Memo ma jo thi

Regression guidelines for the side character
2020
Hunter wmats to luve quietly

Mong ryongjeon
You control me



Beast of blood
Wolf me up
I seriously cant belive you
Asatte ni kiss
This wonderful season with you
His nose can tell i am the one
Bakeneko katatte sourou
Mods
Orega omaeni naniwoshita
Rakka ruushui no hoshi
Snow fairy
I hear the sunspot
Paint love and the colours will bloom the fox's bond
Ote, osuwari, kiss
Unmei no tsugai ga omae danante
I hit on my crush's younger brother when i got drunk

Hotel ojakyo
Training the ghost who possessed my house
Do as you pleaase
Marigold dilemma
Immortal
Scratch romance

Prologue
The unfamiliar foreign moon was a cold blue.
The cold air that was coming in didn’t just come up from the stone floor. It started from the depths of my body, frozen solid by the overwhelming loneliness. That was why I couldn’t easily find warmth even if I pulled my bruised knees together and forcibly spread my soft fingers to rub them.
There were solid cliffs on all sides. The cold palace, where not even the wind blew, coldly urged the only living thing to die quickly.
“Heuk.”
My eyes were dry and tears didn’t come out. I could only sob weakly.
“Our pretty pinkie.”
When I closed my eyes, I remembered the affectionate gaze and soft call. Then, the memory of the gentle pat and the strong arms that reached up to the sky made my aching heart ache even more.
“My baby. Shall we play with daddy today?”
My silent and strict father was especially kind to the youngest child. Even though he was in the place where he was one person below the ground and ten thousand people above the ground, he would often kneel down and lower his eyes only to Pinky, who barely reached his knees. When he unceremoniously spread his arms wide, he would smile brightly as if he had been waiting and hug Pinky. When he looked back while being held by his father, his grandmother and mother would smile and follow him, fluttering their flower-like hems. Hahahoho, where is the hometown where laughter spreads?
As soon as he recalled the sad memories, a frosty north wind blew. Suddenly, riding a white dragon, he soared high into the sky and then sank again, and the place he had never seen or heard of was a goblin world he had never heard of.
When the foreign air filled his startled heart and frosty stars fell from the spinning sky.

He appeared.
He wore the shining sun that defeated the night as a helmet and appeared while sprinkling bloody incense. With every heavy step, a creaking sound was heard, and a man with broad shoulders covered in red blood like a cloak.
When the water-drenched star held its breath and the wind that had been blowing back in fear, Pinky faced the beast that was glaring at her.
A sharp nose and a chin like a sledgehammer. Her tightly shut mouth looked like a grim reaper. No, no. He wasn’t a grim reaper. The aura he exuded was not just a messenger, but a lion. His dark clothes that were originally thought to be white and his pale face looked like a white tiger.
The moment his transparent blue eyes swept over Pinky, Pinky thought of the king of the north who ruled over the demons and the devils. He didn’t know what the leader was, but he was definitely the leader.
A pair of blue jade stones that even the shadow of the night couldn’t dispel slowly approached. Staring blankly at the mysterious and beautiful eyes, Pinky realized that it was not pure jade, but lapis lazuli with gold beads embedded in it. Inside the precious jewel, Jawi, was a human whose soul had been taken away.
Is there anyone this dignified and beautiful? After all, he must have been a celestial being who served the Supreme Emperor in heaven. Or perhaps he was the blood of the Supreme Emperor. It was clear that he was such a precious person that it was embarrassing for a mere mortal to even see his face.
Raising his trembling knees, he bowed to him and revealed himself. Then, he held out gold and silver flowers to prove his identity.
The celestial being tilted his head slightly and curled the corners of his mouth.
Ah.
His insides sank and then surged again. Small goosebumps appeared on his cheeks before a fever bloomed. His heart thumped loudly for no reason. The celestial being reached out and grabbed the gold and silver flower stem. His hand brushed against it. His heart pounded like a cartwheel stuck in a puddle.
Thump thump. The corners of Cheon-in’s mouth gradually curled up, and soon his white teeth, like the fangs of a tiger, were revealed. Suddenly, his son-in-law froze. At the same time, a fierce aura emanated from Cheon-in. He realized that he had made a big mistake.
That had already been a long time ago.
How did he end up trapped in a foreign cold palace?

Part 3

“It’s gotten much warmer.”
“I’ve prepared some cool wine with ice in the bath, my little master.”
“Yes. Thank you always, Lyde.”
The old maid smiled happily as if she were her own son, seeing the smiling face of the young master who was not shy about expressing his gratitude to the slaves.
Although the little master was not a handsome man who caught the eye, he had a gentle appearance that naturally flowed with a gentle charm, having grown up in a wealthy family. In particular, because his soft and delicate hands were not calloused from not holding a sword, some of the maids secretly enjoyed helping their little lord
manage his nails.

