About

It didn't take long. How long could a mere brush of lips last? That day, walking through a needlessly spacious house, I first encountered the texture of lips bumping into mine, the temperature, the heat of being out of breath from running, and those two dazzling gems looking at me without a single speck of filth. Wearing a dragging maid's outfit that didn't even fit her size, she picked up the fallen white cloth without an apology and ran away as if fleeing. Like a lost kitten. I gave my attention to her, who had run away without a single word of apology. My arrogant thought that I would just have some fun and throw her away was a complete miscalculation. Whenever I was living the life of a precious young master, I would see her running around. Before I knew it, the maid uniform that was twice her size had become a perfect fit. Having watched her slowly since childhood, she had become a proper young lady. I, who was always popular at school and in society, was merely 'a young master a few years older' to her every day. I was the first one to speak to her. It was absurd; everyone else was busy wanting me, so why did you always look at me as if it were no big deal? She took my gaze, my mind, and even this heart that beats violently just by thinking of her. Then what should I take from her? Unilateral extortion feels unpleasant, but seeing that face that knows nothing of the world trying to get close to everyone made me feel anxious. I want those hands that are given to anyone to touch only my body. Kitten. You should look at me. The way to tame a kitten that wants to be free, with the least amount of injury and punishment, is to keep her on the palm of my hand. Her desire for action must be fulfilled only by my side. Even if I have to put clinking shackles on her. My sinister mouth, which puffs on cigarettes every day, wants to bump into her clean and sweet mouth once again. On the day she cries looking at me, I intend to take everything from her, not just her lips. The more one feels it's the worst, the more they are drawn to each other, becoming foul and petty, yet also beautiful.