The Me Who Wants To Escape The Princess Training 113 min read

2018.8.31 Thank you for first place on the weekly, different genre rankings.

I, who was being cornered into the wall. Clark-sama, who was cornering me into the wall.

Inside my head rang warning sounds.

His beautiful face firmly stared at me.

Tooclosetooclosetooclosetooclose!

I unconsciously put my hand in front of my face, but Clark-sama simply entwined that hand with his.

Stop it, don’t caress my hand while looking at me!

“You’re really cute, Letty.”

My face felt warm being told that with an entranced voice.

“Of course, the way you turn red is cute as well.”

Clark-sama said, ‘I can say that over and over again.’

No matter how many times you say it, embarrassing things are still embarrassing!

I knew that my face further turned red at Clark-sama’s words.

“Uuuuuuuughh.”

Clark-sama looked at me happily as I could do nothing else but groan.

I’ll say it honestly. I have no resistance towards love.

Before I knew the words of romantic and selfless love, I became Clark-sama’s fiancée. Of course, I was kept away from men so that I wouldn’t be unfaithful. Meaning, this sweet mood is unknown to me.

For a woman who’s had no experience with love, as well as having no contact with the opposite sex aside from family, this kind of attack is a little too much.

Unable to endure, I was close to crying.

“Please forgive me…”

Even I was surprised that the voice I let out seemed to vanish. I’ve never thought I’d be able to let out such a feminine-sounding voice like this.

Clark-sama caressed my face. I told you to stop that!

“Leticia.”

Clark-sama smiled.

“Why don’t we move this elsewhere?”

Before I could let out an, ‘Eh?’ Clark-sama carried me.

“Nooooooooo, let me dooooooown!”

“I’ll do that in a bit.”

Saying that, he went towards the bed.

“Noooooooo, never mind, don’t let me doooooooown!”

“So willful.”

No, this isn’t me being willful. I’m just frantically obeying the warning sounds that’re ringing in my head!

But without granting my request, he gently laid me on the bed.

“Letty, Letty, cute Letty…”

He whispered in a voice as if he was about to lose his nerves.

Clark-sama came closer to kneel above me who was laid on the bed.

This guy is seriously dangerous!

“I-I think this should only happen after marriage!”

When I tried my best to squeeze out my voice, he stared at me with a blank look on his face.

“That’s right.”

Clark-sama said with a look of realization.

“Don’t worry. I won’t do it until we marry.”

“Eh?”

“It’s my dream for us to be connected after marriage — after we’ve officially become husband and wife.”

… So you had that kind of dream, huh?

Having escaped the crisis, my strength left me. I breathed out a sigh, and Clark-sama combed my hair.

“I’ll also wait to kiss your lips until the wedding.”

‘That’s another dream, huh?’ I said.

What I couldn’t say though was, ‘Such girly dreams.’

That’s because he was kissing my hair in his hand.

I’m pretty sure I look funny with how my mouth flapped open and close with a red face.

Ignoring that, Clark-sama smiled.

“I’ll kiss places other than your lips though.”

When he said that, he came near my face.

And after a smooch sound, moved his face away.

“M-m-m-my cheek…”

As I flustered about while clutching the cheek he kissed, Clark-sama looked really happy.

“It’s also a dream of mine for us to make out like this.”

Don’t make it a reality, please!

This was sorta cute.