It has already grown to a short bob level and tickling my neck is a bit uncomfortable.

It’s awkward to ask for a haircut here. And I can’t ask Mikhail either.

Knock knock-

Suddenly, someone knocked. Not long after, Mikhail came into the room in his pajamas.

“Misha, why at this hour?”

“Because you weren’t coming back even after time passed. Are you really going to sleep here?”

Mikhail looked at the temporary bed with narrowed eyes.

“Why? If I just close the window, it’s pretty warm. Anyway, it’s early summer now, so I don’t need heating, do I?”

Even when I was originally staying with Mikhail, I only used one thin blanket. What’s the big problem?

“Anyway, you’re uncomfortable staying with me too. Let’s sleep separately from now on. Let’s not make each other uncomfortable.”

“Have you forgotten that we’re currently pretending to be lovers? If we suddenly change bedrooms…”

“So what.”

“What?”

Mikhail looked at me, flustered, when I spoke in a cold tone. Why is he suddenly like this. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve acted like this.

“When we’re pretending to be lovers, there’s no need to necessarily use the bedroom together. Anyway, we kiss and live together every day, so using separate bedrooms won’t look like we’re breaking up.”

“Even so…”

“Besides, why are you so obsessed with the lover act in the first place? We’re friends. Let’s not cross too severe a line. Sometimes when I see you act, it gives me the creeps.”

While I was at it, I spilled everything I had kept bottled up until now.

Things like subtly raising your hand when kissing, acting like lovers even when no one else is around, and lastly, coming to visit without rhyme or reason.

I truly endured it because I’m kind. Now it was the limit. I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“You’re not trying to seduce me, are you? You don’t really want to date, do you. Then please restrain yourself. Every time you do that, I feel nauseous and get the creeps. Besides, you have lovers, what about them? To them, their boyfriend is hitting on some woman…”

“I’m not dating anyone.”

What does that mean? Then what about all those heroines? I know of at least 6.

No, I tried to twist the original, but it’s twisted like this? Something about the direction is strange.

I couldn’t believe it at all and glared at Mikhail, but Mikhail met my gaze.

‘Looking at that reaction, it’s not a lie….’

Okay. Why bother caring about his love life. I cleared up my thoughts that were straying and continued speaking again.

“Ah…. Anyway! I’ll do the promised skinship, but don’t do more than that. Don’t be subtle about it either!”

I deliberately raised my voice at the end. You have to raise your voice at the end to look truly angry, you know.

“Alright…. I’m sorry for what I’ve done so far. It seems it became a bit of a habit, so I subtly put my hand on you too. I’m really sorry about that.”

Mikhail offered an apology in a sincere tone. He’s apologizing this quickly? Not rambling more nonsense?

It feels like I’ve become the bad guy…..

“Uh…. yeah…. Thanks. You don’t need to be that sorry, just be a little careful from now on.”

“Alright. I’ll be going now.”

Mikhail closed the door and left with a dejected expression, unlike himself. His drooping shoulders made him look very pitiful.

I fiddled with my hand for no reason due to a strange feeling of guilt. Ah, damn, why am I like this.

That feeling continued even when I lay down on the bed.

With conflicting emotions, I pulled the blanket over my head, but Mikhail’s drooping back view didn’t leave my mind.

—

“Damn it.”

As soon as Mikhail returned to his room, he spat out curses.

Was going too fast the problem? Damn it. I should have taken my time and progressed little by little over a long period.

My mistake of thinking she would develop special feelings after leaving a kiss mark and rushing the pace resulted in a tragic outcome.

Now it seems I’ll really only be able to kiss. All the subtle skinship and flirting I’ve been doing unconsciously are blocked.

“How do I work this out….”

With his specialty blocked, Mikhail felt helpless.

If I approach straightforwardly, she’ll be startled and immediately run away.

If I approach more cautiously than before, I’ll become nothing more or less than a friend.

Furthermore, while I’m slowly working on her, someone might entice Anastasia.

Because there are an unusually large number of beautiful women here.

‘Should I lock her up?’

Twitch. A hideous desire raised its head from the depths of his heart.

Currently, Anastasia is in an isolated situation. A situation where everyone is hostile towards Anastasia.

