But my father is completely ignorant when it comes to art, so he wouldn’t know what I like… Things like interior wallpaper and furniture have always been my choices ever since I gradually took away my family’s authority when I was young.

No, maybe… he did a background investigation? But the current social season began only a month and a half ago. It would have been physically impossible for the villa to be decorated according to my taste in such a short period of time.

So, could it be that this man and I… have similar tastes by chance? Is that why he became interested in me…?

Amidst having various speculations about the blind date partner I was about to meet, we soon arrived at the parlor. On one side of the parlor, there was a large window that overlooked a garden, and a tea table was set up there so that we could enjoy the sunlight and have tea. The lighting, though, was a bit disappointing because the sky was so gloomy…

However, my blind date wasn’t here.

Wait, why would he invite someone to his house in the first place?

Seemingly noticing my displeasure, the caretaker added with an awkward smile,

“Our master is… quite shy, so…”

Although his stumbling words sounded like an excuse to cover up something, I couldn’t possibly believe that. For now, I tried not to view the situation too negatively. Above all else, I believed in the results of the Black Wings’s investigation and their loyalty that would protect me from somewhere in this place.

“Our master will be coming down soon, so please wait a bit. You’ve traveled a long way, so why not have a refreshing iced tea while you wait?”

Following the caretaker’s gesture, the footman who had been waiting brought a glass on a tray.

“……Yes, of course.”

As I held the glass, the moistness on its surface soaked into my palm. I was already thirsty from over an hour of riding in the carriage, so it felt warm and comforting. The carbonated water, which refreshed the inside of my mouth just by looking at it, had a faint fragrance of mint and fennel, giving a refreshing coolness.

‘Even though I don’t know who he is, we seem to have similar tastes in water.’

But my intuition warned me that I shouldn’t drink this water no matter what. Despite letting my guard down because of our seemingly similar tastes, I hadn’t even seen a single strand of the person’s hair. So I placed the glass on the table, only bringing my lips close to it, and looked around. The attendants appeared, pushing trolleys and preparing tea trays and porcelain cups on the table.

It seems like the protagonist in question is about to appear……

I intentionally turned my head towards the window, pretending not to look like I was eagerly waiting for him, and enjoyed the view of the garden beyond the glass. Until recently, the leaves that used to have a tender green color were now becoming darker in the early summer sunshine. The water droplets splashing from the fountain glistened like pearls, even on cloudy days.

It would have been nice if I had come on a sunny day, the view would have been better. I thought it was a pity and then I diverted my gaze.

Tap, tap, tap…

The sound of footsteps coming from the corridor gradually approached.

I don’t know how important of a person he is, but is he finally coming now? Although I was curious about that expensive-looking face, I lowered my eyes so as not to show any excitement and turned toward the entrance.

Tap, tap, the sound of his footsteps approaching from this side entered my sight. His legs, dressed in beige trousers, were quite slender.

‘He must be quite tall.’

And when I raised my gaze to examine that protagonist…

Why is it suddenly like this?

I feel sleepy…

***

When I suddenly opened my eyes, what came into my sight was an unfamiliar ceiling.

…What is this?

Why am I here?

My last memory was…

‘Waiting for my blind date at Trydon’s villa…’

I abruptly sat up, trying to grasp the situation. First, where I was lying… On which bed? When I turned my head and looked towards the window, the view was the same as what I saw earlier when I got off the carriage. Except the sky had become darker with thick clouds lingering, seeming like it’s about to rain.

So, this is still the same villa where I came to meet my blind date. What state am I in right now…? It feels like I suddenly felt drowsy earlier… I absentmindedly checked my clothes, but there didn’t seem to be any immediate issues.

So, what exactly is this situation? While thinking that, I turned my gaze towards the inside of the room.

“Are you awake?”

There was no sign, but a pleasant deep voice pierced my ears. I looked behind, startled, and there was a figure, as familiar as the voice, standing by the head of the bed.

“…Mishael!”

