Chapter 243: Sadness
Now all I have to do is wait for you, the Mask of Black, to come to my rescue.
My heart is pounding and I’m so excited to think about it.
To be honest, I’m sorry to be the kidnapper, but I don’t feel fear anymore, I feel like a bridge to help us love each other.
“He’s awfully quiet, by the way. Usually when someone is kidnapped they either cry out or shake with fear, but this guy looks like a woman waiting for her boyfriend on a date… “
And one of the kidnappers is showing such pinpoint deductive powers that I’m tempted to explain to him what the situation is for me, but I’ll have to hold back because my life, not to mention my chastity, would be in danger if I knew that the black masked one is coming to save me.
It’s hard when you want to talk to someone about anything about you in the Black Mask, but you don’t have anyone to talk to…
I’ve told this to my classmates many times before, and they were very interested in it in the beginning, but recently they’ve changed the subject without even trying to hide the fact that they’ve been talking about it again.
To tell you the truth, I’ve been having withdrawal symptoms from not being able to talk about the Black Masked Boy, and now I’m so hungry to tell someone about the Black Masked Boy that I catch stray cats that I’m feeding and talk to them about him.
Still, the fact that I can see you now is more important to me than the fact that I have to talk about you, the Black Masked One, and I can bear the desire to talk about you.
Oh, please come see me soon… I don’t want to wait a second longer.
And I waited impatiently for you, the Masked One in Black, to arrive in the kidnapper’s carriage.
“Caesar! Hey! Caesar! Hey, Caesar! “Hey, Caesar!
“What? You don’t have to call me that loud, I can hear you. “
After school, when the day’s lessons are over, I get ready to go home with Bridget and Kalendall (patting their heads) and get ready to change.
And just as I’m about to go to the carriage, I hear a lovely voice I don’t recognize calling me.
Honestly speaking, anyone can hear you if your voice is that loud! When I turn around, there’s Princess Claude running towards me with her breasts shaking.
I’m not sure if it’s a good thing that I’m not a fan of the way the woman’s big tits sway, but just the thought that it’s based on that Prince Claude makes me lose all interest in the woman’s breasts.Still, it’s a sad part of being a man that you can’t help but follow with your eyes.