54 – The Red Thread of Fate (3)
If you fall asleep again immediately after waking up, there are very rare cases where the dream continues.
Because the most important memories had not yet returned, I held on to my consciousness and tried to sleep again.
But that only applies if there are no uninvited guests disturbing your sleep.
I tried to close my eyes, stop thinking, and blur my consciousness, but the writhing being in my arms kept pulling my consciousness.
“Ugh… This place….”
At that moment, Priscilla, who had fallen asleep in my arms, seemed to open her eyes.
I had my eyes naturally closed, so I don’t know what condition Priscilla is currently in.
However, I was able to roughly understand the situation through the feel of my hands.
‘What a terrible sleeping habit.’
It looks like he was rolled up like kimbap and hugged and fell asleep, but does that mean he was freed from those restraints in that short period of time?
“Ah….”
Priscilla must have sensed the current situation, and she let out a slightly embarrassed voice and then held her breath.
Seueuugh.
It is the sound of cloth rubbing against each other.
It seemed like he was doing something in a very leisurely manner, like an ant crawling.
Talk.
I noticed that Priscilla’s hand was touching my chest.
“… !”
Come to think of it, I went to bed with her top off.
Until now, we have never exposed our skin like this while sleeping together.
So it’s inevitable that you’ll be so embarrassed….
‘What on earth are you doing, this strange thing?’ !’
Contrary to my expectations that she would panic and keep her distance, Priscilla took in her breath and leisurely caressed my chest at the speed of a slug.
“No, it’s not a dream…” .”
Priscilla muttered softly and then, as if she realized something, she slowly removed her hand from my chest.
It seemed like Priscilla’s heart was reacting loudly to her manly behavior.
“Something extravagant.”
When I opened my eyes and said that, Priscilla was startled and pushed away from me, pushing my chest.
“Oh, sh*t, that…” !”
What on earth are you saying?
I looked at Priscilla, who chuckled and started her pantomime.
That was a mistake.
This is because Priscilla’s top, which had been in a dangerous condition last night, had now lost its function as her clothing.
Because it was night and the sun wasn’t up yet, I couldn’t see it in detail.
However, just the silhouette of something large shaking heavily was fatal to a man in his prime.
The heat that started in my heart quickly spread to all directions.
The change happened so quickly that even Priscilla, who was embarrassed and distanced herself from me, noticed it.
“Ah, ugh….”
Priscilla, who shows signs of a strange lack of affection, always hugs me while she sleeps.
When she opened her eyes from sleep, there were many cases where even her legs were entangled.
And it was the same even now.
I was startled and pushed my chest away, but my legs were still entangled.
In such a situation, if you react to a specific area, the other person is bound to notice.
“….”
“….”
An uncomfortable silence continued between us.
Surprisingly, it was Priscilla who broke the uncomfortable silence.
“I, all men… It’s like that… I heard….”
Priscilla let out an awkward laugh and started stroking the side of my head.
Because it was difficult to answer, I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut for a moment.
“Well, I liked it too….”
Priscilla must have been embarrassed by what she said, so she was busy avoiding my gaze by squirming.
What on earth was good about it? ?
No way?
I carefully held Priscilla in my arms so as not to let that harmful sight into her eyes again.
“Ah….”
Then, Priscilla, whose voice melted somewhere sweetly, carefully hugged me.
“If others knew… “You would say she is an immodest woman, right?”
The doubt became a certainty.
Priscilla seemed to have a big misunderstanding.
When she confirmed that fact, her body, which had been stiff due to tension, lost some of its strength and became relaxed.
I casually combed Priscilla’s sweaty hair.
“Maybe so.”
Priscilla seemed to feel happy with my touch and pushed her head further.
It was a movement that somehow reminded her of the tender boy she had seen in her dreams.
Even back then, she liked it when I stroked her head….
“Well, I am Maximilian’s property….”
As Priscilla said that, she made a statement that rationalized something in her own way.
I thought he was referring to the part where I bought myself by giving Count Cuckoo a large sum of money.
