Andrea must have been afraid that I would harm myself again, so he took my hands and led me to the bedroom. He silently handed me the underwear and pants I wore yesterday, then went downstairs to ask what time breakfast would be served.
His attitude was very calm and polite, he didn’t laugh at me when he saw me half naked or get excited. In fact, when I panicked over the fact I forgot my name, to calm me down. He quickly gave me the name “Del” as a name to use and revealed his own real name. Aside from his job as a killer, Andrea seemed like a decent guy.
But why did I have such an erotic dream about this kind and loyal man? It wasn’t just a simple dream, it felt forced, fake, and suffocating. I was scared and worried, and that’s probably why I had that dream. But then, the last thing I said in the dream came back to me.
“I want it.”
I let out a laugh and put on my pants, opening the window. I wanted to see if I could escape through it. But we were on the 5th floor, so even if I managed to jump out, I would probably break a leg.
No, what if I just died? Yeah, let’s do that. Before things get even more embarrassing, let’s just end it here…
“Del!”
Someone below called out to me. It was a small voice, but in the quiet and chilly village at dawn, I could hear it clearly. I looked down to find the source of the voice. Andrea was standing in the inn’s front yard, waving at me.
“Come down.”
He pretended to stir a spoon in the air.
“Breakfast is ready.”
He was acting like what just happened was nothing. When I saw his sunny and relaxed face, my appetite appeared. Andrea, being a man himself, probably had some rough idea of why I emerged from the bathroom that early morning, tossing my underwear aside. Despite that, he was pretending that didn’t know.
I closed the window and left the room. The steps down to the first floor felt heavy, but I soon composed myself.
Why should I bother if that bastard wants to play dumb? If I confidently walk out, that should be the end of it. And even if I had a wet dream at my age, he wouldn’t know about it, right?
Suppressing my face, which kept trying to turn red, I entered the restaurant. Andrea was sitting at a table in the middle, with only one sleepy-looking waiter serving.
“Come over here,”
Andrea warmly gestured to the seat across from him. I swallowed my saliva and took my seat. On the table, there was some bread, butter, and a few slices of cold ham.
“They said they can’t give me anything other than this because it’s too early. But as long as it fills your stomach.”
Andrea said as he spread butter on his bread.
“Luckily, the rain has stopped. The roads might get a bit muddy, slowing down our travel, but it’s better than being completely stuck, right?”
“Yeah”
I nodded, tearing the bread into small pieces. The bread was cold and hard.
“The coachman seems to have stayed in a different inn. I’ll have breakfast and then go out to look for him. I’ll ask him to bring the carriage here. Is it okay if we leave a bit earlier? Since we have a goal, it’s better to move quickly.”
“Yes.”
I nodded and started spreading butter on the bread, wrapping it with a few slices of ham. After creating a small sandwich, I took a bite.
“It’s an unusual way to eat. Does it taste better that way? Should I try it too?”
“Do as you please.”
On this particular day, why is he talking so much? I thought dismissively and replied nonchalantly,
“It’s a bit chilly today. It would be nice to have some warm soup. The one we had yesterday was good. Of course, I prefer soups with tomatoes or potatoes rather than cabbage. I used to eat cabbage until it became mushy when I was young. Actually, I have some negative feelings towards overcooked cabbage.”
“Umm…….”
Not knowing how to respond, I nodded, and Andrea smiled awkwardly.
“Does Del like masturbating?”
“Um… yes?”
“Yes?”
“Yes?”
We both widened our eyes and stared at each other. Did this guy just ask me if I enjoy masturbating? Forgetting that there’s food in my mouth, I was about to speak when Andrea titled his head and asked,
“Do you like it? Cabbage?”
“…Cabbage?”
“Yes. I just asked if you like cabbage.”
He pointed out things slowly, as if comforting a child who couldn’t understand what was being said. It was absurd from my perspective.
“What are you talking about? You asked if I like masturbating.”
“…Yes?”
“Does Del like masturbating? That’s what you said!”