Even if Mikhail were to imprison Anastasia under the pretense of surveillance, no one would stop him. They would welcome it with open arms if anything.

Even if he trampled upon her, violated her, and harmed her, there was nothing she could do.

All she could do was despair in a place where no one would listen…..

Slap!

‘Madman.’

Suddenly coming to his senses, he slapped his cheek. As one cheek burned, reason finally raised its head again.

Why on earth did I think such a thing? Why did I imagine something even a beast wouldn’t do?

For a moment, he became disgusted with himself for having such thoughts.

“Let’s get a grip.”

To prevent that hideous desire from emerging again, he raised his hand and struck his cheek again.

Slap!

The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room.

—

“Ahhhh…..”

It hurts. My stomach hurts. It hurts so much.

Ugh… Ugh… Something is coming out. It hurts so much… Ugh…

Someone is poking my organs with a nail. It hurts. It hurts! It hurts!!!

“Heok….!”

I woke up from sleep with a scream.

Heok- heok- My hot breath melted and disappeared into the cold early morning air.

“Haa….”

I sighed and looked around.

The cold early morning wind coming from the open window blew and cooled my body which was burning up.

But why is my body so wet? As if part of my body had melted, my body was strangely damp.

Especially the lower body. I put my hand between my legs and checked the liquid that came out.

Reddish sticky liquid, blood. Even in the dark early morning, I could tell its identity.

“Fuck.”

I wondered why I’ve been so irritable and eating a lot lately, so it was this.

So many things have happened recently that I completely forgot.

I wiped my face with my hand and started cleaning up.

I changed my underwear and pants which were soaked and stained with blood, lit a candle, and illuminated the bed.

A tremendous amount of blood stained the bedsheet as if someone had died, but it didn’t get on the blanket or pillow.

But how should I deal with this. I thought about it and pulled the cord to call a maid.

But even after a few minutes, the maid didn’t come. I pulled the cord a few more times, wondering if she had fallen asleep again, but no one came.

Right, who would pop out when an annoying person calls in the early morning?

“Ha…. Damn.”

That said, I didn’t have the confidence to argue with the maids upstairs. What if they mixed glass shards into my rice then?

Instead, as if throwing a little tantrum, I roughly threw the bedsheet and clothes onto the carpet. The sight of the carpet being stained with blood was a spectacle.

‘They can go screw themselves.’

That will be quite a headache to wash. Scrub it hard with cold water and break your fingernails.

Unable to sleep, I roughly threw on a cardigan and left the room.

Step, step-

The early morning hallway was empty with no people. But the empty space was filled with moonlight and the sound of insects.

It’s quite atmospheric, this.

Thanks to the tightly closed room doors and the contrasting open windows, the atmosphere was completely different from daytime.

Hmm, I feel like drinking. A glass of wine at a time like this would be amazing.

Pop the cork, pour it into a wine glass with a gurgle, and take just one sip…

“Kueuuh amazing…. What? Why is that open?”

Like a line that sticks out because it was drawn incorrectly when coloring, or like salt spilled on the floor that you only see after picking up the container, one door was open.

At that, my mood broke like a ghost and I became displeased. What, who left it open?

Approaching to look, it was a familiar door. This is the door to Mikhail’s room? Why is it open?

On the off chance, I went into the room, and thankfully Mikhail was slumped asleep on the desk.

He’s sleeping at his desk when he has a perfectly good bed? It doesn’t seem like he fell asleep processing documents.

I looked around the room but there was nothing special. The windows were all closed and I didn’t sense anyone else.

It doesn’t seem like anyone came in…. Did he just leave it open by mistake?

“Uh…. Ugh….”

“…. startled.”

While standing still and thinking about why the door was open, Mikhail suddenly stirred. I was startled but didn’t scream.

Almost had a heart attack. Is he uncomfortable?

Going to see what was uncomfortable, Mikhail was shivering as if cold.

I took out a thin blanket from the bed and draped it over Mikhail.

Rustle-

The thin blanket covered Mikhail’s upper body. With careful control, I left his head out so he could breathe.

Sleep with this on and don’t wake up. Don’t toss and turn needlessly and startle people.

Pat pat

I draped the blanket and patted his shoulder gently as a sign to sleep well. Sleep well…..

