Why You Should Be Responsible For Him - Chapter 3 Part 3

“A year ago.”

“It’s been a year.”

Ah, that day.

It was my mother’s memorial day. Ceres sent a letter on that day, but it contained no words, just an illustration of a person’s tooth, like a pebble, pouring out. It was my mother’s. I could tell because I had seen that front tooth many times before, as it had broken when she fell on a rainy day.

As soon as I confirmed it in front of the dormitory building, anger bubbled up from deep within my chest. Simultaneously, I felt incredibly pathetic for being unable to do anything.

My teeth gritted and my stomach burned as if I’d swallowed fire.

…Ceres!

I wanted to express this anger, this exploding emotion, to Ceres.

With my eyes half-closed, I surveyed the surroundings. Snatching the scissors from the seamstress cutting loose threads protruding from my owner’s school uniform, I cut off my hair right there.

The surroundings became noisy, but I couldn’t hear exactly what was being said. I wanted to get rid of the cursed black hair like Ceres’. In my heart, I wanted to shave it all off, leaving not a single strand, but there were limits with scissors.

After cutting it short enough for my scalp to be fully exposed, I picked up all the cut hair and sent it to Ceres. It was a message saying, ‘I am no longer Rovensdi, and I’m not four, you fucking assh*le.’

“That day, Senior took my seamstress’s scissors.”

Ah, was that you?

“Your face was full of tears, but you looked very angry.”

Because I was

“And, it was cool.”

“…….”

“Really cool. To the point where I fell for you.”

You’re really a lunatic.

Ash’s hand, drying my hair, slowed down. He was gently stroking, and his voice was dangerously soothing. If he continued like this, I wouldn’t be able to stay awake.

Thud. Darkness approached. It felt like Ash’s voice was faintly heard at the boundary between reality and dreams.

“That day, I…”

* * *

My back was sore, and as my head began to droop to the side, something warm cupped my cheek and supported it. The warmth felt so pleasing that I unconsciously patted my cheek.

What is this? Feels good.

I woke up in a daze, feeling like I was floating in a cloud.

“Mmm…….”

“Senior, are you awake?”

A nice voice. It’s a childish thought, but I feel like an angel is whispering sweet words in my ear.

“Senior?”

It sounds so foreign for an angel to call me. It’s like Ash calling me…….

“Ash?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

My eyes flutter open. The warm hand on my cheek was Ash’s, and the voice I thought was an angel’s was Ash’s.

Oh no, how long was I asleep?

Looking out the window, the evening sky that seemed somewhat hazy before was now completely dark.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Because you looked so happy in your sleep…….”

Looking happy! Wait, then did he support my head all the time I was sleeping?

Sure enough, Ash, after brushing his hand a few times, began to gently massage, alternating sides each time.

Oh, Ash, I’m really sorry!

“Give me that.”

“……?”

“Your hand, give it to me. I’ll massage it for you.”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“You’re lying.”

I stood up to grab Ash’s hand, which kept withdrawing.

Stumbled.

My legs give out after sitting for so long, and I lean forward.

Uh, uh…….

I tried waving my hand into the air, but it was too late.

With a clunking sound, my body fell. Moreover, it fell right on top of Ash. Although he tried his best to support me, it seemed like his hands couldn’t hold me properly.

“Se-Senior!”

“Ah, sorry.”

“Could you, um, get your hand out…?”

“Huh?”

My hand fell to an unfortunate place. Of all places, between Ash’s legs. It seemed like my hand had precisely hit the center, as if hitting the bullseye if it were a target.

So, it felt even more noticeable. His… p*nis.

“…….”

“…….”

Before I could think of detaching it… I was curious. How long had it been this big? Since I came in from the rain? Since I stripped down to my underwear and put on my robe?

My head was spinning.

“…Senior.”

He called, his voice sounding like he was holding back tears.

“Did you… stand up?”

The giant p*nis was making me quite bewildered.

But, unlike my expectations, the words that came out of Ash’s mouth were not as shocking.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Crazy.”

…This guy was holding a weapon between his legs.

* * *

I’m not ignorant enough to be twenty-three years old and say, ‘I don’t know anything about sex,’ and I’m not inexperienced. One time, of course.

My first and only ‘one-time’ partner was Paul Crowe, the son of Marquis Crowe, who had taken magic classes together. He openly spread rumors about liking me, and due to his relentless pursuit and the pressure from the surroundings, we dated for about half a year. However, we eventually broke up due to my busy schedule.

At the time, the joke among my classmates at the academy was that Paul had a large p*nis, which is why he was sweet when we were dating, but he was… abusive during our first encounter.

That’s not to say that I was forced into the relationship, but despite his constant assurances that it was fine, it hurt like I was being beaten. I didn’t feel good for a second, let alone the orgasm he was talking about.

“So, Ash, is he…….”

It must feel like a bat down there, ugh.

The feel of his p*nis in my hand is not easily forgotten. I squeeze and unclench my hand, and before I know it, I’m curling my hand the way I squeezed his cock.

Startled.

“You’re a scary assh*le, man.”