“If it’s still not enough….”
Priscilla said that and ran her hand over my chest with a melted expression.
Following the movement, her chest began to shake as if it were broken.
Perhaps because she was someone who possessed the mana of darkness, I felt my stomach jump at the strangeness of it at night.
If things continue like this, something really big will happen.
I decided to hurry and correct Priscilla’s mistake.
“Something fancy. “What on earth did she dream about last night?”
I said that and fed a little honey balm to Priscilla’s forehead.
“What?”
Priscilla covered her forehead where I had hit her with both of her hands and looked as if she was lost in her thoughts.
She then moved her right hand down, wiggling as if she realized something.
“… Ah, ahhh!”
Priscilla shouted and distanced herself from me.
Fortunately, in that short period of time, he showed off the novelty of covering his body with the blanket that was lying on the bed, so the naked body of the guy who was detrimental to his mental health was never seen.
“uuugh!”
Priscilla, with her blanket pulled over her head, heard a thudding sound of something hitting her.
“Kkkkkk… hahahahaha!”
I tried to hold back because it was quite an embarrassing situation, but I couldn’t bear it when he suddenly showed himself like that.
As I was clutching her stomach and giggling, Priscilla, looking completely frazzled, poked her head out from under her blanket and glared at me.
Her silent pressure felt like it was pushing air into her lungs even more.
After laughing for a long time, everything including the atmosphere became a mess.
“Whoa…” . “Priscilla.”
“… Yes, Maximilian.”
It was truly Priscilla-like to see her pouting and grunting while answering properly.
“Get ready. “Today seems like a good day to go on a picnic.”
When Priscilla mentioned that it was her picnic, Priscilla seemed a little upset and began to fidget under her blanket and adjust her clothes.
I decided to turn my back on him and wait so that Priscilla could prepare in peace.
***
After eating lunch served by Count Cuckoo, who still cuckooed and greeted us, we left the mansion a little early.
There is still plenty of time left on the schedule, but sunflowers are flowers that bloom in the summer.
If I hold back any longer than this, I won’t be able to see the sunflowers again.
“That… “Where are we going?”
“Just follow me.”
I walked along the path of memories, pulling Priscilla with a little force.
For us as children, now a memory, it was actually a long road that was almost a small adventure.
But for us who had grown to the point where it was safe to call ourselves adults, it was a very short distance.
Wheeeing.
Yellow flower petals were mixed in the wind that blew from the gentle hill.
It felt like the sunflower petals had been blown away by the wind. If I had been a little later, I would have been unable to keep my promise this time.
“Maxi, Milian… ?”
When I got this far, I felt like Priscilla knew where I was aiming.
I silently walked forward, not noticing Priscilla’s surprised expression.
‘Memories are glorified.’
It was certainly true, but the road to the hill where the sunflowers were blooming felt more beautiful now than the sight in my memories.
Quuk.
As I got closer to my destination, the strength I felt from Priscilla’s hand on my arm became stronger.
As I followed the source of her faintly trembling hand, I saw Priscilla silently moving her steps with an expression on her face that looked like she was about to cry.
‘Foolish thing.’
He is a mean guy who has ignored me and pretended not to know for 6 years.
What’s so good about a guy like that that he doesn’t utter even a single word of resentment?
─ Liar. He said he would come to greet me soon….
Oh my.
‘… ‘I said one word.’
“Did I say it’s really pretty in the summer…? .”
The moment I finally reached the summit, a breeze blew to cool my slightly heated body.
When I closed my eyes and opened them, a world filled with bright and warm colors greeted me.
“You are right. “It is truly beautiful.”
“Maximilian….”
“Six years have passed since we said we would come to greet you soon. “I’m also a shameless person, so I couldn’t ask you to take me with you.”
Priscilla’s mysterious eyes slowly began to become moist.
“Didn’t you hate me?”
“… “I hated it.”
That was an unexpected answer.
“But more than that….”
Priscilla said and touched her eyes where tears had begun to flow.
It was hard to hear what he was saying because his words were drowned out by the sound of sniffling.