At my words, Andrea closed his mouth. His seemingly carefree face slowly turned red, coloring his ears, forehead, cheeks, and neck. After pressing his forehead with the back of his hand, he asked in an extremely low voice.
“Did I say that?”
“Yes.”
“…Sorry.”
It sounded like someone was choking on their words. He awkwardly apologized and suddenly stood up.
“Finish your meal. I’ll go, mast-, no, I will find the coachman.”
You said “masturbate” again!
Whether he realized his mistake this time or not, he made an embarrassed expression and quickly walked towards the restaurant door. Despite tripping over a chair with a loud thud, he ignored it and continued walking. The employee who came out due to the loud noise shouted, “What’s going on?” but received no response.
I lowered my head, looking at the empty seat across from me.
I see…Thinking about what happened earlier. He did think I was masturbating. The only thought in his mind was probably ‘Del was masturbating”, so those words must have slipped out of his mouth.
He was talking excessively to distract himself from the memories of my lower body. As expected, it wasn’t just me being shameless
“Well….Fuck…”
I lost my appetite, left my head lowered on the table and pounded my fist on the table. I heard the staff scolding me from behind, but I paid no attention.
How are we going to ride the carriage together later, just the two of us?
***
After contemplating, I decided to pretend to sleep. Leaning my head against the carriage wall, I closed my eyes. Every time the carriage jolted, my head shook and hit the wall several times, but I didn’t open my eyes as if I had glued my eyelids shut.
Andrea seemed to want to help when my head made a thumping sound, but realizing I was pretending to sleep, he didn’t take any further action.
Honestly, that was more embarrassing, but I couldn’t open my eyes. If I did, I would have to talk to Andrea, and in the process, I might not overcome the awkwardness first and end up blurting out some nonsense.
Absolutely not. Even if something happens, pretend to sleep. Whatever happens…
Suddenly, the carriage came to a stop.
“You guys, might need to come out for a moment.”
The coachman called us loudly. Of course, I continued pretending to sleep and didn’t open my eyes.
I heard Andrea opening the door and going outside.
“What’s going on?”
“Perhaps due to the rain yesterday, the road ahead is blocked. It seems that the earth has collapsed. Riding a horse might be manageable, but with this carriage, it seems impossible.”
“Is there no other way?”
“That’s right. There is a detour, but it would take half a day to go back. It’s too time-consuming. It’s better for both of you to ride horses.”
“Okay. Understand. Return with the carriage.”
“Yes.”
Anyone could tell that after a conversation that seemed like a dialogue between a boss and a subordinate, Andrea came back into the carriage. Even without seeing it directly, it was obvious he was wearing an awkward smile.
“Del, are you sleeping?”
“…”
“Haha, what should I do with you?”
It was just a minute ago that I thought I had to pretend to sleep, and now, how could this situation arise? Is this also manipulation by the system? Trying to mess with me?
“Del, wake up. We need to ride the horseback.”
I slowly opened my eyes. As if just waking up, I blinked my eyes and in a hoarse voice, asked.
“Yes?”
Andrea explained the situation to me, relaying what he had heard from the coachman.
Stepping outside the carriage, I saw dirt and rocks piled up knee-high. As the coachman said, it would be easy enough to tread on and cross if we rode horses, but it seemed difficult with the carriage.
The coachman untied the reins of two horses and brought them towards us. Andrea extended his hand as if to assist me, saying, “I’ll help you up. Let’s ride.”
However, I didn’t take his hand. Instead, I stared in bewilderment at the massive and beautiful beast standing in front of me.
“Can’t you ride a horse?”
“…No.”
I came from an era where people traveled in cars. I looked at Andrea as if pleading for understanding. He nodded and said, “Ah, I see.
“Then let’s ride together.”
He held onto my waist, effortlessly lifted me onto the horse. He then put his feet in the stirrups and placed himself behind me. In an instant, my back was warmed by Andrea’s body heat. I heard Andrea’s voice from above.
“We’ll go slowly. Don’t be scared.”
Andrea reached out and grabbed the reins. This put me in the perfect position to be held in the arms of the man I had been trying so hard to avoid.