Surprised by his appearance in this perplexing situation, I looked at him with joy, completely forgetting any worries I had been having about him recently and the strange circumstances.

“Mishael, did you… save me?”

“……”

“I came to meet my blind date… and I lost consciousness. Right? That water… You know, the one I like with mint and fennel. I was really thirsty, but I didn’t drink it even though I put it to my lips. Was it because I tasted it? What’s in it? Do you know what happened?”

I rambled on, still in shock from the suddenness of what had happened. But Mishael didn’t respond at all. He simply stared at me with his vivid ruby-colored eyes, and his beautifully shaped lips remained tightly closed without any intention to part.

“……Mishael?”

“……”

Mishael, who had remained silent all along, slowly moved his body and took a position where we could face each other without saying a word.

My excitement subsided and I took in his features in full view. He was dressed in the off-white monastic robe he usually wears when he meets me, with a jacket of the same color. The buttons of his jacket, fastened below his prominent Adam’s apple, seemed unusually tightly.

As our silence continued, the atmosphere somehow became awkward. I tried to adjust my position and move away from him, feeling a bit uneasy.

“No, Miss.”

Mishael, who had been wearing a calm expression all this time, gently retorted. His hand slowly intertwined with mine, as if hr was about to hold it…

“There was never a marriage meeting to begin with.”

“…What?”

For a moment, I was taken aback by his words. When he leaned in, his handsome face came into view. And before I knew it, his hands were on either side of mine. There was an undeniable heat in the space between us, we were this close when I had once tried to relieve him of his ailment.

Now that I think about it, there was definitely an unfamiliar aura behind Mishael’s calm demeanor. Some kind of passion or desire… It seemed like he was barely restraining something.

“Mi…Mishael…”

Perhaps it’s because of the overwhelming atmosphere that made it hard to breathe. I tried to lean back once more, but instead, Mishael leaned further backward, causing our chests to almost touch closely.

It was difficult to retreat any further in this situation. I turned my body as much as possible to create space and tried to build a barrier between us by crossing my legs tightly. But Mishael showed no sign of backing off, pressing up against me almost to my stomach, creating a steady, inexplicable pressure on one thigh.

Mishael’s condition had struck again.

No. Can this be simply called a condition?

“So, right now, this…”

It was hard not to notice the spark in his crimson eyes as he looked at me.

My father’s insistence on this marriage meeting.

A blind date who kept me waiting for a long time.

And somehow, I lost consciousness, and when I came to, I was on a strange bed.

And there was Mishael, waiting for me to wake up.

‘If there was no marriage meeting from the beginning…’

Gulp, I looked up at Mishael as I swallowed my dry saliva. The novitiate’s uniform, which carefully covered up to the neck, looked quite ascetic, but it did not diminish the charm of Mishael’s splendid facial features. No, rather, his enchanting eyes and sensual lips only made him more decadent.

Despite his elegant attire, the man with a face that would captivate anyone had a pitiful look on his face as he pressed his hideous er*ction against my thigh.

“Miss, are you angry?”

“No, it’s just that, I don’t understand what’s happening right now…”

I had long since formulated a theory that best fit this situation, but I couldn’t believe it, so for now, so I chose to reassure Mishael first.

So Mishael. Mishael is…

“It couldn’t be helped, Miss.”

Like blocking my hopeful thoughts¹The term “희망회로를 돌리다” translates to ‘turning on the hope circuit’ in English. It refers to maintaining a positive outlook or mindset towards a situation, even when facing challenges, Mishael gently grasped one of my hands. Did my fear make him sad? His eyes suddenly became teary, and Mishael leaned his cheek against my hand.

“Miss… What should I do now?”

Looking like the saddest and most mournful person in the world…

“I, who desired to become a priest, have dared to lust after a woman and have fallen into corruption…. Shouldn’t the young lady take responsibility for someone like me?”

“Well, well…”

“I’m dying to bury myself in your p*ssy right now…….”

Just like back then… Mishael’s murmuring voice was as sweet as an angel’s.