In addition, he was gifted in literature, so he was not only good at speaking but also good at poetry and prose, and above all, he had dignity and consideration in his body. Thanks to this, he was a very popular groom among the nobles.
Hadrius, who had taken off his toga and was cooling off by constantly fluttering the collar of his tunic, turned to the open space behind the mansion. The open space, which had simple water facilities, was often open to the household members, including slaves, and his father's men.
In the corner of the open space, which had become muddy with the pouring water, young men who had been bathing naked were having a great time playing in the water. The wet naked bodies of the men, who were laughing, pushing each other’s backs and flicking water with their fingers, shone brightly under the sunlight.
Ah. This shouldn’t be happening.
Hadrius, who had stopped in his tracks without realizing it, glanced at the men’s naked bodies as if possessed, then soon lowered his eyes in self-loathing. A hot aura lingered on his temples, which had been flushed with faint excitement.
He resented his strange sexuality that raised its head at the slightest stimulation, making the four years he had suppressed his desires by only relieving them with fake genitals at Mediolanum seem meaningless.
It had been quite some time since he had realized that he felt sexual excitement from the hard bodies of men more than the curved bodies of women. It must have been when he had felt a fresh thrill from a young male slave who had been his maid, before he had even turned twelve. At some point, I even started to indulge in the wild fantasy of lying down with my legs spread open under the same man and being raped roughly. It was truly maddening.
At the time, my father was a praetor and a powerful candidate for the consulship, and the fact that the praetor’s only son was a ‘passive’ homosexual could not be known. The only role that was allowed for a so-called upright Roman citizen was always to be ‘active’ and raped.
If my desire to be raped by the same man was discovered, it was obvious that I would be immediately ridiculed as a ‘paticus7)’, condemned as a useless person, and buried.
No. Don’t look. You have to endure it.
You shouldn’t like men. Don’t do that.
If I get caught, my father will beat me to death and my head will burst open.

Part 2
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Was it only the kitchen slave? There was hardly anything that was not the best in Rome that was allowed to the only son of the consul, the most powerful man in Roman politics.
“Hardi. Let’s race to the Palatine Hill.”
“What?”
“The last one to arrive will pay five amphorae of Palernum wine. What the hell!”
“Hey, Marius! If you want to bet, you have to start at the same time. What kind of law is that?”
“Five bottles of Palernum wine are just pocket change to you anyway! Haha!”
Hadrius, who was watching his friend’s back as he laughed heartily and walked away, couldn’t help but kick his horse’s flank hard and look back at the old slave.
“Crito, sorry. I’ll go first.”
“Go quickly, my lord. You know that five bottles of Palernum wine are more than 700 sesterces, right? That’s two years’ rent for an ordinary citizen.”
“Haa.” “Never give up. Domine will be very angry.”
“Okay, okay.”

Hadrius winked at the slave and smiled brightly, his light brown hair fluttering. Behind the silhouettes of the young men running towards the city along the endless road, a thick layer of dust rose.
***
“Hadrius.”

“Mother.”

As soon as the door opened, the woman who ran out with her servant hugged her son, who had now become an adult, with both arms. The wrinkled eyes of the elegant noblewoman wearing a blue-green tunic embroidered with palm leaves in gold thread were filled with tears.
Hadrius kissed his mother’s forehead and both cheeks affectionately, and hugged her deeply once more, and smiled sadly as he covered the back of the woman’s hand, who was repeatedly caressing his cheek.
“I really missed you, Mother. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve been wanting to return to Rome since the day I first arrived at Mediolanum.”

“Hardy, my Hardy, my baby. I really wanted to see you too. Every day, I prayed earnestly to the goddess Aveona6) to return my child safely to these arms.”

“I’m already twenty-three, mother. If you keep calling me a baby, I’m a little embarrassed now.”

“What’s embarrassing? In my eyes, you’re always a little baby wrapped in swaddles.”

“… … .”
“You’re back safely.”
Hadrius’s eyes turned red as he held his mother’s small, tiny body, which he had been looking down at for a long time. The woman, who stroked the hair of her affectionate son, who was sniffling and blinking his wet eyelashes, snapped her fingers at the maid.
“Ride, fill the bathtub with warm water and incense.”
“Yes, Domina.”
“Are you hungry? Wash up quickly and come to the garden. Marius has been waiting for you for quite some time.”

“Oh, damn it.”