“…… Asha?”

What the fuck, why is this bastard waking up? He’s the type who doesn’t wake up even if you cover him with a blanket, so why is he waking up just because I patted his shoulder once.

Mikhail woke up with sleepy eyes, perhaps not fully escaping the urge to sleep.

And then he stared at me for a long time. This kind of gaze is too burdensome?

And then he placed his hand over mine.

“For a dream, it’s too vivid….”

Mikhail began to slowly move his hand upwards. From the back of my hand to my wrist, from my wrist to my elbow.

As if touching some kind of doll, he kept kneading my arm as he moved his hand up.

And finally, as he moved his hand above my elbow,

“Is it really a dream….. There’s no way you’d stay still like this….”

Slap!

“It’s reality. Wake up.”

I mercilessly slapped his hand away. As I swatted his hand, Mikhail remained still as if lagging, unable to process the situation.

“Uh…. Uhh? Asha….? What…. What’s going on?”

And the reaction that came late. I want to take a picture. So I can tease him about it forever.

“Why are you here? No, and how did you get in? I definitely locked the door…?”

“Couldn’t sleep so I walked around the hallway and came in after seeing the door open. Thankfully, you don’t seem to be dead. Seeing you even make such a stupid face.”

“I definitely locked it?”

“You must have mistaken it. That’s why I told you to get some sleep.”

“Is that so?”

Mikhail scratched his head and lit the candle on the desk. Flick- The wick caught fire, illuminating his face.

And only then could I confirm the state of his face.

As if he had been slapped at full force by someone, both his cheeks were swollen.

To the extent that it temporarily lowered Mikhail’s appearance.

“What’s wrong with your face? Did someone hit you? It looks like they hit you quite hard….”

“Th-…. That…”

Mikhail seemed flustered by my question and fumbled, unlike himself.

Aha, the heroine hit him. He can’t say it because of his pride. One look is enough.

He pretended it wasn’t there, but how could he deceive my eyes? It would be strange if this face wasn’t there.

She must have been quite annoyed because of the act with me. To slap his cheek so mercilessly.

“Did your girlfriend dump you? She has a truly terrible temper. I’ve never seen someone hit this hard before.”

“…..”

I was half surprised and put my hand on his left cheek. I could feel how swollen it was even by touch.

Mikhail accepted my touch without saying anything. His pride must be really hurt? Seeing him not say anything even with this.

“That’s why you should have been more careful normally. That’s why you got slapped like this, tsk tsk.”

“……. Indeed, she was really angry.”

Mikhail wore a subtle expression for a moment, then soon put on a tearful face and began to pour out his feelings.

“No matter how much I told her it was just acting, she kept getting angry. Did it look that strange…”

“Even if you did act a bit strangely, how could she beat someone this much….”

“It seems she’s completely put off by this incident too. She said she’s withdrawing to the rear. She probably doesn’t even want to see my face.”

Mikhail collapsed onto the desk as he was. Shivering intermittently, he looked truly pathetic.

I went closer, helped him up, and hugged him. When comforting a man, there’s nothing like a hug.

Especially if it’s a woman with big breasts, the effect increases even more.

Regardless of the contents, I have quite large breasts on my body… If it’s good, it’s good, but it definitely won’t be bad.

In fact, when Mikhail hugged me, he paused and then buried his face deeply.

The feeling of a man’s face buried between my breasts wasn’t exactly pleasant, but since he had just been dumped, I decided to let it slide.

I patted his back with a slight hint of personal motive. Hitting him a bit hard.

Pat pat

“Are you going to hold onto her?”

“….. I don’t know. Looking at her reaction, it seems she’s completely made up her mind. Even if I go after her, I don’t know if I can see her again.”

“Okay.”

Words to say didn’t come to mind, so I kept patting his back.

Mikhail received my patting for a long time and then, perhaps feeling calmer, pulled out of my embrace.

But the dejection hadn’t disappeared from his expression yet.

‘It’s a bit awkward to leave now.’

My mind wanted to go back to my room right away and sleep, but I was sure if I let him sleep in that state, he’d keep whining tomorrow.

Can’t be helped.

“Want a drink?”

When you get dumped, alcohol is the best.