Part 2 Chapter 58
A guy who gets a nosebleed just from kissing and touching a chest once.
Seriously? That’s all it takes?
Well… I’ll never really know. I’m not Nike.
In my first life, when he suddenly bled, I cried and panicked.
But now? I don’t get flustered.
I’ve been through this before.
“Are you okay, Your Highness?” I asked like a doctor.
The truth: his nosebleed came from being way too excited.
It’s the same reason men… well, you know.
“…Wh-what?” Nike’s eyes were hazy.
“Wake up. You’re bleeding.”
He finally touched under his nose, saw the blood on his finger, and mumbled:
“It’s nothing.”
“What do you mean, nothing?!”
“I’m fine. Let’s keep going.”
His instincts had won.
With wild eyes, Nike reached for me again. I quickly jumped out of bed.
“…”
“…”
He hugged empty air, then turned to me, breathing hard.
“…Come here.”
“I want to, but if you don’t calm down, your nose won’t stop!”
“I don’t care…”
He doesn’t care?!
“Take deep breaths. If we keep kissing, you’ll just keep bleeding.”
“I said I don’t care…”
He wiped his nose with his hand and stumbled toward me. His lips red with blood, eyes half-closed, steps unsteady…
Scary. Really scary.
“Stop!” I raised my hand like a shield.
“If it’s your nose now, next it could be your heart! You might actually die in the middle of it!”
I wasn’t lying. I’d studied this after my regression. People really can die from over-excitement during sex.
“If you can’t control yourself, you have to stop! Is one night of fun more important than your life? Think, Your Highness!”
Nike blinked for a second… then stepped forward again.
“I-it’s fine…”
He chose death without hesitation!
He was completely gone.
Why? In my past life he’d calmed himself and even apologized. But now…
He came right up to me, breathing hard, his hot hand sliding up my neck.
“You won’t stop?” I asked.
“…Why should I?”
Then he grabbed me, lifted me up—
“Ah!”
—And threw me onto the bed.
In an instant, he was straddling me, staring down with feverish eyes.
That’s when I realized—he had no tolerance at all. No experience. Nothing.
He hadn’t had time to get used to this. It was his first time, and everything was too much.
Alone with me, late at night, in bed… of course he lost control.
I had to stop him.
But then… his gown fell off, showing his chest and abs.
My inner angel screamed: Stop! You’ll kill him!
My inner devil whispered: This chance won’t come again. If he dies, you’ll just regress anyway.
…The devil won.
Before I knew it, I was sitting up, both hands pressed to his bare chest.
“W-why are you taking off your clothes?!”
No, wait—why was I touching him?!
Nike caught my hands, pressing them harder against his chest. His jaw tightened, breath burned, eyes rolled back. Another line of blood slid down his nose.
The angel sneered: At this rate, you’ll kill him for sure.
But I couldn’t stop him with strength. He was too strong.
…Unless I used the one way I knew.
“Your Highness.”
He buried his face in my neck, lips brushing—
“I don’t want to anymore.”
He froze. Slowly, he lifted his head. His blue eyes cleared in an instant.
Yes. That was his nature. No matter how far gone, if I said no, he always stopped.
“…Alright.”
He pulled back, fists tight, forcing himself to breathe slowly.
“Good. Deep breaths. In… out…”
He followed.
“I’ll sleep in my own room. Sorry for confusing you.”
I slipped off the bed. But then—my wrist was caught.
Nike, pale and worn out, whispered:
“Lock your door tonight.”
Even now, he worries about protecting me from himself.
“…Yes.” My eyes stung.
***
Next Morning
Nike Valencia stood neat in his uniform, but his head was a mess.
The note Bania gave him before running away burned in his pocket:
Sorry ㅠㅠ
I teased you first then ran away.
You looked in danger yesterday, so I had no choice.
Fighting today~ ♡♡
His memory of last night was blurry, like a fever dream. He only remembered her voice:
“Deep breaths!”
“You’ll die if you keep going!”
“You won’t stop?”
“I don’t want to anymore.”
That last line saved him. Without it, he might have ruined her—or dropped dead.
But why did he even take his clothes off?!
“Ni-ke!”
He flinched. Oh right—he was in front of his brother, Crown Prince Bain.
“Focus! You weren’t listening, were you?”
“…Sorry. Please say it again.”
Bain sighed. “You need to visit the ancestral tombs. Since they’re on the way west for your campaign, take the princess consort with you. One trip, two duties. Clear?”
“Yes. I’ll adjust the schedule.”
“Good. Then—ow.”
Bain hissed. He’d cut his thumb with a paper knife.
“Are you hurt?” Nike asked.
“It’s nothing.”
But the cut was deep.
“I should—”
“No. I’m busy. Go.”
He pressed a handkerchief to it and returned to work.
Nike felt guilty.
“…I’ll open them for you.”
“Hm?”
Bain looked up.
Nike reached inside himself, ready to rewind time a little. Just before the cut.
〈Verse of Regression〉
But nothing happened.
Nike stiffened.
…What?