Hadrius, who heard that Marius had arrived first and was waiting, put his hand on his forehead and let out a groan. His mother’s eyes widened at the sudden vulgar swearing. Hadrius, who had hastily waved his hand at his mother, stammered an excuse with a bewildered expression.
“Oh, I’m, I’m sorry, mother. Actually, I made a wine bet with Marius…”

When he raised his head, he saw Marius hiding behind a blue pillar decorated with pure gold engravings, flicking his tongue as if he was trying to get revenge. Hadrius swore at Marius with his finger so as not to be noticed by his mother, then scratched the back of his neck and smiled.
“I guess I lost.”
***
The blue mansion, decorated with sensual statues made of melted pure gold and frescoes depicting gods, was still huge and luxurious. This mansion, owned by Lucius Cornelius Pulcher, one of the co-consuls and a great tycoon, was famous for being more expensive and splendid than any other mansion on the Palatine Hill, where the wealthy of Rome gathered.
Hadrius looked around his house with a new look as he moved to the annex with his slaves and the large bath. The decorations made of expensive natural gemstones and the marble fountains seemed to have increased in number since he left the mansion four years ago.
“It’s gotten much warmer.”
“I’ve prepared some cool wine with ice in the bath, my little master.”
“Yes. Thank you always, Lyde.”
“It’s gotten much warmer.”
“I’ve prepared some cool wine with ice in the bath, my little master.”
“Yes. Thank you always, Lyde.”

Between the Laurel Boughs Volume 1
Part 1
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A cool breeze blew across his heated forehead.
Stopping in the middle of the Via Flaminius, covered with the greenery of cypress trees, Hadrius closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. The deep, gentle scent of laurel mingled with the wind. It was truly summer.
A flock of white doves flew over the Temple of Jupiter and the Temple of Mars, which stood majestically on the high Capitoline Hill. The sight of the golden sunlight breaking like Apollo’s arrows over the elaborately and delicately landscaped city was still magnificent.
“Little master, hurry up. Domine1) and the lady must be waiting with bated breath by now.”
“Crito, let me enjoy the feeling of returning home after four long years. The only time I can see the beautiful view of Rome is when I leave the city and when I return.”
“If you stay a little longer in your feelings, the oysters and lampreys you prepared with great care will all go bad. The little master must have bought a lot of seafood from the Forum Piscinum2) because he likes it.”
Hadrius, who had heard the reprimand of his loyal slave who had worked for the family for a long time, sighed helplessly and grabbed the reins. Marius, who was equally incapable of oyster dishes, approached Hadrius with his toga fluttering and wrapped his chin around his shoulders.
“Yes, Hadrius. Listen to Crito. There aren’t many slaves as quick-witted and smart as Crito.”
“Anyway, I can’t come to my senses just hearing the word oysters.”
“I can’t remember the last time I tasted a proper seafood dish while I was at Mediolanum. Hardy, you’re going to invite me to lunch, right? Huh? Your family’s oyster dish is the best in Rome.”
“You didn’t even say hello to your parents that you’re back?”
“They’ve been waiting for you for four years, so you can’t wait for that short time?”
“You rascal, do you think oysters come before your parents?”
Hadrius burst into laughter and affectionately patted the back of his old friend who had been with him for four years at the Mediolanum School of Rhetoric. Marius, whose father was a senator and came from a Patrician family, could easily obtain fresh oysters if he wanted them, but there were only a handful of slaves in Rome who were as skilled at handling seafood as the kitchen slaves of Hadrius' family.
Was it only the kitchen slave? There was hardly anything that was not the best in Rome that was allowed to the only son of the consul, the most powerful man in Roman politics.
“Hardi. Let’s race to the Palatine Hill.”
“What?”
“The last one to arrive will pay five amphorae of Palernum wine. What the hell!”
“Hey, Marius! If you want to bet, you have to start at the same time. What kind of law is that?”
“Five bottles of Palernum wine are just pocket change to you anyway! Haha!”
Hadrius, who was watching his friend’s back as he laughed heartily and walked away, couldn’t help but kick his horse’s flank hard and look back at the old slave.
“Crito, sorry. I’ll go first.”
“Go quickly, my lord. You know that five bottles of Palernum wine are more than 700 sesterces, right? That’s two years’ rent for an ordinary citizen.”
“Haa.” “Never give up. Domine will be very angry.”
“Okay, okay.”

Hadrius winked at the slave and smiled brightly, his light brown hair fluttering. Behind the silhouettes of the young men running towards the city along the endless road, a thick layer of dust rose.
***
“Hadrius.”

“Mother.”

As soon as the door opened, the woman who ran out with her servant hugged her son, who had now become an adult, with both arms. The wrinkled eyes of the elegant noblewoman wearing a blue-green tunic embroidered with palm leaves in gold thread were filled with tears.
Hadrius kissed his mother’s forehead and both cheeks affectionately, and hugged her deeply once more, and smiled sadly as he covered the back of the woman’s hand, who was repeatedly caressing his cheek.
“I really missed you, Mother. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve been wanting to return to Rome since the day I first arrived at Mediolanum.”

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