Collector’s Cage - Chapter 68

While Froy was away, Hermie mulled over how much vacation she had left. A week had passed, so there were about three weeks remaining.

Could she get away from him within those three weeks? She was fairly certain she couldn’t. He clearly wasn’t going to let her go easily.

He never showed the slightest sign of tiring, even after sucking and biting her all day. If anything, he just got more excited and clung to her more.

‘I’m crazy, too.’

It was ridiculous, but Hermie also felt affection for his actions of confining her. It was a feeling that had changed as soon as she became aware that she liked him.

Even back then, when she was truly trapped in a cage, she had been so cautious, afraid of feeling this way.

The feeling of settling into the reality. The weak desire to rely on his affection. Hermie admitted to herself that she had grown weak.

She wanted to stop thinking so hard, stop resisting so painfully, and just let her body go with the flow. It was an extremely dangerous thing.

“Hermie.”

Froy had returned.

“Yeah.”
“You must be cold. Let me dry you off quickly.”

Froy approached and dried Hermie’s wet legs.

He wiped down the table and floor with a dry towel, then finished cleaning up neatly with a wet cloth.

Hermie simply watched him move diligently.

What nobleman acts like that? Froy, kneeling before her without any reservation, looked strange to her.

Every time he acted like that, she kept getting her hopes up. The hope that Froy might truly like her. The wish that there might be genuine sincerity in his affection.

But, afraid of getting hurt if she hoped for too much, she didn’t dwell on it and brushed the thoughts aside.

After finishing the cleaning, Froy put the cloth outside and handed her a white dress.

“Hermie, put this on.”
“My clothes? Finally!”

Hermie’s face brightened as she eagerly took the clothes. They were the first clothes she’d worn in a whole week. There was no underwear, but still, having something to wear gave her a sense of stability.

“It’s a bit thin.”

Froy tilted his head, looking at Hermie wearing only the dress.

Without hesitation, he reached out and cupped her chest, which was visible through the fabric. Due to the lingering arousal, her n*****s were standing e***t.

“Ngh, stop it. You idiot.”
“Because you’re cute.”

Froy let go, smacking his lips. He had thought she looked prettiest when uncovered, but there was also a taste to the imagination stimulated by her being slightly concealed.

Ah, to think there were still so many things to discover like this. Froy pressed his temples firmly as if troubled.

“This is a real problem.”

He might end up spending his whole life exploring Hermie, unable to ever leave this room.

“What’s the problem now, don’t look at me like that. Turn your head.”

Hermie shrank back, wary of Froy. He always did weird things at times like this, so she couldn’t help but be on guard.

Froy let out a small laugh, scooped Hermie up, moved her to the bed, and whispered softly,

“Let’s rest a little, then do more.”

His voice was sweet, but what he said wasn’t the least bit welcome.

“No, I don’t want to do it anymore.”
“What am I supposed to do then?”
“Figure it out yourself. You can take care of it on your own.”
“That’s mean.”
“You’re meaner.”

They lay side-by-side on the bed, bickering. As if getting revenge, Hermie pinched the bridge of Froy’s nose, and Froy whined that it hurt. It didn’t even hurt that much; he was just putting on an act.

“Is it okay for you to keep doing this?”
“Huh? Doing what?”
“…You’ve just been in the room lately.”

Because of that, she wasn’t lonely or forlorn, but inwardly, she was worried.

He must have things he needs to do. Is it really okay for him to idle around like this? He’s the Marquis of the overflowing-rich Ozette family, but his work must be piling up for sure.

Froy rested his cheek on Hermie’s palm and gently deflected the question.

“Hermie cries when I’m not here.”
“Well, that’s…”
‘That’s all your fault, you jerk.’

She should be angry, but seeing him rubbing his cheek against her palm and acting cute, she couldn’t stay mad.