Thank You For Being Trash

Chapter 19 – What Changes and What Doesn’t Change (1)

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After the festival was over, there were two things that changed in my ordinary daily life.

First, Raphael, who came to have s*x from time to time, did not come.
Second, Acacia, Distria’s bodyguard, took care of me.

So much had changed that I couldn’t seem to say that I was now in a novel.

Raphael, who had come mainly for s*x, did not come often.
In addition, Distria had been busy lately, so he didn’t show his nose.
It had already been over fifteen days since I forcibly had to abstain—twenty-two days, to be exact.

Wow, I’d never had s*x for more than ten days in the original world.
What R19 tragic harem novel is this…? I didn’t expect this.

Then, I glanced at Acacia, who was leaning against the door.

That bastard was as good as dead.
I recalled the past when I tried to seduce him to satisfy my sexual desire.

[ Can you put some medicine on her shoulder? ]

While barely showing my breastbone and white mounds, I acted naturally as if it was something I didn’t know.
I lowered my head as if waiting for his hand.

[ Please, come here ]

He put medicine on my shoulder.
It wasn’t painful because it was slowly healing, though I made a shrill sound as if I was trying to endure the pain.
As I glanced at him, pretending to be bewildered, his hand stopped and grabbed my clothes.

At that moment, I prayed for him to take off his clothes.

[ Your outfit is disheveled.
]

However, he arranged the clothes while being careful not to touch the wound.

At the same time as my hopeless expectations fell to the floor, I was embarrassed and ashamed and kicked the blankets every night.
It was slowly and gently in fear that Acacia would find out about it.
How did I end up kicking my blankets every night?

What, what…! Anyone who saw me found me beautiful, pretty, and sexy.
Why couldn’t he agree?

Ha, yes.

Originally, I had no intention of doing something like that.
It was an act that I did without knowing that I could not stand the no-s*x life for a week.
Nonetheless, I failed once and said, “He is an eunuch.” I couldn’t do it because I was in a state of dissatisfaction with what I had to say.

The regret remained, so I tried two or three more times.
Every time I did, he was still stiff.
I was rejected.
Besides, he didn’t even seem to know what my actions meant.

In the end, I had no choice but to say that I looked forward to the start of the original novel because there are many men I can have s*x with, d*ldos were walking down the hallway.
Why can’t I do it! Why—!

I hit the pillow again because of the rising anger.
I thought it was because of Raphael who didn’t come and the busy Distria.

I gazed at Acacia again.

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A calm black eye that contrasts the gorgeous pink hair color.
He had his long hair tied up with a black string.
He had an enchanting beauty no matter how you looked at it.
He was not like Arne, but he was a beautiful person.
He was a masterpiece.

Feeling my gaze, Acacia opened his mouth.

“Do you need anything or feel uncomfortable?”

—Your lost s*x drive.

As I shook my head, I stopped at the scene that flashed through my mind for a moment.
Knights g*ngbang route! Why did I forget that? It was a big event right after the festival was over.
Not immediately in time, but after Arne’s scar has healed.

Well…

About thirty days after the festival?

So, about now…

Realizing that, I jumped for joy inside.

In the original novel, Acacia and Arne met for the first time.
Of course, I didn’t mean to have s*x with him.
He was an eunuch.

Knights g*ngbang route.
I knew it started when the Emperor met Arne, though how and why? I couldn’t remember meeting the Emperor.

Actually, I couldn’t even remember what I ate yesterday.
It was unreasonable to remember all the trivial details of a novel that I had only read once in the first place.
Besides, since the original story was already ruined, I wondered if it would make sense for me to act like in the novel.

Still, the significant events in the original would proceed by themselves.

However, since it was so boring, shall we speed up the process a bit?

Hmm.
How could I successfully ride the g*ngbang route? As I pondered for a moment, I eventually thought of going back to Distria’s spirit.
If I upset him, wouldn’t he take care of putting me into the 22nd Knights’ room?

“I want to see Rewan.”

I thought of the words that would make Distria angry if he heard it and then spit it out.
I was proud of myself.
Wow, my light head sometimes works like this.
Very commendable.

I waited a long time for Acacia to respond.

To his surprise, Acacia showed no reaction like when the sun went down.
Shouldn’t he have to go to the Emperor to tell him about my rude words, get angry with me, or react in some way…? I

wondered if he didn’t hear me, so I said again clearly

“I want to meet Rewan.
I have to see him.”

Still, he didn’t respond to my words.
I stared at Acacia, who stood silently guarding his place.
Was this bastard ignoring me now? Do you have an eunuch temper?

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I swore to myself.

Someday, I would definitely get him once.

 

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The morning was always bright today.
The no-s*x life was already running towards a month.
I felt like I was going crazy with the unbearable s*x drive.

I want to have s*x, s*x!

Even though I wanted to masturbate, I couldn’t do anything because Acacia was looking at me with sad blue eyes.
He didn’t sleep, he was near the door at night and at dawn.

It was when I took a bath that Acacia disappeared.

