Shoya Kara Hajimeru Ai Aru Seikatsu - Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Theobalt’s Circumstances
Translator: Black Lotus
“Wouldn’t it have been better to be crushed?”
Theobalt’s iron claw landed on his subordinate who said that was a brilliant one, “Crack your skull!” A scream of “My skull would be broken!” echoed through the cafeteria.
But no one is trying to help or stop them because it’s well past lunchtime and there aren’t many people in the cafeteria. Everyone can see that this man deserves it. Also, you don’t want to get involved.
Such a poor subordinate’s name is Fife. She is a knight under Theobalt and an assistant captain, despite being a woman.
The reason why she is in this situation is that she was approached by her immediate superior, Theobalt, who asked for her advice and asked for her honest opinion, and he gave the aforementioned answer.
Theobalt’s eyes looked resentful, but instead of apologizing for it, Theobalt glared at her in frustration.
“Why do you think I consulted you?”
“That’s because you want a woman’s opinion.”
“So what’s this woman’s opinion?”
“If it were to be crushed… I’m sorry, it was a joke!”
Fife screams as she is grabbed in the face again. Theobalt’s hands are as robust as a warlord’s, and even with only his fingertips, they are impressive! It bites into her temples.
Fife has always wanted to try it out, thinking that it could be as tough as an apple, but she doesn’t want him to try it out on your own skull.
The only help they can get is from the woman who runs the diner, who tells them to shut up.
Oh, how heartless.
Is this what we do to the knights who serve our country?
And this is no time to lament such things because Theobalt’s fingers are tightening on her skull every second.
She hurriedly quieted him down and let go of his hand, and Fife gave another coughing cough. I’m going to touch my temple while I’m doing that to make sure his fingers aren’t buried too deep and bleeding.
Thank goodness there’s no blood on the white gloves. Just in time.
“And anyway, I think Captain Theobalt should explain the situation properly to Lady Francesca.”
“How can you say such a pathetic thing!”
“No, it’s not like I’m asking you not to mash your dick in bed on your wedding night… Don’t hold your hands up! You guys look great together!”
Theobalt was about to stand up with a sigh as Fife screamed with a squeak, and Theobalt was about to get up–! Of course, this is to keep the mouths of bothered subordinates shut. He grabbed my face rather than covering my mouth – but he sat back down and sat back in my chair.
The sighs he lets out are deep and tell the story of his heartache. To such a superior officer, Fife sighed as well, and what a way to get him off her chest. Because we understand.
That’s why they’re being consulted like this, and Fife scratched her head, saying it can’t be helped.
“All right, I’ll speak to Francesca about it myself.”
“Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t be able to cry if my superior officer got his wife to mash his dick and unable to recover…!”
Needless to say, Fife’s words from there on out turned into a scream.
And so the second night arrived.
Francesca is dressed in a pale orange nightdress and waits for her husband in the futon, reading a book It was. He hid in his room after dinner because he had some work left to do, but still the date should change. And at this time of day, he should be in the bedroom by now.
But just waiting is quite painful, and I can’t help but think, Huh… I’m not sure if I’m losing interest in the book I was reading as it was interesting, but now I’m not so interested in it, and I can’t get into my head even if I follow the words. It hasn’t been done. I wondered if it was rude to the author to read any further, and I slammed the book shut.
Almost at the same time, the door opened and Francesca looked up. At this hour, the only person who comes into the bedroom is the only one who comes into the bedroom.
“Theobalt-sama, have you finished your work?”
“Francesca, you’ve been waiting for me?”
“Yes, I’ve been waiting for you.”
Francesca puts the book on the desk next to the bed.
It’s a silly way of saying she was waiting for her husband in the bedroom, etc., but it’s also a statement of intent to communicate clearly. In fact, Theobalt is muttering “Mm” and “I see” with an expression of bad luck.
He’s already changed into his nightgown and his appearance doesn’t have the usual knightly stiffness, but still, on the cloth Even from the first, you can see his solid body and his well-developed chest plate appeals to his masculinity through his loungewear. His arms and legs are muscular and strong, and he has the body of a man.
I wondered what it would feel like to be held in those arms, to be hugged by a thick breastplate, to be called by name in a low, gentle voice…and then Francesca came back to herself and shook her head.
“Theobalt-sama, I have something to tell you”
“I won’t crush it. It’s okay, come on over here.”
Francesca quieted Theobalt, who had some fear in his eyes, and tapped next to herself.
Theobalt nods honestly in response and sits down next to me while I look at him. — casually maneuvered the cushion and placed it on his own lap, of course, between his legs in case of an emergency. In order to protect the–
“Before Theobalt-sama returned, Fife-sama was here and had tea with me.”
“Then Fife-sama spoke to me. Theobalt-sama won’t hold me … because … no, I can’t … because …”
“Captain Theobalt, was so traumatized he can’t get it to stand up.”
“I didn’t think it was possible either, but it didn’t look like Fife-sama was lying, and…”
“Yeah, so that’s… that’s the thing about my trauma.”
