Saint's Prison - Chapter 41

The Greedy Girl

“Andy-sama… Are you not feeling well?”

“… Eh? Ah, no, sorry. I was just zoning out. I’m fine.”

I said so and dropped my gaze to the table.

Laid out there was supper; a joke-like hard black bread, cheese, and Amal’s special stew.

Amal, who was watching my face intently, furrowed her brows in worry. I reassured her once again that it was okay.

Amal, with her blushed cheeks, stood up energetically and came running to my side. She took out clothes from the dresser and gently handed them to me.

“Sorry, Amal.”

“No. Taking care of Andy-sama is my greatest joy.”

I thanked her and put on the jacket. After changing my trousers, Amal dutifully collected the pajamas I had taken off, folded them, and placed them on the table.

“Andy-sama… Do you have any discomfort?”

“No, you worry too much, Amal.”

“Andy-sama is too careless!”

Despite being upset, Amal was like a puppy. Even that was cute. I felt like a middle school boy who had his first girlfriend. I chuckled at myself.

“Alright, alright. I’ll take it seriously, so go back to your seat.”

I raised both hands in a surrender pose. Amal returned to her seat reluctantly, but she still seemed unsatisfied.

“Really, you’re such a beauty, Amal.”

“…Andy-sama.”

Amal blushed instantly, and with her moist eyes, looked at me as if pleading.

“Andy-sama is so gentle, masculine, and always protects Amal. Your face is exotic and attractive. Your raven hair is glossy and wonderful. And… and just by being hugged and seeing your smile, my heart races and I can hardly breathe. Andy-sama is the best man in the world for me!”

She spoke rapidly, emphasizing each point with a clenched fist. She was utterly serious.

“… What? That’s… That’s cheating.”

“There’s more! I can endlessly talk about how wonderful Andy-sama is!”

“… Please, I beg you, spare me.”

Her words left me with my mouth agape, and I covered my reddened cheeks with my hands. I felt pathetic being so rattled by a girl a year younger than me, but strangely, I didn’t dislike it. I took a deep breath and decided to be honest.

“… I’m 27 years old, you know. I’ve had my fair share of love, both sweet and sour experiences… Whoa!”

Before I could finish, she abruptly hugged me, pushing me back onto the bed. As I tried to sit up, Amal pushed my shoulders down and forcefully kissed me. A one-sided kiss that didn’t consider the other party at all.

I grabbed Amal’s shoulders and forcefully pushed her away.

“…Whoa, Amal?”

“Andy-sama is my lover! Mine, and only mine!”

As she attempted to lean in for another kiss, I held her cheeks in both hands to stop her. She kept repeating “mine, mine” like a broken radio. I chuckled wryly, soothing her with a kiss on her forehead.

“It’s all in the past. Now, it’s just you.”

“… Uuu, I know. But, I can’t accept it. The lover of Andy-sama should only be me. It should only be me.”

“… Sigh, there’s nothing we can do about the past.”

It’s said that a man wants to be the first love, and a woman wants to be the last love. But Amal wants to be everything from the past, present, and future.

While I was a bit astounded, I stroked the head of the greedy girl to comfort her.