The Me Who Wants To Escape The Princess Training

carried me.

“Nooooooooo, let me dooooooown!”

“I’ll do that in a bit.”

Saying that, he went towards the bed.

“Noooooooo, never mind, don’t let me doooooooown!”

“So willful.”

No, this isn’t me being willful.
I’m just frantically obeying the warning sounds that’re ringing in my head!

But without granting my request, he gently laid me on the bed.

“Letty, Letty, cute Letty…”

He whispered in a voice as if he was about to lose his nerves.

Clark-sama came closer to kneel above me who was laid on the bed.

This guy is seriously dangerous!

“I-I think this should only happen after marriage!”

When I tried my best to squeeze out my voice, he stared at me with a blank look on his face.

“That’s right.”

Clark-sama said with a look of realization.

“Don’t worry.
I won’t do it until we marry.”

“Eh?”

“It’s my dream for us to be connected after marriage — after we’ve officially become husband and wife.”

… So you had that kind of dream, huh?

Having escaped the crisis, my strength left me.
I breathed out a sigh, and Clark-sama combed my hair.

“I’ll also wait to kiss your lips until the wedding.”

‘That’s another dream, huh?’ I said.

What I couldn’t say though was, ‘Such girly dreams.’

That’s because he was kissing my hair in his hand.

I’m pretty sure I look funny with how my mouth flapped open and close with a red face.

Ignoring that, Clark-sama smiled.

“I’ll kiss places other than your lips though.”

When he said that, he came near my face.

And after a smooch sound, moved his face away.

“M-m-m-my cheek…”

As I flustered about while clutching the cheek he kissed, Clark-sama looked really happy.

“It’s also a dream of mine for us to make out like this.”

Don’t make it a reality, please!