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A tension enough to wake me up from my drowsy state slowly overtook me.
What if he says he was bored or he doesn’t like it?
I have to send him. But where? He’s a kid who doesn’t know anything about the world. And I… What should I do? Until the meeting between Serdebella and Merson, I should be safe and sound so I would be able to return home… But if Merson says he doesn’t like it…….
Selfish.
That word pierced my heart. My heart fell to the floor.
When Merson meets Serdebella, it might rekindle the feelings of his past love. Then I can go home comfortably. Because this is the flow of the original story.
I was not comfortable with the sloppy rationalization and the unknown throbbing of my heart. My head was filled with complicated thoughts.
“It’s good to be together.”
It was Merson.
“Yes?”
“Wherever it is, it’s good to be together.”
It was as if my parched throat was finally given some water to quench the stabbing thirst. My heart, which had fallen beyond the basement, was lifted, and I felt like I could breathe.
Merson was just answering me as if he was talking to me. A deep breath burst out as if I had escaped a momentary crisis.
But is this real relief? In this situation stained with lies…… ?
The tension was still clinging onto my body, but I quickly clenched my palms. For now, just this… Yes, first of all, Merson said he didn’t hate it.
And bitter thoughts followed.
I’ll let him meet Serdebella. I’ll let him take his place back. When that time comes, even if I leave, he won’t be in pain.
“Ah, no, well… If you suddenly say that…….”
Chenin’s words were filled with joy as well as embarrassment. Her intention was clear, so a smirk flowed out from me. Hey, he didn’t say that to you. Why don’t you spit out those butterflies in your stomach?
“Hoo, if you say it like that, there’s nothing I can do about it. I am a woman who is weak to temptation.”
There was a sexual atmosphere in her tone of voice.
Grriitt-
There was the sound of a chair being pushed. Huh? Huh? Without thinking, I opened the door to make a ‘bang!’ sound.
Chenin, who was wearing high shoes, pushed her face with her arms wrapped around Merson’s neck, stopped at a loud noise and looked at me.
“… Unbelievable.”
A scene of adultery. Not Merson, but Chenin… she’s a married woman
“Merson?”
I called him because I felt a creepy chill oozing from him.
Momentarily, my eyes met Merson. It didn’t seem like he was the one I knew. Those eyes… It looked like it had overturned and was spewing blood.
When I closed my eyes tightly and opened them again in the surprise, all I could see was those stupid, innocent puppy eyes that he always had.
Merson pushed Chenin and sprinted to my side.
“Sleep more.”
“It was noisy, so I went out for a while.”
Chenin looked me up and down and exclaimed, “Huh!” and laughed.
“What, are you married?”
What about you?
Chenin, realizing the meaning of my gaze, hesitated for a moment, then opened the fan and half-covered her face.
“It’s late… I’ll just go back.”
… What is your purpose here? But I did not try to stop her.
As soon as Chenin left and the door closed, Merson rushed to kiss me.
“Huup!”
It was a deep kiss that seemed to swallow my lips, cheeks, chin, neck, and chest. Normally, I would have been angry when he kissed me without asking for permission, but now I was not.
I responded to his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him tighter.
Chenin, who I thought would return after a day or two, stayed in the village for an unexpectedly long time. It seems like she didn’t come to Sezaine because she missed the village chief, and even more so it didn’t seem like she came because of the nostalgia of her hometown.
Then why did she come? Annoying many people. Oh, the village chief must be sad. Okay cancel those words I said, cancel, cancel!
Chenin looked around town every day, yet repeated the word “I’m annoyed” over and over again. If that’s the case, I’ll quietly enjoy tea time in my room, but I don’t know why she was having such a hard time herself.
Well, whether Chenin visits the village or complains, it does not matter to me… I was in the same situation now. Because..….
“Would you mind holding my hand?”
Because we were accompanying her.
When the carriage came out of the impassable path, Chenin let out a sigh that suppressed her anger, and she was forced to lift her butt off. Merson got off and I was about to follow, but, uh, I was shoved to the side.
“… my hand.”
Chenin shoved me with her butt and crouched awkwardly at the entrance of the carriage, making a “hohoho” sound. Then she stretched out her hand gracefully in her white lace gloves.
“Go on.”
