“I like it when you call my name,” the man who had interrupted me said, almost humming in satisfaction. “It’s the name given to me by my master, right? Call it often.”

“Seth!”

“Yeah, good. Very good.”

Was that a command to listen to him?

“From now on, I’ll gradually show you what I like. Oh, but I wonder if my master already knows everything?”

Seth grabbed my wrist with one hand and held it up. Then he made me touch his ear, with a motion too quick for me to halt.

“Haah,” he groaned.

His ears were his most sensitive spot.

When the heroine in the original somehow managed to grab his ear and bite it as hard as she could, that’s when he started to take a genuine interest in her.

“Ahh,” another moan welled up from deep within his body. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, bringing his lips close enough to almost touch. “As I thought, my master knows well what I like.”

You crazy bastard, you’re the one who made me touch you!

He pressed himself against me and panted, “My master knows that I like it, doesn’t she……?”

Seth Milan is a civil servant, but he has a good physique, thanks to the fact that he’s a male lead. I had written that he possessed lean muscles, and now, unexpectedly, I could confirm the setting I had chosen.

“Well, I don’t like it!” I declared.

“Really?” Seth replied in a hushed tone at my urgent exclamation.

“Yes.”

Since he’s the kind of person who would be tempted to verify for himself if I said I didn’t like it, I straightforwardly told the truth.

Luckily, my choice was correct, and the chancellor, who looked like he was going to do something to me right away, fell back laughing heartily.

Then he went out, excusing himself to run a quick errand and leaving me to wash up.

Where to start, what to look for?

How did he know I’m the writer? And if he knows this place is inside a novel, why is he so composed? Is he so crazy that he’s become calm instead?

All sorts of questions swirled through my head.

“Ugh.”

I had a dream of wanting to see the characters I created someday, but I never expected to see them up close like this. It’s so harmful.

“Ha, I don’t want to go out.”

I firmly held onto the bathroom door as if it were the entrance to the last fortress. As I was doing that for quite some time, Seth approached and spoke.

“Master, are you done yet? Do you want me to wash you?”

“No!”

At my hasty exit from the bathroom, the villainous chancellor smiled as if he had expected that.

“Sit here.”

I sat down, nonplussed, in the seat he’d given me, still in my shower robe. 

Sitting across from me, he rested his elbows on the table and propped his arms up. With his face in his hands, Seth was smiling, but his eyes were observant.

“You’re not surprised?” He murmured.

I was startled to pass out, you brat. I’m pretending with all my might.

“Surprised at what?” I asked, keeping my tone totally apathetic.

“That I’m here.”

“You said you’d use this room too. Why should I be surprised?”

“Hmm, yeah. You’re right.”

Seth walked over to me, took the towel from my hand, and began to dry my hair himself. He dried it meticulously, as if there was no job he couldn’t do.

“I’ve prepared clothes for you,” he added, holding out a change of clothes.

I was about to take what he offered, but suddenly, Seth lifted his arm. I automatically lifted up onto my heels to grab it, but it was out of my reach.

“Seth?”

The man smiled as if he had thought of something amusing, lifting the corner of his red lips.

“I’ve come up with a good idea, Master.”

What’s good for you is probably bad for me.

“I’ll dress you myself.”

As expected, I knew it wouldn’t be something good.

I firmly shook my head, not surprised.

“Why? I should know what my master is like too,” the chancellor gently chuckled, his eyes glimmering mischievously. “You know everything about me, Master, even what my body is like.”

“I don’t know?”

“Why don’t you know?”

As Seth tilted his head to the side, his deep red hair cascaded down, and I felt an impulse to touch it.

“Because I don’t?”

I tilted my head to the side as well.

“Hmm, I don’t believe you, but should I pretend not to notice since you’re doing something cute?”

Seth handed me the clothes and slowly turned around. I glanced at him and quickly changed.

I actually did have a rough idea of what Seth Milan’s body is like.

I know that this man is around 180 centimeters tall, has a well-built body with defined muscles from exercising, and that his ears, including his chest, are sensitive spots. I even know the characteristics of other important parts of his body and the scars on his back.

Especially the scars on his back, which were caused by being beaten with a belt by his father when he was young.

But if I were to mention this, something bad would happen immediately, so I choose to pretend not to know.

“I’m curious about what my master is thinking.”

“Eeek!”

When his face appeared unexpectedly close to me, I yelped in surprise. Seth waited until I stopped shrieking and patted my back.

“Why are you so startled?”

“I’m naturally easily scared.”

No, I’m not. I don’t freak out at most things, but I’m pretty exhausted right now.

“Hmm, I see.” A smile crept onto his red lips as if he had discovered something pleasing. “So, what are you thinking, Master?” 

What kind of scheme are you hatching? How can I escape from you?

“Food.”

But my mouth dutifully told a different story. I knew I shouldn’t be showing my true colors in front of this man.

“I haven’t had dinner yet; should I just go to bed hungry?” I asked petulantly.

“No,” Seth reassured me, “I had food brought here for you.”

A moment later, as if to prove his words, the food arrived.

Seth showed no concern about the elderly man who came. He seemed to have no secrets from him.

Bringing me here, keeping me out of sight, and then exposing me defenselessly in front of a random man?

“What, you like him?” Seth asked.

“Why are you suddenly saying that?” I answered his question with a question.

“Because you were looking at him intently.”

“He seems like a reserved person.”

“Ah,” Seth grinned widely. It meant he was really happy, but I wasn’t particularly pleased. “You observed well. He’s mute. I pulled out his tongue.”

I wasn’t pleased because his reasons for being happy were usually different from those of ordinary people.

“He can’t write, so he has no way of communicating anything to the outside world.”

What became clear was that Seth was trying to hide me.

That also meant he wasn’t planning to kill me right away. I drilled it into my mind.

Pulling out my chair, Seth sat down across from me. He slowly tore off a piece of bread and dipped it in some balsamic sauce. Very slowly, as if eating was no fun.

He wasn’t someone who enjoyed eating, despite his appearance due to the male lead buff.

“What kind of food do you like, Master? Meat? Fruits?”

He rummaged through the vegetable salad a few times and started asking me various questions.

I briefly considered lying, thinking that perhaps he would give me the opposite of what I said, but in the end I decided to answer honestly.

I explained that I don’t really have many favorites, but I do enjoy fruit, sweets, and drinks.

“But why are you asking about these things?”

“I told you, I’m curious about you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my master.”

As the person I was talking to was Seth, I wasn’t sure if he meant “Master” in a literal sense or if he was being sarcastic.

The food was delicious, so I ate it eagerly, but Seth didn’t take his eyes off me. I continued eating without stopping.

“By the way master, you never asked me how I knew about you. That you were a writer.”

“Keuk–”

A piece of meat I was swallowing got stuck in my throat.

Seth approached me and gently patted my back, handing me a glass of water.

“You looked so curious, I thought you’d ask right away.”

“Did it show?”