"..."
"That sleep really wore me out..."
Barn slowly opened his eyes. Everything was still pitch-black, but the voice that immediately reached him told him where he was...
"Ah! Lord Barn!"
Two enormous mounds of flesh slammed into Barn before his groggy mind could clear, giving him the illusion that he was suffocating. But the sweet fragrance flooding his nose immediately told the clever Barn where he was.
For a moment, Barn was a little intoxicated. Nearly a hundred years as a virgin had left him desperate for a woman, but it had also strengthened his self-control countless times over.
Barn immediately reached out to push away the culprit who had plunged him into that terrifying vortex. Uh... his hands seemed to have landed in the wrong place, though...
"Soft... so soft..."
Smack!
An unexpected slap struck Barn across the face. In the instant his mind froze, he also escaped that terrifying vortex he could barely bring himself to leave.
Once Barn regained his composure, however, he heard something that left him unsure whether to laugh or cry.
"Ah... Lord Barn actually... actually touched me there... I... I don't mind..."
The corner of Barn's mouth twitched... It felt as though ten thousand alpacas were stampeding through his heart...
Was this still my ice queen... Hancock...?
That was what Barn thought. Thanks to the impression he had carried over from his previous life, what he loved most about Hancock was her proud, ice-cold demeanor. Faced with this creature who was named Hancock but acted like a little girl, it was only natural that he struggled to process it...
"Um... Hancock... I didn't mean to."
"Huh? Lord Barn, did you just say you liked me?"
Hancock pressed her delicate, white-jade hands against her apple-red cheeks and spoke shyly.
"N-no..."
"Ahem... Hancock, I