…Yes, even when I was taking a bath, the maids came in one after the other and washed me.
Could I masturbate? There was no time to be alone.
No, what kind of sexual slavery was being taken care of like this? I couldn’t believe it.

Rather, it was more like a s*x slave when there was no stigma.

If that was the case, then why did they brand me? I almost died in pain.
I endured it for things to come.
If that was the case, why the hell did they brand me? Why…?

“Don’t open the door to anyone until I come.”

Acacia uttered to me as if he was going to leave the place.
I danced for joy inside.
If he went out and his traces disappeared, wouldn’t I be able to solve my sexual desire through masturbation? I gave him a quick glance telling him to go.

Seeing that, he glanced at me and let out a sigh.
A gaze filled with concern reached me.

“…I will be back soon.”

Yes…? Back soon?

He stared at me with anxious eyes, begging me to stay.
I was not even holding you back.
Rather, my eyes are telling you to go.

Besides, who was going to come? He closed the door after saying useless words to me, who had no one to visit.
However, I was suddenly puzzled by the words that seemed like he cared so much about me.

Why would Acacia suddenly care about me…?

In the original novel, there was no contact point, and he was more concerned than Raphael, who had not come.
Moreover, I didn’t know him well.
Whenever something different from the original happened, I felt like they were alive, not just characters in the book.

Rewan’s violent behavior, Distria’s obsession and madness, things like that.
I didn’t understand.

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I wanted a book-like development.
Although it was wrong for an unknown reason, I didn’t know where the start of the error came from.
Still, I thought it was easy.

Even though I had lived here for over a year, there was no sense of reality.
In the first place, it might be more difficult for me to find a sense of reality after one year, having been in Korea for more than twenty years.

To me, living here felt like entertainment.
Like an eroge, where you make a choice whenever you meet someone?

I ran into Distria.

1.
Have s*x
2.
Talk.
3.
Get beaten.

The level at which I was aware of the situation was like that.
I didn’t feel the slightest bit of seriousness.
Obviously, the trap was that there may be ‘death’ in that option.
I decided to think positively.
I wouldn’t die until Distria loses his interest in Arne.

There was nothing to die for yet, and death was not scary.

—Knock, knock.

My thoughts stopped at the sound of the knock.

I remembered Acacia’s words not to open the door even if anyone came.
But, whether he cares about me or not, what does an eunuch know about? I want someone to have s*x with me right now…!

“Open the door.”

Raphael’s voice was heard through the door.
Rather than thinking, ‘It’s been a while,’ I was happy to think that I could release my sexual desire.
Even though I was already anxious to open the door, I calmly grabbed the doorknob.

I shouldn’t have a very happy voice.
I lowered my voice and took a deep breath.

…I am in a very frightened state.
A scared state

“The person guarding this door told me not to open it.”

As soon as I finished speaking, he knocked on the door so hard that I thought it might be broken.

—Bang! Bang!

Yes, knock it down like that and break the door!

Just when I cheered for Raphael’s actions, the knocking stopped.
Raphael spoke, word by word, in a voice that seemed to contain his anger.

“When I’m still nice, open the door.”

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“….”

Would this be enough? I opened the door with my hands trembling in anticipation.
When I opened the door, I saw Raphael with dead eyes.
He was staring at me with cold eyes.
It looked like he was on drugs.

—Baaang!

There was a noise so loud that I thought the door might be broken.
He slammed the door shut and kissed me.
I felt the thrill of a flash of light in my brain at the intense sexual stimulation I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Raphael’s hard, hot hands slid into my clothes.
He pinched the nipples that were already standing upright.
He grabbed my chest as if making a circle around it.

“….!”

I struggled to push Raphael away with both hands.
My reason had already exploded in skinship suggesting s*x, though now, Arne’s character, which was so entrenched in my body, came out.

Raphael, who was pushed back by the light gesture of refusal, made an impression.

Oh, not like this.
Why was he pushed…?

I hid my embarrassment and glanced at him.
At the same time, my chest was still warm to the touch and the bottom wanted to be inserted and was holding wet.

Raphael’s swept his hair with one hand and laughed.
A choked breath escaped from his mouth as he grabbed my neck with one hand and gave it strength, stronger and stronger.

I was out of breath.

“If I kill you, will it be filled?”

I didn’t know what he meant.

I thought that maybe I could die in those eyes that felt alive.

When his eyes met mine, he relaxed his hands.
I let out a rough breath and exhaled heavily.
Even in the face of death, his actions were not scary, reminiscent of breath play.
I was rather excited.

“You drive me crazy.”

—What did I do, drive you crazy? I think he got the wrong number.

He gazed at me slowly and took off his clothes, still maintaining eye contact.
I got rid of all the nonsensical thoughts.
I stared at his actions as if terrified.
Raphael’s large, erect p*nis protruded from his pants.

Wow…! I missed it so much.

Concealing the burst of joy, I hurriedly turned my head.
I was worried that he would see the happy expression on my face.

Raphael grabbed my chin.

“Look at it.
It’s going to get in your p*ssy.”