“…” Zane stood there in silence, unsure of what to do with the sudden request.
Not only was he confused about the sudden interest Michael is showing him, but he also didn’t understand how Clyde’s goodwill jumped to a whopping 80 percent.
Does it really increase more when they don’t see me?
I even sacrificed my asshole last night, and it only increased to a 65%.
Zane felt frustrated the more he thought about that.
His fingers unconsciously kneaded his lips while lost in thought, not noticing that Michael was watching him with a smile.
“What are you always thinking about in that head of yours?” Michael leaned in close, knocking his forehead against Zane’s gently to wake him.
“You’re always lost in thought whenever I see you.”
In the same way that Clyde noticed him while they were setting up the tent, Michael also saw Zane walk by, ignorant of his surroundings.
If Clyde hadn’t been so quick to follow after Zane, Michael would have gone instead.
He worried, seeing Zane walk without even glancing at where he was going.
But every time it looked like Zane was about to trip over something, he miraculously overstepped it by a little.
Michael wondered if Zane was being looked after and guided by an unknown force.
There was no proof of it aside from the gentle breeze that seemed to loom around his frame.
Even now…
As he stared into Zane’s eyes, he could feel the cool breeze brush past them as it tousled Zane’s damp hair from behind him.
Probably just the cool air coming in through the cracked door.
As Michael thought that, he was suddenly reminded that he had closed the door earlier.
A cracked door?
[Protagonist is peeking through the door.]
[The protagonist is feeling angered at your presence.]
Michael was quite tall.
As an athlete, Michael, who was only a couple of inches taller than Clyde, was a good four to five inches taller than Zane.
He had to lean down a little for their foreheads to touch.
They were so close to one another that their warm breath mixed.
With Zane’s back to the door, he watched as Michael’s gaze shifted to the person behind him.
Zane guessed that he was looking at Oliver hiding behind the door.
Time to piss people off!
Zane didn’t wait for Michael to move away once he noticed Oliver.
He slid his fingers into the back of Michael’s hair, gripping it in place as he planted a kiss.
The other person stood there stunned, granting Zane the opportunity to lick along his lips and slip his tongue inside the warm mouth.
Zane kept his eyes open to watch Michael’s innocent reaction.
For a moment, he debated releasing the poor man from the teasing kiss, but then their eyes met.
“HOW COULD YOU!?” Oliver burst in just as Michael’s tongue joined in on the fun.
Well…shit. This story is hosted at g.com.
“Easy…Oliver.” Michael broke the kiss, one arm wrapped around Zane’s shoulders to pull him away, the other reaching over to grasp Oliver’s hand that was trying to yank Zane off him.
“NO!” Oliver has had it with Zane’s annoying presence.
He was determined to at least scratch him ugly.
A protagonist was still ‘a protagonist’ after all.
As terribly annoying as he was, the male leads couldn’t harm him even if they wanted to.
So when Michael tried to keep Oliver at bay, he still failed to do much, giving Oliver the chance at hurting Zane.
OH SHIT!
Because he had been gripped in place by Michael, Zane didn’t have the time to react to the sudden attack.
He merely wanted to get back at the protagonist, not thinking that it would lead to physical harm in any way.
But luck was on his side when the protagonist suddenly tripped on air.
[Master should refrain from getting into altercations with the protagonist.]
He started it.
The timely notification from the system woke him from the fright of just having avoided his eyes being clawed out.
“Seriously…” Zane knocked away Michael’s arm with a frown.
“You asked for the kiss, but I have to deal with him?” He really wanted to kick the life out of Oliver, but knew that he’d be in trouble if he tried.
“Zane—.”
“Get rid of him first…or else don’t bother me ever.” It would be best if the male leads themselves cut ties with the protagonist.
After saying that, Zane quickly fled to where Clyde was.
He couldn’t stand the rumbling in his stomach any longer.
“How’s your—?”
“Ask later!
Let me eat first.”
He zoomed past Clyde, eyes locked on the hot dishes that had just been served.
Those who woke up early had all lined up for their share of the food.
“I already got your share.” The gluttony in Zane was already known to Clyde since their very first meeting in the cafeteria.
Zane was the only person with triple the dishes stacked atop the tray.
This was further made clear at yesterday’s dinner.
He stopped Zane from getting in line and dragged him inside the kitchen to the table that he had prepped earlier.
The villagers had allowed him to eat inside the kitchen once they heard that he wanted to cook something for Zane.
He didn’t know what Zane had done to make the villagers like him so much.
The system could practically see the sparkle in Zane’s eyes once he saw the food.
It snickered at the drooling host, but ultimately agreed that the food looked drool-worthy.
“An early bird is loved by the gods.
What bullshit?
Zane didn’t know if the chief was making fun of him for yesterday’s debacle or whatnot, but he couldn’t reject the offer when he saw that expectant gaze.
The old man grinned happily as he gestured for the other villagers to bring in the tools needed for the offerings.
They all smiled sweetly at Zane, making him feel awkward.
[Pfft!]
Damn you!
This is all your fault!
He instantly turned red the moment he heard the system laugh.
At the urging of the elders, he went through the motions with a pout, lighting the incense and burning the papers.
“A miracle!” The food and fruits on the plates dedicated to their gods disappeared at once.
The uproar it caused only made Zane even more embarrassed.
“A person blessed by the gods!”
“What are you doing under there?” Clyde pulled Zane out from under the table, hands brushing away the dirt that clung to his knees when he had crawled under there to hide away.
I hate you.
The system had recorded everything and saved it to its private stash for later amusement.
Its laughter filled Zane’s ears, making him bite the sacred cloth given to him by the villagers in frustration.
The villagers didn’t seem offended by what he was doing as they all cheered and gathered around him happily.
The food on the table doubled, filling it with all kinds of fruits and snacks to feed the person their god had chosen.
From the moment he inquired about the sacred practice of giving offerings, he had already been looked upon with awe by this community of people who held strong beliefs in their religion.
They were now more open to allowing Zane and the archaeologist to explore the sacred ruins.
As depressed as Zane was, Clyde found everything equally amusing.
[TARGET Clyde’s current goodwill towards Master is 90%.]
Why is it increasing again!?
His teeth grind against the vivid cloth, eyes glaring at Clyde, who was laughing at his situation.
You think this is funny!?
GAHHHH!
He looked like a teething puppy trying its best to tear apart the toy in its paws.
The system took a picture as a keepsake before trying its best to distract the host with food.
[This sweet snack is so tasty.]
SNACK?
A gentle breeze caressed his head, and like a miracle, the snack in question was placed in his mouth.
Did you just feed me?