As a habit, I nestle into Julia’s arms, and the soft, bouncy feel of her chest presses against me. I glare at Simon with a menacing hyaaak! and deliberately rub my face against Julia’s chest, just to show off. The sensation of her soft, pillowy chest against my cheek is pure heaven. Glancing over, I see Simon floundering, not knowing where to look. What a muscle-brained idiot, daring to set his eyes on Julia. This magnificent chest is mine.
I nuzzle my face deeper into her chest and purr sweetly at Julia. Niyaaaang~ Nyaaaang~
Right, Julia? This chest is mine, isn’t it? Only I get to squish my face into it, don’t I?
Julia’s lips soften at my sweet meows, just as I knew they would. “What’s wrong, our Nabi? Should I brush you again?”
I answer her with a nyaong and steal a glance at Simon. He’s staring mournfully at the overturned basket of jerky. The sight tugs at my heartstrings—just a little. But not enough to share Julia.
“Come on, let’s go get you brushed.” Julia picks me up and carries me toward the brushing chair. I stick my tongue out at Simon from the safety of her arms. You’ll need a million years to beat me, buddy.
***
[K is a cool guy. Handsome. Rich. Loaded with gold coins.]
“Well written, huh?” I proudly show off the characters I’ve carefully written, and Lyx nods in approval. I admire my handiwork with satisfaction.
Lately, I’ve been learning the local script. Not in any formal, scheduled way—just picking up bits and pieces whenever I feel like it. Lyx loves having me sit on his lap, and every few days, he tempts me with offers to teach me more. I see right through his schemes, but I play along anyway.
Since I’m not formally studying, I don’t know many words. I just learn the ones I’m curious about. It’s not like I’ll ever need to write anything myself, so there’s no pressure. Sometimes, just for fun, I cobble together the words I know into short letters for Lyx. They’re only a sentence or two long, but he seems to enjoy them, which makes it all the more fun.
His reactions are so good that I’ve even thought about writing to Simon or Julia. But my pride won’t let me show off my clumsy handwriting, so I gave up on that idea.
This time, I write in Hangul and show it to Lyx: “자동차 (car).” He reads it aloud perfectly. He’s so smart—once he learns something, he never forgets.
I write “졸라맨 (Zolraman, a silly made-up word)”, and he reads it back with a straight face. Hearing the Crown Prince say something so ridiculous in that serious tone of his is hilarious. I kick my legs and giggle, and Lyx, clueless, laughs along. Oh, this adorable fool. Overwhelmed, I pinch his cheek.
Hmm, what else should I write?
While I’m pondering, Lyx’s hand sneaks over to stroke my belly. He’s always poking and prodding at my belly or sides whenever he gets the chance, so I don’t even react anymore. Same goes for when he pecks at the back of my neck.
After some thought, I write Simon’s name: “사이먼 (Simon).”
Staring at it, I recall what happened earlier. The image of Simon staring blankly at the spilled jerky basket flashes in my mind. Maybe I was too harsh. It’s not like he actually tried to seduce Julia or anything.
I write “줄리아 (Julia)” next to Simon’s name.
Muscle-brained virgin Simon and Julia, with her 99-point bouncy chest. No matter how I think about it, Julia is way too good for him.
…Wait, is that really true?
Okay, sure, Simon might be a musclehead, but he’s the son of a duke and the captain of the knights. His family’s loaded, he’s built like a tank, and he’s got that rugged, manly look going for him. Being a virgin at his age isn’t exactly a flex, but hey, at least he’s stayed pure—gotta give him props for that. And he’s not the type to cheat, so he’d make a decent husband.
The problem is, if Simon and Julia get together, I’ll have to share her. When Julia brushes me, her chest is right there in my face. When she holds me, when we play—it’s always there. I don’t even have to try to look, and boom, there it is. If they start dating, I’ll be ogling my friend’s girlfriend’s chest. And I can’t exactly close my eyes every time I see it.
But giving up Julia? Impossible. No other maid brushes me as well as she does. If I let someone else do it, my fur will be a mess.
Julia or friendship. That is the question.
The more I think about it, the more my head throbs. This is the hardest decision I’ve faced since my grandpa and grandma stood side by side and asked, “Do you like Grandpa or Grandma better?” This isn’t something I can solve in a day or two. I need time to think it over slowly.
I let out a sigh of anguish and put down the quill.
No sooner do I set it down than Lyx scoops me up and carries me toward the bed. I wish he’d stop showing off his height and at least ask before picking me up like this.
“Not doing it, got it?” I warn the clingy idiot attached to me. If I don’t draw a clear line, he’ll try every trick in the book. He hesitates for a second before wrapping his arms around me from behind and planting kisses on my ear. His breath tickles, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Ugh. I said stop, didn’t I?”
I try to push him away, but he just clings tighter, whispering in my ear. The way he wraps himself around me makes me wonder if he was an octopus in a past life.
“Just not all the way, okay?”
“Nope.”
I’m starting to waver, but I force myself to refuse again. Sure, I might be a guy, but I’ve got my pride. This is just foreplay for the ultimate dine-and-dash.
And, as expected, Lyx pulls out his final card: “I’ll make you feel good, K. I won’t do anything you don’t like.”
“…For real?”
I shoot him a skeptical look before reluctantly nodding.
Lyx starts kissing and sucking on my ear. The sensation sends shivers down my spine, and my lower half starts stirring. Just a kiss, and my little guy is already standing at attention. I’ve never been this easily aroused before—it’s all Lyx’s fault. Ever since we started you-know-what, I’ve been like this.
He slips his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeply while his fingers tease my nipples. I groan, struggling to hold back the sounds threatening to escape. Moaning from nipple play? My pride as a man won’t allow it. But it feels so good that I can’t help it. I dig my claws into his arm, desperately trying to stay quiet.
Don’t make a sound! Don’t make a sound! No, no, no!
“Mmm…”
Damn it, I made a noise!
Embarrassed, I bite down on his tongue, but that just seems to encourage him. He redoubles his efforts on my nipples, driving me crazy.
Ugh, enough with the nipples! Do something about the real problem down below!
He’s too busy kissing and sucking on my lips and nipples to pay any attention to where it counts. A man’s real erogenous zone is obviously down there, but Lyx either doesn’t get it or is doing it on purpose.
Okay, fine. I’ll admit it—I love fooling around with Lyx. Can you blame me? I’m a horny young man. It’s totally normal! And honestly, it feels amazing. The kissing, the oral—he’s incredible at it all. When he goes down on me, it’s like floating in heaven. What guy wouldn’t love having his partner suck him off with so much care?
But I always act like I don’t want it. Why?
Well, no guy wants to be on the receiving end all the time. You might say, “But it’s normal between lovers!” Sure, but it’s still a blow to the ego. Plus, Lyx is huge. It feels good in the end, but it hurts. So I’ve decided to be a selfish lover—enjoy the oral and call it a day. Operation Eat-and-Run.
And that’s the plan.