“No, she said I should ask you about it.”
“What the hell is she doing here anyways?”
When Theobalt called out his subordinate’s exquisite uselessness, Francesca called out to him to quiet him down. Calm down. And of course, I won’t forget to follow up against Fife.
Francesca was still grateful to Fife, even though she didn’t know the key reason for it in the end.
There is a big difference between ‘not holding’ and ‘not being able to hold’. Above all, Francesca herself would like to hear from Theobalt himself about his conviction. They were. Even if Fife had been willing to tell her everything, Francesca would have refused to do so.
“Last night, you promised me that you would talk to me at some point.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to talk to you sooner or later.”
“I believe in that word. But that means, as Fife-sama says, that Theobalt-sama has a reason to…”
“Oh oh… I’m sorry.”
Theobalt’s voice is weak and quite pathetic as he replies. But you tell them that they have a problem with their own functioning as a man, and that anyone can do that.
No matter how brave and excellent a knight Theobalt is, he’s not strong enough to say this with impunity.
But no matter how much we lament it, facts are facts. Theobalt’s part as a man is problematic, and he can’t hold a woman in his arms.
He think it feels good to be stimulated. He doesn’t respond, but he can jerk off.
But the thought of the act and the woman ahead of him caused a haze to form in his mind, and the heat that had been boiling up rapidly faded.
Theobalt’s face is bright red as he speaks so potently, and even his ears are red, rather than his face. His strong face is now drooping at the corners of his eyebrows, and he has a hard time lifting his face, or maybe it’s just a droop.
From Theobalt’s sense of being a manly stiff, even a manly stiff, it would be a shame to talk like this with a woman, even if she was his wife, and she was the first person he had met yesterday.
How pathetic. I’m going to tell you about my weaknesses and my inability to overcome them only when I’m urged to do so. And yet, it’s all so pathetic.
“So, you said you wouldn’t hold me?”
“It’s not that you don’t like me, is it?”
“Of course! From the first time I saw the portrait, I thought it was beautiful and lovely, and how lucky I am to have such a woman as my wife. That’s what I thought!”
Theobalt looks up in a hurry and defended himself.
Losing the ability to function as a man doesn’t mean you lose your sense of manhood.
If you see a beautiful woman, you feel beautiful, and if you see a lovely woman, you feel lovely, as you should. I want to get to know them, and I’m interested in color, even though my body doesn’t respond to it.
But my emotions, mind and body don’t mesh, and the heat and excitement I’ve felt are rapidly cooled by the scenes from the past that pop into my mind, as if cold water has been poured on me.
The self-loathing builds up, which adds to the psychological burden, which pushes you even harder and makes your fever wane… It’s a vicious circle, and even though you know it’s a vicious circle, you can’t get out of it, which makes you fall into self-loathing again.
“… I didn’t want to make you feel like a miserable woman talking like this.”
When Theobalt confided in her as if to spit it out, Francesca, who had been listening to the conversation, let out a small breath with a huff.
Theobalt rolls his eyes and looks at her at the word “good” that was then leaked out.
“What do you mean, “good”? Is it a good thing I’m not functioning as a man?”
“No way. I just thought that Theobalt-sama hated me.”
Francesca swallowed Theobalt’s outgoing words as she returned them in relief.
He had rejected her and hurt her to hide his weakness. That makes me feel even more remorseful inside Theobalt, and I bowed my head with an apology, saying, “I’m sorry.”
“I thought you refused to hold me and walk away from me as husband and wife.”
“No, it’s not. I’m glad you’re my wife.”
“Theobalt-sama, can you kiss me?”
“Well, I can do that…”
“Then kiss me before you go to sleep.”
With that announcement, Francesca looked up at Theobalt and closed her eyes.
I could tell by the slightest hint of his confusion, but I could hear a small voice say, “Okay,” which he thought was a concession from his wife, who had eaten not only his wedding night, but a deposit with no known deadline.
Then a soft touch was felt on Francesca’s lips…not on her lips…but on her forehead.
With a snap, Francesca makes her blue eyes roll back in her head.
But Theobalt, who was facing her, suddenly turned his head and just said, “Let’s go to sleep,” and laid down on his bed. Sheesh. He is arrogant enough to not even hear a reply, but this arrogance when his ears are red as he turns away. Not to mention the fact that the
“Tomorrow is early.”
So I guess that’s why I’m going to sleep.
Francesca smiled a small smile at her husband and lay down to line up next to him.
“Will you stop turning your back on me?”
“It’s easier to turn this way.”
So Francesca murmured softly, and Theobalt, who had turned his back on her, slowly turned over… He stopped on his back. As for Francesca, I’d like her to turn to me and give me a hug or an arm pillow if it comes true. It was.
Still loving this clumsy husband who turned red and held her hand under the covers, she couldn’t help but give a small wry smile and close her eyes to say “good night”.
Tonight, again, I will just go to bed. Still, Francesca’s heart was warmer and calmer than it had been last night.
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