I don’t know who it is, but whoever ends up in bed with Ash later might be in for a bit of trouble. I wonder how much it hurts, but it’s none of my business.

“Ash’s been freaking out.”

I remember his ears turning a brilliant shade of red, and the feel of my hand beneath them.

Even I was surprised by the moment… I thought Ash looked provocative, and I felt an impure impulse to tease him a bit more. If it weren’t for the fact that Ash was calling my name with tears dripping down her cheeks, I might have gotten a little more naughty.

“Yv,Yveline Senior, please.”

Snick.

I flopped onto the bed, burying my face in the pillow, and sniffled.

Ha, I have to stop thinking about this.

I’m already way past my bedtime. If I wanted to make it through the day tomorrow, I had to get some sleep now or risk my health.

But even in my dreams, I couldn’t sleep because Ash was chasing after me with a black bat.

* * *

The rain that had been pouring mercilessly over the land had stopped, leaving only puddles of water in its wake. The rainy season wasn’t completely over, though, and heavy clouds still hung in the sky.

Regardless, the temperature was fine. The sun is covered and the air is moderately cool, not a bad day to be outside.

“Let’s have the tutoring outside today.”

Not wanting to miss a moment of comfort, I took Ash to a nearby garden. It was set up for tea time for the children of the nobility, so it was a tea table, but there were tables for books anyway, so it wasn’t too difficult to teach.

“It’s a beautiful day, senior.”

“There are only dark clouds.”

“With you, summer is as good as summer, and winter is as good as winter.”

“Summer is hot, winter is cold. Open your book.”

“Yes, Teacher.”

“Senior.”

“Yes, senior…….”

As usual, he listened to me with overwhelming concentration.

The problem was me. I wasn’t focused. Maybe it was because I’d been haunted by Ash the whole time in my dream last night. My hand, sliding under the table, kept morphing into the shape of his p*nis.

This is crazy.

Actually, the weather was an excuse. The real reason was that it was difficult to fully concentrate on the lesson after encountering him in Ash’s enclosed room, so I brought him to the garden.

But the truth was the same. I wasn’t sexually attracted to him, but the fact that he was maintaining his size while not standing was so shocking that I couldn’t get it out of my head.

I’d heard that some timid men get implants underneath to restore their confidence… and I wondered if Ash was one of them.

“Teacher, you’re reading the same place continuously.”

“Ah.”

A sentence was crossed out several times in black ink.

“It’s important. You must not forget it.”

“See below.”

Ash drew three stars above the sentence.

This assh*le is doing this on purpose.

After making a continuous effort to erase distracting thoughts, such mistakes like just now did not happen again.

From the moment I regained my usual pace, I proceeded through the material without hesitation. That is, until I got to “the thing” in the book.

“… The Duke of Denerio had thirty-six concubines, and one night, he displayed such vigor as to embrace twelve women in a single night…”

…with a picture of the Duke of Denerio. His p*nis was depicted as exceptionally large, perhaps because of his nickname, the Night Demon.

Damn.

“…Senior?”

“Hmmm, hmmm.”

I really can’t concentrate.

I flipped the page in a panic.

“You haven’t finished reading yet?”

“It’s not important.”

“I’m curious though…….”

“You’re wasting your time.”

Ash tapped his long fingers on the table and said ominously,

“I’m personally curious about what you did… at night… that ended up in a book.”

I hadn’t expected him to be so direct.

I couldn’t answer right away and just stared blankly at the wall visible through the gaps in blonde hair.

When Ash tilted his head slightly, the hair parted, revealing his blue eyes completely.

“Yes? Senior.”

“Nothing special. Just… satisfied very well, I guess.”

“Satisfied you, how?”

How would I know? I’ve never been satisfied.

“Ask me later, when we meet on the other side.”

The corners of Ash’s mouth turned down.

“Then I’ll never know until I get there, and I hope I do.”

He looked so innocent, like he belonged in a field of white lilies, that I wondered if I’d heard him right.

As if to reassure me that he was right, he said it one more time.

“Can’t you teach me how to be good at this?”

“…….”

Why did the conversation suddenly take such a turn?!

I tried my best not to think of anything weird, but the atmosphere was becoming increasingly flirtatious.

“I’ve never done it before, so I don’t know how to do it well.”

A gossipy newspaper had told me that commoners who weren’t nobles usually lost their virginity at about eighteen, and that some nobles lost their virginity a little earlier, at sixteen or even thirteen.

But here was this twenty-year-old, royalty, talking about virginity.

“I want to do well, too. I want to learn hard and satisfy you.”

What, what, what?

I must have misheard him.

Or maybe I’m possessed by a lecherous spirit and am completely misunderstanding what he’s saying, thinking and talking about something like… cooking?

“Do you have any idea what you’re talking about?”

“How could I not?”

“…No, you don’t.”

Ash’s hand, which had been lingering on the table, came over to mine and brushed my fingers on the pen.

“I know, so teach me.”

“…….”

“I’ll learn hard, and then I’ll make you happy.”

“…You gonna cook for me?”

Ash tilts his head at an angle and smiles.

“I can always cook for you.”

“Then…….”

“Have sex with you, senior.”