But she didn’t feel that much negative emotion towards her.
I looked at Priscilla and took out the red thread that I had brought with her.
Then, I gently pulled the left hand of the guy who was still wiping away the flowing tears and had not realized what was going on, and slowly tied the red thread around each other’s little fingers.
Priscilla swallowed back the tears that kept threatening to burst out, and looked down at her own fingers tangled with red thread.
I gently held Priscilla’s hand and put on her hair.
Then, Priscilla took out her embroidered handkerchief that she had kept in her bosom.
“The handkerchief symbolizes the veil that the bride wears at the ceremony, and the shadow beneath it symbolizes shade.”
As I said that, Priscilla opened her mouth with a bright smile on her moist face.
“The red thread symbolizes that the fates of two people are intertwined, and symbolizes that the grace of the sun will be with us on our way forward.”
“Will you let go of the setting sun and welcome the rising sun again?”
I was saved by this guy 6 years ago.
Priscilla gave me peace like a warm spring day as I suffered from guilt and helplessness after losing my mother.
It seemed like she could do anything if Priscilla was with her.
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I thought so….
Why did she forget those precious memories for 6 years?
“… Yes, Maximilian.”
Priscilla’s bright smile overlapped with the youthful smile of her memories.
I felt like something I had lost was finally starting to come back to its rightful place.
As we looked at each other for a while, there was a rustling sound from somewhere along with the noise of something falling to the floor.
They must be the maids of Biryonggwan who brought picnic equipment to assist us.
Now that it has become a daily routine, I am not angry.
Perhaps it was the same for Priscilla, so we let go of her hands and naturally laughed.
“Now that I think about it, I think they said they would give you something good if you come here.”
If Priscilla came back here with me, she told me to expect something good from her then.
She asked now, wondering what it might be, and Priscilla looked down at her fingers tangled with red thread, lost in her contemplation.
“… “You took the necklace and now you want the ring too?”
After hearing what I said, Priscilla finally smiled and without hesitation unraveled the red thread that was hanging on her finger.
She then wrapped her thread with the handkerchief she had taken from her bosom, and carefully placed her handkerchief into the deepest part of her bosom so as not to lose it.
“I wanted to give you this.”
Priscilla said this and created her bouquet using the fabric she received from her servants.
A bouquet of sunflowers.
His flower language is waiting, worship and─
“This is my heart.”
I love you.
Priscilla smiled brightly and held out the bouquet of flowers in her arms to me.
I also smiled at Priscilla and it was the moment when Priscilla was about to take the bouquet of flowers that she held out to her.
Suddenly, a headache and a certain sight flashed through my mind.
“Maximilian?”
─ Mr. Maximilian….
─ Don’t call me that, you rotten witch!
─ Do you remember this flower?
Torrential rain poured down from the eerie dark clouds that swallowed up even the sun.
Priscilla, surrounded by thorns made of black shadows, had an appearance worthy of being called a witch.
A black dress reminiscent of her mourning clothes and black hair that matched it.
But more than anything, the unreadable expression in his eyes was truly creepy.
Then Priscilla offered me her bouquet.
The bouquet contained unpleasantly dried freesia.
─ Did you mean to make me like that? Under!
─ Were all the promises of that day a lie?
─ Max! [Shadow of the End] You can’t listen to the story!
─ I know!
“Maximilian?”
I pulled Priscilla’s hand, who was carefully examining my complexion, and held her in my arms.
Priscilla was a little embarrassed, but she gently hugged me.
I could feel Priscilla’s warm body temperature on the skin touching hers.
I felt him and gritted my teeth.
“This time, don’t leave my side.”
“… Yes.”
“It’s an order, Priscilla.”
“Yes!”
… Is Moore a dating simulation of love, friendship, and courage?
Isn’t it a cruel story that is disgusting, malicious, and even hateful?
So, it is a garbage game with a rating extremely between 1 and 5 points.
Trash, like trash, should be buried in a corner and crushed.
There is no room for such disgusting stories to enter into the future of the empire I am drawing.