Masho no Otoko wo Mezashimasu

Ah! My concubine still needs you.

Fufu, is that so? But what do we do...?I don't need a queen. "

Oh no! Don't abandon your concubine!

It's bad to hear about throwing away.... well, if the Queen can swear me a lifetime of loyalty, I'll forgive you for being beside me. "

Oh, really!?

Well then, let's take an oath of loyalty......

What should I do?I'll give you as much money as I want. Or will I make you prime minister?

I don't need anything like that. Just lick my leg as proof of loyalty. "

Wow, I'm from this country...

"Fufu, you're already crawling on all fours with your tongue out."

Theatrical plays are played on the stage.

Does this act look like a major piece in this world, or is it positioned like a Shakespeare piece if you think about it in your previous life?

The story is of a male born as a child of a slave, but the protagonist's remarks are very cattle.

Well, it's good in itself, but I'm not convinced that the genre of this story is classified as pure love.

Crazy.

However, since it is an interesting play, everyone is obsessed with seeing it without even using private words.

The stage has changed, and the roles played by Maicheng and Yachikusa are talking to the main character.

Well, tell me to betray my sister!

"No, I just want you to prove your love for me, that's all."

Oh no......

You can do it, right?

I see...

That's good. A protagonist with a smile.He turned to Yachikusa-san, who was standing beside him with a smile.At that time, Mr. Yachikusa trembled greatly.

"I want you to find out what Lord Middin is keeping quiet."

Mother's......

"I won't do anything wrong. Don't worry.

Both Mr. Yachikusa and Mr. Maicheng are in the role of being dropped by the protagonist, grasping the weakness of the opponent for the protagonist or guilty of wrongdoing.

They are acting well.I'm doing this... but I'm really sick of seeing them being nice to others, not to themselves.

Even if it's in the play.

Recently, there have been a lot of games together, so maybe there is a desire for exclusivity.

... I see. Whatever you say comes to mind.I remembered the memories of my previous life and thought I was mentally a great adult, but it seems that I am not yet mature enough to be able to achieve my vision.

No, rather, it's because of the memory of the previous life that you might be obsessed with saying that you want to monopolize.

I was watching a play that progressed with that in mind.

"Mr. Kushino, how was the play? Was it done well? "

"Fufu. Isn't that great?"

…………

So soon after the play was over, they came to find me and ask me what they thought.

But they look suspicious to me for being slow.

Mr. Kushino?

What's the matter?

Indeed, they both acted well in the presence of these many people.But I don't feel like honestly praising you for seeing other people drop you.

Strangely, I put my hands around the hips of the two people looking at me and pulled them in.

Wow!

Hyah!

And I put my face closer to them.They are completely rigid without knowing why this is happening suddenly.

I whisper in those two ears.

"I think I was good at acting.... but even if it's a role, I wonder if other men can help me. "

"Yes, but it was a girl."

Yes, that's right.

I whispered even more against the two people who tried to disagree while turning bright red.

"Heh... excuse me. I was honest with him."

Fuwaaaaa

"Hyahhhhhhhh!"

After that, they told me that they would not follow other men.

... yeah, I'm still young too.

Kohong, that's right, Mr. Kushino

Hmm?

"Please read this later."

That's how Mr. Yachikusa handed me the paper.

I don't know, it's a good day to get notes.

"Well then, we're going to help the class!"

I'll see you later.

That's what I'm going to see you two off.

Then I felt something uncomfortable on my chest.I touched it and found a note in my chest pocket.... I got it directly from Mr. Yachikusa, so this note must be from Mr. Maicheng.

Hum, would you like to read the notes you received while you were eating lunch?

I think so, I can call from where I left the gym.

"Hey, Amber."

There stood a smiling poet.