As Merson stood still, Chenin urged. A strange eye-battle began, and some time passed, but no one moved.
Eventually I gestured to him from behind to grab Chenin’s hand. Just hold hands and put her down! Let’s get off too!
Merson looked at me with his eyes wide open and nodded his head. Finally, he reached out his arm and pulled Chenin down. Chenin raised the corner of her lips as if satisfied, and said briefly, “Thank you.” like a noble lady.
Phew, I almost died trapped.
“Uh, huh? Hey!”
The moment I was about to get off, my waist was caught. Without even realizing it, Merson came down holding me in a princess carry in his arms.
Seeing me like this, Chenin’s gaze was so ferocious that the back of my head stinged. It had been a long time since I had gotten off the carriage, but my feet did not touch the ground. Excuse me… can you let me go?
“Hmmhmm!”
It was Chenin. She tapped Merson’s arm. Now I can feel the hard floor beneath my feet.
Chenin gave him a blatant look of displeasure and said, “Hey!” in a loud noise and walked away. Her shoes must be uncomfortable.
Not surprisingly, we returned back to the carriage in less than ten minutes. And that’s because Merson carried Chenin on his back.
In the end, Merson sacrificed his back because she had swollen feet, whining that she could not walk. I wanted to shout, ‘Then you can decide whether to continue staying here or not!’ But I couldn’t because the village chief’s face was so dazzling.
Chenin secretly touched Merson’s chest while she was being carried. That’s sexual harassment, excuse me!
Not only that, Chenin took us on every itinerary. Well, I got into it by chance, and she probably wanted only Merson to come with her.
Chenin pointed out Merson to the village chief, saying that it would be nice to have someone to talk to because she had come to the village after a long time. The village chief, unaware of his granddaughter’s dark heart, asked Merson and ‘me’ at the same time.
It bothered me so much, but the villagers were less offended by the presence of Chenin and Merson.
I saw Chenin’s expression crumple like a worm when Uncle Paul asked us to take a bite of the peach he had been harvesting on the spot. But Chenin took a glance at Merson, and was forced to smile and bite it.
It wasn’t just this. When Aunt Crieta gave her a finely ground herb to use as a bathing salt, Chenin smelled the herb’s unique grassy smell and smacked it with her hand.
But when Merson said harshly, “pick it up,” Chenin smiled awkwardly and said, “Oh my, my hand slipped?” and picked it up. She didn’t even forget to say thank you.
The problem was that whenever she had time, she groped Merson’s body and made every effort to seduce him.
Things like deliberately stepping out in a baggy one-piece pajama and exposing one of her shoulders, or pretending to fall and grabbing Merson’s arm and pushing her chest in. She must have done worse when I wasn’t watching.
However, Merson showed no interest or reaction as if he was looking at a stone by the side of the road.
It seems like she should give up by now, but Chenin started to seduce him more boldly. Finally,
“All I need is Mr. Merson. Miss Erina, please go.”
She wanted to rearrange the furniture in the room, so she was holding on to Merson. No, how can I trust you to leave our rabbit-like Merson alone? Absolutely not!
“I will help you a little. I’m a little worried about leaving Merson alone.”
“He’s not even a one or two-year-old kid, so what to worry about. Don’t you think it’s overprotective? And I don’t need women because we’re only moving furniture.”
What do you mean only moving furniture! The village chief is not at home, so why is there a pure white tablecloth in the kitchen? For God’s sake, why are there two glasses of wine?!
“Still, it’s better to do it with a group than alone…….”
“I told you, I don’t need women. And I think Aunt Aja is calling you?”
What a stupid cliche that is.
“Oh my, why do you look like that?”
I must have put on a rotten expression without realizing it. I put my hand on my waist proudly and stopped in front of Merson.
“I’m not going, I’m not!”
“Pfft.”
A laugh?
Chenin pointed her eyes behind me. What, why?
“Young bride! You didn’t come, so I asked what you were doing, and you are still here? Haven’t you been told to come over to my house?”
“What? Oh that… was real?”
“Then is it fake? Hurry and go.”
Aunt Aja walked out with quick steps. Crap, what should I do?
Merson just looked at me with a face that didn’t know anything at all. Looking at Aunt Aja, it seems like a really busy job… ugghhh!!