I desire nothing.
Neither from God, nor from the devil.
Blessings. Salvation. Unconditional love.
Corruption. Temptation. Even the fruit of sin.
I don’t need forgiveness.
Salvation is a sham.
Not desiring anything, I am always empty.
That’s why I am dead, even though I’m alive.
***
The candle flickers.
Having woken up earlier than usual, I sit in a chair, looking out the window. Dawn is still far away, and the outside world is still enveloped in darkness. I can’t see the scenery, but there’s nothing special to do, so I spend my ti in a daze.
After a while, I feel drowsy. It’s unclear whether my brain is awake or not. As my consciousness gradually fades…
…Who am I?
I heard a voice.
I stand up and look around. The chair falls over with a loud noise.
There’s no one here. Was it an auditory hallucination?
I sigh and put the fallen chair back in place.
“Umm, Andy-sama…?”
Pom-pom, a gesture of searching for
in the bed. When she realizes I’m not there, she sits up abruptly.
“Amal, sorry. I woke you up.”
“Ah, I’m glad. You were by my side.”
Amal smiled as if she was truly relieved.
She got out of the bed, staring at
intently, shalessly exposing her naked body.
I’m used to seeing Amal’s naked body, but no matter how many tis I see it, I never get tired of it. Her skin is as white as snow, untouched by a suntan. Despite her petite figure, she has full and seemingly soft breasts. A surprisingly thin waist and wide hips for childbirth. And an overwhelmingly beautiful face that combines all these features. I sotis wonder if she’s really a human being.
“If you keep that up, you’ll catch a cold.”
“In that case, please warm
up so I don’t catch a cold.”
She hugged , so I hugged her back.
Amal sways her body happily. She rubs her entire body against , marking . She does this every morning. This puppy. I stroke her hair, which reaches down to her hips.
“There, there… Good morning, Amal.”
“Nfufu. Good morning, Andy-sama.”
Amal leaks a satisfied breath. She seems happy, and that’s all that matters. I let go of her shoulders, hold her waist, and lead her to the bed. I sit her down on the bed and wrap her in a blanket.
“Mmm, I wanted Andy-sama…”
“Don’t be silly. It would be a problem if you caught a cold. Don’t worry .”
“… Are you worried about ?”
“Of course.”
“Then it’s okay if I catch a cold. Will you take care of
then?”
“… Hey, I’m getting angry. Who catches a cold just to get taken care of?”
“Uuh, I’m sorry… But I’ve never been taken care of before. It was hard and painful, but I was always alone. So…”
Amal droops her shoulders. I can’t stand to see her like this.
“I get it. Even if you catch a cold, I’ll take care of you. I’ll be by your side, so don’t look like that.”
“Andy-sama… I’m happy. I love you. Please keep
by your side. Please stay with . That’s all I…”
The girl confesses her love, as if crying, as if begging.
***
Amal, dressed in a tight-fitting blue corset, starts preparing breakfast. In the anti, I sit on the bed and remain still. I’ve told her many tis that I can help, but she insists, “This is a woman’s job.”
In this era, gender roles are firmly entrenched. n are public entities who go out and provide for their families, while won protect the ho and serve their husbands. This is the social norm.
Gender equality is a concept born in modern tis. In this era, won are constantly oppressed by Christian thought.
As I watch Amal’s back working diligently, I am always impressed. Amal is surprisingly hard-working.
When she wakes up in the morning, she eagerly helps
change my clothes. She cooks breakfast and cleans up imdiately after eating, then heads out for worship. At noon, she cleans my room, does the laundry, and hangs out the clothes and bedding. She goes out for worship again. Before nightfall, she retrieves the laundry and welcos
back from outside. She prepares dinner and takes care of
happily. Then, she entertains
at night and finally goes to bed.
A 15-year-old in modern tis is usually at the age of deciding whether to go to high school. A child of that age would normally not do housework like Amal. They study for the future, play with friends, and enjoy what they want to do to the fullest.
“Amal, you should do more of what you want to do, you know?”
At my words, Amal stops her work and laughs.
“Hehe, I’m already doing it.”
“No, you’re just taking care of .”
“No, taking care of Andy-sama is my raison d’être.”
I’m taken aback by the unexpected confession.
“No, not that, what do you want to do in the future? That’s what I’m talking about.”
Amal is silent for a while and then murmurs hesitantly.
“… I’ve never thought about it before.”
“I see. Then let’s think about it from now on. It’ll be fun, I’m sure.”
“Yes, Andy-sama.”
Amal, as if praying, clasps her hands together and happily rocks her body.
tln : i really wanted to be pampered by Amal like that. haah :(, spending the entire day in the bed. beca a good for nothing lol.
what do you guys think lmao XD
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