The Me Who Wants To Escape The Princess Training 144 min read
In the end, I couldn’t block the secret door.
Despite grieving over it, I didn’t have any time to do so anyways since Clark-sama continued to whisper things into my ears.
Clark-sama kept the table away from the bookshelf and left, only whispering to me in the end. He’s doing whatever he pleases too often.
“Don’t you think so, nii-sama?”
“You called me here to talk about this?”
My brother said with a disappointed face.
By the way, I can’t go out, but there’s no problem with me calling visitors in to talk to. And because of that, I called my brother.
“No, that’s not why I called you here for…”
“Then what is it?”
When I slightly hesitated on what I wanted to say, my brother made an annoyed face. I don’t think this is the type of attitude one would use on their real sister.
“Clark-sama’s sexual harassment is too cruel.”
I resolved myself and tried saying it. My brother gaped at me.
“Clark-sama’s sexual harrassment is too cruel.”
“No, wait, you don’t have to say it twice.”
I’ll stop saying it again as my brother commands.
“You guys are fiancés, so you don’t have to fuss over it.”
“But I don’t have any resistance against males, so it’s cruel of him to do so!”
“Calling him cruel…”
“So I thought to build up my tolerance!”
My brother answered in a surprised voice at my words.
“Clark-sama’s probably enjoying the fact that I have no tolerance! If I become familiar with men and don’t react, that’ll probably be enough.”
“Ah, no, it won’t be enough–“
“That’s why, onii-sama–“
“Listen to what others say first–“
Saying that, I grasped my brother’s hand.
“… What is it, onii-sama?”
We stared at each other, and then my brother spoke up.
“What’s the meaning of this?”
“I thought I should build up my resistance against men by touching you, who’s a man.”
“…And your impressions?”
“I don’t feel anything at all.”
“Of course you don’t!”
He shouted and removed the hand I was grasping.
“I’m your brother before I’m a man. Your heart won’t flutter because of that.”
Thinking there was a reason, I pondered.
“Then I’ll try it out on other people.”
“You don’t have to go that far.”
“But if I–“
“That’s enough, just stop it.”
I stopped, seeing the serious expression on my brother’s face.
“Listen here, don’t do anything weird, just tell him directly.”
“I did, but he didn’t listen.”
“Just telling him won’t do.”
My brother beckoned me to come closer and whispered his strategy to me. When I heard that, I looked at my brother in doubt.
“Is that really going to work?”
“It will. No doubt about it.”
My brother nodded. I didn’t think it would, but my brother was awfully confident.
Anyways, I have no choice right now but to try it.
I nodded at my brother.
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Clark-sama used the secret door and came into the room.
When I called out to him, he happily walked towards me.
“Please stay where you are.”
When I said that, Clark-sama stopped.
He asked in a perplexed voice.
I made as angry a face as I could manage.
“Clark-sama, you touch me too much.”
When I said that directly, Clark-sama showed a somewhat surprised look.
“But it’s normal for fiancés.”
“Not for me!”
When I stressed my words, Clark-sama openly looked disapppointed.
“But I love you, Letty, so I want to touch you.”
He made a face like a puppy being cast aside, but I’m not moved by it. I’m angry.
“If you touch me anymore than this, I won’t ever call your name your whole life!”
Clark-sama held his breath, and staggered forward.
“M-my whole life?”
“That would be troublesome…”
“Therefore, touching is prohibited from here on out.”
Clark-sama looked at me, wanting to say something.
I stressed my words.
Hearing his words, I let out a sigh of relief.
I managed to get through that conversation!
“A-another is to please tell me beforehand if you’re coming into the room.”
Clark-sama looked blatantly heartbroken. But that has nothing to do with me. It’s punishment for being so mean to me all this time!
“Thank you, onii-sama.”
I whispered my thanks to my brother.
‘Tell him you won’t call his name in the future. He’ll definitely agree to your conditions. Say your words strongly and a little harshly. There’s no point if you don’t say it seriously.”
My brother has more style than I do. I’ve always thought he was a good-for-nothing pest, but let me take that back.
For the first time in my life, I was thankful for my brother.
I feel kinda bad for Clark, but he does deserve it for sexually harassing Letty all the time. LIKE CHILL BRUH.
Also, it seems I accidentally scheduled this for next Sunday instead of yesterday so here you guys go. Late post!