Andrea must have been afraid that I would harm myself again, so he took my hands and led me to the bedroom. He silently handed me the underwear and pants I wore yesterday, then went downstairs to ask what time breakfast would be served.
His attitude was very calm and polite, he didn’t laugh at me when he saw me half naked or get excited. In fact, when I panicked over the fact I forgot my name, to calm me down. He quickly gave me the name “Del” as a name to use and revealed his own real name. Aside from his job as a killer, Andrea seemed like a decent guy.
But why did I have such an erotic dream about this kind and loyal man? It wasn’t just a simple dream, it felt forced, fake, and suffocating. I was scared and worried, and that’s probably why I had that dream. But then, the last thing I said in the dream came back to me.
“I want it.”
I let out a laugh and put on my pants, opening the window. I wanted to see if I could escape through it. But we were on the 5th floor, so even if I managed to jump out, I would probably break a leg.
No, what if I just died? Yeah, let’s do that. Before things get even more embarrassing, let’s just end it here…
“Del!”
Someone below called out to me. It was a small voice, but in the quiet and chilly village at dawn, I could hear it clearly. I looked down to find the source of the voice. Andrea was standing in the inn’s front yard, waving at me.
“Come down.”
He pretended to stir a spoon in the air.
“Breakfast is ready.”
He was acting like what just happened was nothing. When I saw his sunny and relaxed face, my appetite appeared. Andrea, being a man himself, probably had some rough idea of why I emerged from the bathroom that early morning, tossing my underwear aside. Despite that, he was pretending that didn’t know.
I closed the window and left the room. The steps down to the first floor felt heavy, but I soon composed myself.
Why should I bother if that bastard wants to play dumb? If I confidently walk out, that should be the end of it. And even if I had a wet dream at my age, he wouldn’t know about it, right?
Suppressing my face, which kept trying to turn red, I entered the restaurant. Andrea was sitting at a table in the middle, with only one sleepy-looking waiter serving.
“Come over here,”
Andrea warmly gestured to the seat across from him. I swallowed my saliva and took my seat. On the table, there was some bread, butter, and a few slices of cold ham.
“They said they can’t give me anything other than this because it’s too early. But as long as it fills your stomach.”
Andrea said as he spread butter on his bread.
“Luckily, the rain has stopped. The roads might get a bit muddy, slowing down our travel, but it’s better than being completely stuck, right?”
“Yeah”
I nodded, tearing the bread into small pieces. The bread was cold and hard.
“The coachman seems to have stayed in a different inn. I’ll have breakfast and then go out to look for him. I’ll ask him to bring the carriage here. Is it okay if we leave a bit earlier? Since we have a goal, it’s better to move quickly.”
“Yes.”
I nodded and started spreading butter on the bread, wrapping it with a few slices of ham. After creating a small sandwich, I took a bite.
“It’s an unusual way to eat. Does it taste better that way? Should I try it too?”
“Do as you please.”
On this particular day, why is he talking so much? I thought dismissively and replied nonchalantly,
“It’s a bit chilly today. It would be nice to have some warm soup. The one we had yesterday was good. Of course, I prefer soups with tomatoes or potatoes rather than cabbage. I used to eat cabbage until it became mushy when I was young. Actually, I have some negative feelings towards overcooked cabbage.”
“Umm…….”
Not knowing how to respond, I nodded, and Andrea smiled awkwardly.
“Does Del like masturbating?”
“Um… yes?”
“Yes?”
“Yes?”
We both widened our eyes and stared at each other. Did this guy just ask me if I enjoy masturbating? Forgetting that there’s food in my mouth, I was about to speak when Andrea titled his head and asked,
“Do you like it? Cabbage?”
“…Cabbage?”
“Yes. I just asked if you like cabbage.”
He pointed out things slowly, as if comforting a child who couldn’t understand what was being said. It was absurd from my perspective.
“What are you talking about? You asked if I like masturbating.”
“…Yes?”
“Does Del like masturbating? That’s what you said!”
