I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Dining in my own room, which I asked Marin to achieve, was very easy and delicious for whatever reason. It's not that the flavoring has changed, it's the change that comes from Violet's heart.

Violet isn't face-to-face because my father and Mary Jun and the others have visited the room, but Marin handled everything.

Violet also went out of her way to be honest and was not forced to attend dinner seats, so she was caged in her bedroom because of her ill health. I didn't mind if you didn't come all the way out here to invite me to enjoy my family.

"Dear Violet, it's a tea treat plug from the chef."

As I finished dinner and blurred on the couch, Marin, who was out of her seat, returned. On one of those hands a white tray, sweet scent on the air tickles Violet's nose.

"Oh... would you like dessert already?

"You must be tired today… I will prepare tea now"

It's after dinner, so I'm pretty full, but I guess the chefs know the area. While covering Violet's preferences, one by one is made smaller than the other and the overall amount is not that much.

"Well...... thanks. You'll have to thank me later."

The sweets on the table in front of me don't just tell me to eat them, they look delicious. And he's adorable just to tell you not to eat me at the same time.

When I'm tired, it's sweet, and the chefs who cared about Violet waved their arms, so it's only natural that it looks great in terms of flavor.

"Hehe, you're gonna get fat."

End of dinner, a time to call it night. Many ladies would think about their shape and eat, especially to avoid sweetness.

Of course that's the same for Violet. Maintaining shape is a must when you think of the dresses that are designed to fit your body packed in the closet.

But if you put it and the likes lined up in front of you on the scale, the result is obvious. It's more obvious than seeing fire.

"Master Violet would rather be fatter. Around the waist and thighs, not the chest."

"I hope you don't tell me you're impotent... but I like it and I'm not in this shape."

"Is that a dislike for me, let's take it"

"No, I'm not!

Marine with thin, tight but therefore less feminine body, as opposed to Violet, where femininity stands out. As light as it sounds, Marin himself is not dissatisfied if he doesn't care. Violet thinks Marin is more ideal for cracking and being serious.

Large breasts and thin hips are certainly feminine and beautiful. And just because you wanted it, it's not the kind of thing you'll always get.

Violet, who doesn't want it, is a woman of right style.

But that is why when it comes to whether it necessarily works in a good direction...... I will deny it with all my might.

"Well, to be honest, I know how hard it is for Violet, so I'm not envious."

"... I'm glad you understand me so well"

I can't help remembering what I've been through and holding my forehead by accident.

Stab in the social world, gaze at yourself. Perimeter perceptions and responses to assertive body attachment in many ways. Even when I didn't understand what that meant, I felt disgusted with the feeling that it would come together on my skin.

Now as a way to deal with it, I have mastered not spreading more love than necessary, so that I can do it safely on the surface... I don't know if it's in the back, but it would be nice if it wasn't harmful. Because imagination can't be real.

"... from now on, I guess she'll be out too"

…………

Not to mention that girl, Mary Jun.

I know better than to know when. I had quite a bit of disagreement with Violet last time, but this time I will proceed without any problems because I am not going to give any opinions.

And in that venue, Violet offends the first trick.

Violet points to Mary Jun, who speaks intimately to him he admires, and says she is the daughter of a humble whore. Wield whatever words are just facts, hurting Mary Jun as she goes.

(My head hurts just remembering...)

Love is blind, but I was right about that word back then. Hit Mary Jun with all the irrational things that come down on me, and I thought it would be a legitimate right.

Formerly the son of a concubine, now the son of his real wife, whose blood belongs untruthlessly to the House of Vahan. Even if Violet isn't convinced, Mary Jun is the Duke of Varhan's second daughter.

(A little thought would tell... that I was drawing my mother's blood, too)

The same gene as my mother who once devoted her life to that love and ended up not looking to the end. It was Mary Jun, not herself, who inherited her talent to her capable father.

What is in Violet is the glossy beauty of the father concession and the obsession of the mother concession. Based on the last time, I even wonder if I could mourn God's injustice.

Of course, I only think of all of them with my heart because I wish from the bottom of my heart that I would lose my temper like last time.

"Marine is on Violet's side"

"... thanks, but don't be so careful. Your fathers will do something about her, so it's none of our business."

I have no need to distract my father, nor am I willing to disturb Mary Jun.

But what is happening in Violet's knowledge is a problem I've been having, so it won't be very helpful at the moment, which I swear I won't do anything about.

Violet herself seems to be distracted by a lot of things while saying it has nothing to do with Marin.

"Nothing, I hope it's over..."

A desire for himself, similar to a prayer to God, sank into Violet's heart without reaching anyone's ear.