Brain Full Throttle! Just Chatted with Another Girl—Do I Confess to My Owner or Not...? The Slave's Dilemma!
Jin Yuseong's mind was racing at full speed. Should he come clean to his owner about that brief chat with another woman... or keep it under wraps? What would a slave choose?
Lunchtime finally arrived, and Jin reunited successfully with Sylvia. She came dashing over—tatata—without a care for noble decorum. Damn, do you like me that much? It wasn't just a little; he was thrilled beyond words.
"Yuseong!"
"Whoa, don't run."
"Yup!"
Thud!
"My owner. You're light, but if you cling like this, I can't move."
"Hehe."
Lucy had told him when lunch was, so he'd waited in front of the classroom ahead of time. Spotting him as she stepped out, Sylvia bolted over—dododo—and threw herself into his arms with a soft poof. She was so lovable like this, yet thinking of his new opposite-sex friend made his chest tighten just a bit.
"You weren't standing here the whole time, right? How long have you been waiting?"
"I timed it perfectly. Barely waited at all."
"Being apart like this doesn't feel great! I keep wondering where you are and what you're doing."
"Whoa. Even empty words sound sweet coming from you."
"It's not empty. I mean it."
She even said pretty things like that. It was because Sylvia was so captivating—way out of his league—that he felt a pang of guilt. But at the same time, he didn't want to burden her with that trivial incident from earlier. No good solution came to mind.
"Let's go to the cafeteria!"
"Sure, sure."
He stuck close to Sylvia again as they headed to the cafeteria. Even while eating, they didn't separate.
Crunch crunch...
"..."
"Hm? What're you thinking about?"
"Huh? Nothing."
She noticed him lost in thought and peered right into his face. He shoved his dilemma aside for now and focused on the meal. They fed each other, chatting away. Just watching her various expressions up close was the sweetest seasoning.
The way her cheeks puffed while she chewed nom nom, munch munch; the subtle 1mm twitches of her facial muscles; her tiny, cute tongue flicking over her lips; her eyes widening round with curious glances at him...
Ah. When did it all disappear? He'd only accepted what she fed him, and the food vanished like melting snow.
"My slave, all done? Shall we get up?"
"Yeah. Time to clear."
"Leave it. Stuff like this is for commoners."
"Really?"
Following her words, he set the plate back down and pondered her beauty, which never failed to mesmerize him. Could anyone ever get used to—or bored of—a girl this pretty? Even if his eyes wandered to another woman for a fleeting moment, could he ever cheat? Really? With Sylvia?
Sylvia wasn't just pretty; she was lovable. Addictive. With her by his side, no other woman crossed his mind. Her smile held a magic that made him want to protect it, never let her feel sad.
...Though in this weird world, it seemed to apply only to him. He wanted to monopolize it all. Her body, her heart. Especially her myriad expressions—they made any other richness in life seem laughable. Her slightly furrowed brows, her smug raised eyebrows, her wide-eyed curiosity, her intrigued gaze, her blissful face savoring delicious food, her lewd expressions, her panting face during lovemaking, her debauched look as she surrendered...
The mere thought of her sad face made him want to cheer her up. He wanted to make her happy. Sure, their master-slave bond was lewd and perverted, but it was pure and devoted. He didn't want to shake their mutual single-minded fidelity. So he absolutely refused to plant painful imaginings in her head.
The thing with Lucy? He was innocent! Totally... right? Fuck. He'd have to sort this out himself. A few words with Lucy—no, they'd talked quite a bit, but still—what was the harm in her blushing? Telling Sylvia would just worry her. Seeing her innocent face spiked his guilt again.
You filthy bastard! What the hell are you doing behind your owner's back?
But confessing would just dump his guilt onto her to ease his own conscience, wouldn't it?
Ugh. What the hell am I supposed to do? No answers here.
She looked as serene as ever. Spilling everything transparently just because he wanted to feel clean—acting like confessing the facts was noble—didn't sit right.
Really, what now? Think. Think.
That nonsense about sharing joy doubles it and halving sorrow by sharing? Total bullshit. Conversations demand caution on every topic. Happiness shared can turn to despair; joy to jealousy; airing sorrow gets fake sympathy while they secretly spread it. Of course, sweet Sylvia might think of it in a way that benefits him... no, both of them. But he couldn't judge leniently. Just now he admitted telling her for his own comfort was cowardly.
Ughhh, so what then?! Why's my head throbbing over this? Confess to Sylvia or not?
The key was careful words. This matriarchal world centered on women. Witches were lewd but faithful, noble-born ones loyal to one partner for life.
Flip the perspective...
If he were some top-tier guy and his girl gave off pink vibes with a strange dude? It'd piss him off. The whole day ruined. Probably nothing happened, but the fact it did was infuriating. But he couldn't avoid all opposite-sex interactions forever, right? Solution found: No need to report every trivial thing. Ignorance is bliss. Confessing every time changes nothing.
Chase off Lucy? What'd she do wrong? Use violence to sour things? Insane. No point harming innocent Lucy.
Fine, don't tell her. ...Nah. I'll tell her. Scratch all that agonizing.
No intent, but he'd flirted enough to make another girl's face flush. That mattered. He was Sylvia's slave. Fuck—better confess honestly than get caught lying later. People need conscience. To this undeservedly beautiful girl, at least sincerity.
Having steeled his waffling heart, he slowly opened his mouth.
"Sylvia, actually... while you were gone, I went to the cafeteria, and I kinda made a friend...?"
"Oh? So what?"
"Uh, yeah. Got bored, chatted a bit. She's a commoner girl... woman."
"Say 'woman.'"
"Huh? Oh, right. Woman. I was hungry, got some food from her, tried getting friendly, and her face turned red. Maybe I got too close...? All my fault. Anyway, that happened. As your slave, can you give me guidelines on how to act around girls my age from now on? I wanna be mindful of your feelings and careful."
"Hngg. Can't you just not meet them? If you're bored, hang with the boys."
"They don't click physiologically. Probably won't get along with guys anytime soon."
Right. He hoped no pretty boys got near him in this life. Specifically, the kind that'd never grace a cover or fanart.
Sigh— For some reason, Sylvia let out a relieved breath.
"You'll be careful on your own, right?"
"Of course. But stuff like today threw me. I wanna be more cautious—draw a line for me, tell me where 'too far' is."
"That's too much. I'll trust my slave from now on. Thanks for being honest."
She grinned mischievously, then wore a knowing look. Her satisfied smile left him gaping, blurting out,
"You knew? How? Were you watching?"
Sylvia approached wordlessly, burying her face in his chest and sniffing. Sniff... haaa...
"Faint, but another scent mixed in."
She lifted her head from his chest with a sly slide and grinned. He nodded awkwardly.
"Oh... I see."
Just sitting together for tens of minutes, and she caught the smell... A handshake would've been disastrous...
He'd purely worried about upsetting his pure woman, Sylvia. Definitely not out of fear of confessing.
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Phew! Felt off, so I hugged him right away—and yep, another scent mixed in. Shocked me. Super faint, but no way I'd mistake it. Hehe. Still, he confessed immediately. My slave only has eyes for me. Makes sense—he's so hooked he tortures me with pleasure.
But other girls are the issue. Didn't expect this so soon. My slave may not have that pitiful, protect-worthy pretty-boy look, but he exudes serious horny vibes. Virgins might sense it instinctively. Like I did. And today... One close girl is enough for me. Forcing it might look bad? Still, he plays with this body alone. Yuseong's woman is me. My exclusive slave. I'm the owner. Other women? No way.