At my words, Andrea closed his mouth. His seemingly carefree face slowly turned red, coloring his ears, forehead, cheeks, and neck. After pressing his forehead with the back of his hand, he asked in an extremely low voice.
“Did I say that?”
“Yes.”
“…Sorry.”
It sounded like someone was choking on their words. He awkwardly apologized and suddenly stood up.
“Finish your meal. I’ll go, mast-, no, I will find the coachman.”
You said “masturbate” again!
Whether he realized his mistake this time or not, he made an embarrassed expression and quickly walked towards the restaurant door. Despite tripping over a chair with a loud thud, he ignored it and continued walking. The employee who came out due to the loud noise shouted, “What’s going on?” but received no response.
I lowered my head, looking at the empty seat across from me.
I see…Thinking about what happened earlier. He did think I was masturbating. The only thought in his mind was probably ‘Del was masturbating”, so those words must have slipped out of his mouth.
He was talking excessively to distract himself from the memories of my lower body. As expected, it wasn’t just me being shameless
“Well….Fuck…”
I lost my appetite, left my head lowered on the table and pounded my fist on the table. I heard the staff scolding me from behind, but I paid no attention.
How are we going to ride the carriage together later, just the two of us?
***
After contemplating, I decided to pretend to sleep. Leaning my head against the carriage wall, I closed my eyes. Every time the carriage jolted, my head shook and hit the wall several times, but I didn’t open my eyes as if I had glued my eyelids shut.
Andrea seemed to want to help when my head made a thumping sound, but realizing I was pretending to sleep, he didn’t take any further action.
Honestly, that was more embarrassing, but I couldn’t open my eyes. If I did, I would have to talk to Andrea, and in the process, I might not overcome the awkwardness first and end up blurting out some nonsense.
Absolutely not. Even if something happens, pretend to sleep. Whatever happens…
Suddenly, the carriage came to a stop.
“You guys, might need to come out for a moment.”
The coachman called us loudly. Of course, I continued pretending to sleep and didn’t open my eyes.
I heard Andrea opening the door and going outside.
“What’s going on?”
“Perhaps due to the rain yesterday, the road ahead is blocked. It seems that the earth has collapsed. Riding a horse might be manageable, but with this carriage, it seems impossible.”
“Is there no other way?”
“That’s right. There is a detour, but it would take half a day to go back. It’s too time-consuming. It’s better for both of you to ride horses.”
“Okay. Understand. Return with the carriage.”
“Yes.”
Anyone could tell that after a conversation that seemed like a dialogue between a boss and a subordinate, Andrea came back into the carriage. Even without seeing it directly, it was obvious he was wearing an awkward smile.
“Del, are you sleeping?”
“…”
“Haha, what should I do with you?”
It was just a minute ago that I thought I had to pretend to sleep, and now, how could this situation arise? Is this also manipulation by the system? Trying to mess with me?
“Del, wake up. We need to ride the horseback.”
I slowly opened my eyes. As if just waking up, I blinked my eyes and in a hoarse voice, asked.
“Yes?”
Andrea explained the situation to me, relaying what he had heard from the coachman.
Stepping outside the carriage, I saw dirt and rocks piled up knee-high. As the coachman said, it would be easy enough to tread on and cross if we rode horses, but it seemed difficult with the carriage.
The coachman untied the reins of two horses and brought them towards us. Andrea extended his hand as if to assist me, saying, “I’ll help you up. Let’s ride.”
However, I didn’t take his hand. Instead, I stared in bewilderment at the massive and beautiful beast standing in front of me.
“Can’t you ride a horse?”
“…No.”
I came from an era where people traveled in cars. I looked at Andrea as if pleading for understanding. He nodded and said, “Ah, I see.
“Then let’s ride together.”
He held onto my waist, effortlessly lifted me onto the horse. He then put his feet in the stirrups and placed himself behind me. In an instant, my back was warmed by Andrea’s body heat. I heard Andrea’s voice from above.
“We’ll go slowly. Don’t be scared.”
Andrea reached out and grabbed the reins. This put me in the perfect position to be held in the arms of the man I had been trying so hard to avoid.
