Lanceil spaced out while sitting in front of his desk.
The conversation he had with Agatha in the hospital kept replaying in his mind again and again.
“Sir Lanceil? Is that you?”
With heavy eyelids, Agatha forced her eyes open, and she tilted her head to him.
“You’re awake,” Lanceil greeted while sitting next to her bed.
“Where am I?”
“Inside your room. The woman next door said that you fell unconscious on your way to the condominium.”
“The creepy woman next door?”
“Creepy?”
Now that Agatha brought that, Lanceil would agree that their neighbor looked creepy.
“I want water,” Agatha begged.
The strained expression on Lanceil’s face loosened as he looked back at Agatha. “Wait a minute. I’ll get you a water.”
He stood up and poured water into a glass.
He helped Agatha sit up and then he handed her a glass of water.
“I feel so dizzy,” Agatha breathed after taking a sip.
“You will. The doctor said that you’ll feel dizzy. So, lie down again.”
Agatha shut her eyes and inhaled sharply to ease the pain. “I really feel so weird,” she murmured as she opened her eyes again and tended to his side. “Am I drunk?”
This is the first time that Lanceil heard a person claiming she’s drunk after taking a sip of water.
“No, you’re not,” he replied, chuckling.
“Then, why do you look so handsome?” she asked.
The smile on his face vanished, and his complexion turned from tan to red. He’s aware of his good-looking visual but hearing it from Agatha gave butterflies in his stomach.
“Sir, you look so handsome,” she added, smiling like an obsessive woman. She raised her hand and cupped his burning cheek suddenly.
“H-Hey…” Lanceil protested. He was about to pull down her hand from his cheek, but he remembered that he did the same thing before, like holding her face when she was unconscious, and even tasting her sweat.
Perhaps, it would be okay to accept his punishment from Agatha. And so, he stayed still.
“Sir,” she whispered.
“W-What?” he stuttered then gulped.
“You look like a tomato,” she chuckled.
Instead of getting annoyed, Lanceil just scuffed, “Huh.” Then he laughed a little.
“This is the problem,” Agatha murmured, sighing. “Why are you so handsome? If only you look like a squid, it’ll be better?”
With a scowl on his face, Lanceil stared back at her. “What? Squid?”
“Yeah,” she replied, nodding her head. “I hope you turn into a squid, Sir.”
Lanceil’s jaw dropped.
Many called him ‘handsome’, but he never heard anyone wish him to be ugly.
“That’s very stupid, you know?” he replied while blinking swiftly. “Why do you want me to look ugly?”
“Because it’s dangerous,” she complained, then withdrew her hand from his cheek. “Looking at your face is dangerous for me.”
Agatha avoided his direction, while Lanceil continued gawking at her side profile.
He wanted to say the same thing to her; he also sensed the danger whenever he looked at her.
‘You don’t know how much I tried to suppress my worldly desires, Agatha,’ Lanceil thought while looking at her, and her lips.
That damn lips were slightly opened as if waiting for him to bite it.
‘No. She’s sick, Lanceil. Shut it!’ he complained inwardly.
Lanceil looked away from her lips and inhaled sharply.
The doctor said that he should take care of her all night if it is possible, but he’s having second thoughts right now.
“Just sleep, please,” Lanceil begged his maid.
He stood up and stepped away. But Agatha held his wrist, and so he looked back.
“I hope we can meet again in our next life,” Agatha said. “In that life, I am not someone else possession.”
The man who kept quiet for long seconds, returned his response, “What do you mean by someone else possession?”
Agatha lifted her head to him. Her eyes widened. Even though she’s in a half-conscious state, she realized she uttered something that she should not. So, she thought of changing the topic in an instant.
“By the way Sir, where are your other briefs?”
“W-What?” Lanceil asked, blinking swiftly.
Why did the conversation suddenly shift to his underwear?
“I noticed that day by day, your undergarments are decreasing. Where did you put your other briefs?”
There was a day when Lanceil saw Agatha handwashing his undergarments. Since that day, he did his best to hide his dirty undergarments and bring them to the laundry shop instead.
He was so embarrassed that a young maiden was washing his used briefs with her own hands.
“T-That…” he stuttered while thinking of an excuse to justify his action.
“Also,” Agatha added, “can you tell your stupid brother to stop mast*rbating?”
Lanceil froze.
“Whenever I wash his undergarments, I always see white sticky fluid in his briefs. Tell him to do it while he’s naked. If he keeps on tainting his clothes and the bed sheets, I will really kill that idiot.”
The second-hand embarrassment made him speechless at that moment. He didn’t know what to say or to think at all.
“But, Sir Lanceil is different,” she added. “You’re a very clean person. Even though you’re still a young healthy man, it seems you are not interested in such things.”
“I-Interested of w-what?”
“Masturbating.”
Lanceil felt the lump in his throat. He really wanted to shout at her and tell her to shut up.
But that time, his soul left his body, and so did his ability to speak.
But that’s not the end.
Agatha patted Lanceil’s butt, then she said, “Keep it up, Sir. You’ve got my respect.” She yawned widely, lay down on her bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
After remembering the events that night, Lanceil caught his head with his hand.
“That stubborn lady,” he murmured, heaving a sigh.
He put his hand down and looked at the thin air.
“You’ll be disappointed if you read what’s on my mind every time I think of you,” he whispered with a groan.
When he looked down, he found himself getting an erection.
Lanceil pressed his temples.
“No. Not here in my office. I should do it when I get back.”
For the first time after long years, Lanceil was looking forward to going back home.