An Extra Who Wants To Escape The Obsessive Male Lead - Chapter 41
Chapter 41
“Krua.”
As Diello’s hesitant voice echoed through the room., I fixed the assistants with a cold stare, deliberately conveying my intentions.
“Ah…”
As they started to catch on, Diello spoke up.
“It’s a bit… awkward for you to do this personally.”
He tried to dissuade me, which was precisely the reaction I expected from him. However, it was exactly what we had agreed upon before their arrival. His memory was truly impressive, flawlessly reciting every word I had told him.
‘Well done, Diello.’
“So, do you plan to let another woman’s hands touch you?”
When I asked sharply, he instinctively raised both hands to deny it.
“No way. I’ll do it right here in front of you.”
He assured me.
With that, he retrieved a measuring tape from one of the assistants and placed it in my hands before offering a faint smile.
“See, Krua?”
His blushing cheeks made it unclear whether it was acting or genuine.
“Do as you please.”
As he uttered those words, he guided my hand to his button. In an instant, I flinched at the unexpected warmth.
This line wasn’t part of the script.
…Nevertheless, the scene was unfolding exactly as we had planned. There was no possibility of the assistants intervening in this situation. Anyone with an intrusive personality would be ill-suited for the role of an assistant.
As expected, the assistants and the tailor averted their gazes.
“Very well.”
Observing Diello remove his outerwear, I rose from my seat.
* * *
The assistants who attended to Diello’s outerwear exchanged furtive glances, their eyes filled with an unspoken tension. Being three in number, only two of them engaged in this silent exchange, while the third stood awkwardly, clearly out of the loop.
…Could it be that the three of them weren’t instructed by the same family?
Considering that the assembly was organized as a symbol of reconciliation between the three families, it might be a coincidence. Even in the early morning, the members of the three families had gathered in a single location, exchanging glances filled with the shared desire for reconciliation—!
…Bullsh*t, whoever organized this assembly, if they saw this scene, they would definitely rise from their grave.
“For now, this way…”
Even though the assistant seemed eager to get a closer look at Diello’s body, I responded with a displeased gaze. We were a recently married couple, basking in the sweetness of our union, and Krua was a possessive, villainous woman, so the assistants couldn’t help but lower themselves under her gaze.
“Um, please begin by measuring the shoulder line.”
They finally managed to utter.
Complying with their instructions, I positioned myself behind Diello, placing my hand gently on his shoulder.
As I pulled the measuring tape taut, tracing it along his broad back, I couldn’t help but notice the well-defined contours of his masculine physique. Due to the height difference, I stood on my tiptoes to see the numbers, causing Diello to pause.
“Hold still.”
I whispered, pressing his shoulder. I could feel his slightly uneven breath.
“Next is the arm length…”
This time, starting from the shoulder and moving towards the arm, I placed the measuring tape in alignment with his warm hands. After measuring several dimensions according to the assistant’s instructions, they finally revealed their true intentions.
“We need to measure the chest circumference last, but since the shirt is somewhat thick…”
In other words, they wanted him to take it off. It wasn’t even that thick of a shirt, but since they were definitely going to try to take it off one way or another, it was better to do it now.
“Excuse me, but can you please open it for a moment?”
The assistant asked Diello. He gazed at them briefly, then turned his eyes towards me, seeking my permission.
Ah, I see.
Staying true to my role as a possessive, villainous woman, I shot a dissatisfied look at the assistant and replied.
“I guess there’s no choice.”
My grumbling voice came out just right. At that moment, Diello leaned towards me, his fingers hovering near the shirt buttons.
“….?”
As I blinked, a shadow briefly passed over me.
Smooch.
His lips unexpectedly brushed against my forehead, catching me off guard.
“Just endure a little longer, Krua.”
Click, click.
As he unbuttoned his shirt, he continued to whisper.
“No matter where, what I show, and what I do…”
Click.
“I belong to Krua.”
This line wasn’t in the agreed-upon script, and it felt too excessive for creating a sweet atmosphere for the newlywed couple.
“Cough.”
Even the seventy-four-year experienced tailor had never seen a couple like this and coughed, trying to cover his embarrassment. The assistant discreetly took a step back.
N-Nice!
Click.
In the meanwhile, Diello completely unbuttoned his shirt, revealing lilies between the gaps. The assistants’ eyes flickered with surprise, catching sight of the two lilies, one of which was cleverly hidden as part of the disguise.
“Now, please measure the chest circumference.”
The assistant spoke.
With the measuring tape in hand, I approached Diello closely.
“….”
It felt like I had never hugged him this closely, even at night. I couldn’t tell if my face was turning red or if his warmth was making me dizzy. From behind, I pulled the measuring tape, which was touching his chest slightly tighter.
That was when Diello spoke in a low voice.
“Please loosen it a bit.”
“Ah.”
Did I pull it too tight? I loosened my grip slightly. After all, when measuring the chest circumference, it was customary to measure over the clothes, so it would be a problem if it were too tight. We weren’t making a tight-fitting outfit anyway.
“Is this enough?”
When I loosened the measuring tape slightly from his chest, Diello let out a short breath.
“No, a bit more.”
It seemed like his breath quickened slightly. It seemed that even someone skilled at improvising lines could be nervous.
“Relax.”
I whispered softly, and Diello looked down at me silently.
“….”
The fleeting gaze felt like it held a hint of reproach. Was it too tight?
“….?”
As I loosened the measuring tape a bit more, Diello smiled awkwardly before he tilted his head towards me again.
Smooch.
The sweet sound echoed once more.
“Cough! Ahem!”
The old tailor started to cough once again, and my mind was thrown into chaos this time.
A natural kiss like this was very nice! It was nice… the spies from the other family were probably here, so it was natural, but—!
In the midst of my swirling thoughts, Diello dropped another bomb.
“We’re too close, Krua.”
He whispered, his voice carrying across the quiet room.
“It was difficult to restrain myself.”
A flush crept up my face.
“Alright, let’s get back to work.”
Hearing those words, the old, experienced tailor, who seemed devoted to his work, quickly spoke up. He moved his gaze away promptly.
Almost simultaneously, a commotion erupted outside.
Instinctively, my eyes darted towards the door, still holding onto Diello.
“There’s a report from the mansion—”
An Argenta from the fourth floor burst in, knocking hurriedly and entering without waiting, only to freeze in dumbfounded surprise upon seeing us. Recovering quickly, she composed herself and spoke.
“The tailor has arrived.”
…The tailor? A new one?
I glanced back at the original tailor, who wore a troubled expression. Was he being replaced? Was it because of me?
With a troubled face, Diello spoke up.
“Just in case, I asked them to bring the tailor from the mansion as well.”
If this tailor wasn’t available, they had a backup plan in place. I admired Diello for his foresight.
“Well, then… I’ll—”
The problem was the pitiful forty-seven-year experienced tailor who managed to only witness our romantic moments.
At that moment, Diello opened his mouth.
“Does my wife have a new outfit?”
I turned to look at him, and he tilted his head slightly, his hand resting gently on top of my head. The warmth, or was it the heat, emanating from him felt almost suffocating.
As I thought that, he spoke again.
“Do you have a new outfit?”
“Huh?”
Wasn’t it customary for only the husband to wear new clothes?
“Fortunately, the tailor at the mansion is quick.”
Diello grinned as he went on.
“I hope we can coordinate our outfits.”
…What?
Now? Just a few hours before the final banquet?
I was sure there was no such plan.
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