Chapter 3 (1/2)

Chapter 3: This isn’t a person, this is a dog (2)

“So, what you’re saying is, I’m the first person you’ve ever bitten, correct? Please speak clearly so people don’t misunderstand.”

“It, it is no-not a m-m-mi-misunderstanding.”

“It is.”

What kind of a situation was this, seriously. This meant that whenever he returned to his senses, he acted like this.

“S-so, it’s a misunderstanding?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

He looked at me with watery eyes. Any signs of his previously beast-like, predatory gaze had disappeared, but he continued to stare at me with sharp reproach.

I thought I could see the ocean in his blue eyes, especially when his eyes, akin to blue jewels were filled with tears…

If a single tear fell, I was going to be nailed down with an immense sense of guilt.

Fantastic.

I felt my conscience unnecessarily pricked, and spoke as I turned my head.

“Well, I’m sorry.”

I rubbed my cheek with my hand and looked around the room, avoiding the staring eyes of Rick Dorian. For some reason, he looked surprised.

“Tha, that’s the first time some, someone has a-a-apologized to me…the, first.”

…What. What was with this guy and his whatever-firsts?

“No. No no no no no no. Let’s get this straight.”

I walked up to him and held his hand that was fastened to an iron chain. Rick Dorian’s eyes shook. I was worried that his hands were hurt, but there weren’t any wounds. Anyway, I held his hand and spoke sincerely.

“Firsts are not important.”

“…”

“It isn’t important that today was the first, it’s important that you will experience things like this in the future, so get used to it. Ah, except the part when you were biting and chewing things.”

So please don’t stick the first label anywhere. I looked at Rick Dorian, hoping that he would seriously listen to me.

– Tak.

He slapped away my hand. I heard the sound of the iron chains rattling against each other. His eyes roamed around the room and his angelic face was now quite red.

“You, you shouldn’t just t-t-touch someone’s han, hand, like that!”

“Hand? It’s not like I’m hurting it in any way. Wait, more than that, were you even listening to me?”

“But it’s a man, man, man’s hand!”

Who was he calling a man. Though his body was a bit large, his face was still like a child’s…was he really referring to himself.

I wondered if I should ask himself something like, ‘Who are you calling a man,’ but I shook my head. He might end up bawling if I said that, and then I’d really suffer.

Pretty boys weren’t my type.

But maybe a grown-up Rick Dorian would be, who knows. He fit the phrase, ‘a beastly beauty’ to a T as the male lead, a fountain of overflowing, unpolished charm and good looks. But, really.

He was a beast, a beast.

‘Phew, especially at night.’

Though his elegant presence was also very charming when he wasn’t a beast, I’d never heard of him being a crybaby. Maybe it was because he was still young?

Four years could really change a person.

“Iana!”