Mary_Algen_Guiang1

WARNING: Mature Content.

Winner of WPC #197 (Silver)

The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. 
When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." 

I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. 

I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?"

I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine.
 
"I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you."

He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night.

"Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. 

I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. 

"Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. 

I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant.

I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. 

"Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. 

I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control.

He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists.
"Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head.

He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck.

"Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. 

"You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile.

"I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.

The Male Lead is Obsessed with Me (Book 2)

"A robot?!" My mind nearly exploded from the shock upon being handed a present by the royal butler.


"Ahem, it is a personal creation, your majesty. So please forgive its imperfections," Daisuke bowed even as I'm sure that my reaction did not escape him.


"How did you know how to create this? How are you able to create this without advanced technology?" It doesn't sit well with me that he can do robotics despite the setting of the story being backwards.


This doesn't happen in the story I have written. I never painted him to be this unusually smart, no never in my mind have I painted him as such.


It dawned on me that Daisuke was the most unusual character in this story, his behavior is not only different from what I have written, but even his intellect and knowledge on far too many subjects.


A master of royal social etiquettes, an advanced strategist, and now, robotics! What the hell is happening in this world that I supposedly created?


It's like it is being controlled by a force unknown even to me, the writer. Have I entered an entirely different story? But the characters are the same, so it can't possibly be, right?


Daisuke clapped his hands and the robot puppy moved, angling its head just a bit, and smiling the cutest of smiles.


"Ahem, Poco loves," Daisuke said, and the puppy bot responded, wiggling its tail.


"Poco loves Momma and Dada," the puppy bot talked back and melted all my anxieties away. For he was the cutest robot in the world, both in my world and in this one for sure.


I laughed as it wiggled itself more so that I let it down on the ground. "Thank you, I'm sorry for how I reacted earlier. It is a very beautiful creation, are you sure you are giving it to me?"


Daisuke, hugged the robot pup and cradled it in his arms, sat down on the grass beside me.


"Princess, if you can accept my humble gift. Please let him call you his mom. He was programmed to have some sort of emotions, so accepting the role as his mom will make him very happy, and I as well, as the giver," Daisuke said, those eyes of blue sky smiled so sweetly as well.


He was breathtaking, and even more so now. His black blazer was left on the chair, and his long sleeves white shirt and uncentered necktie just make me want to fix it for him, like in those romantic animes I have watched.


"Ahem, what do you say princess? Will you be Poco's mom?" his eyes just melted my heart over and over again. He was the sweetest, most perfect guy any novel can ask for. Too bad, I'm not even the protagonist!


"Yes, I would love to be his mom. But then he said he loves both his momma and dada. So, do you mean?" I blushed from realizing how it sounded.


"Ahem, that will be me, your majesty. His dad," Daisuke said, his eyes just hypnotizing me to agree to everything he just said, and everything he is about to say.


"Then how about custody issues," I said, breaking our eye contact and staring at the blue sky instead. Damn, even the skies make me miss staring into his eyes! There is simply no escaping this man.


Stop this, Maru! Stop simping! He is not an anime guy! I repeat, he is not an anime guy!


"If you can allow it, your majesty, then let's have joint custody of our child," his voice suddenly turned serious, like we are discussing our child's custody or something.


I blushed profusely as I was forced to look at him again. It was a mistake for nothing is as magnificent as the view of Daisuke's silver hair against the sun.


Silver as the moon when it is in an eclipse, and eyes as blue as the deepest ocean. Daisuke is the weakness that my otaku heart can't handle!


I'm simping way too fast and way too much. I'm just glad he can't read my thoughts, or I will surely die from embarrassment!


"Princess, your nose," Daisuke said, as he hurriedly took out his handkerchief to wipe the blood.


I forgot that nosebleed from too much otaku chills is possible in this world!


Poco Loco