Six months had passed without anything much happening inside the wooden hut. Jean was still bedridden for some reason, and he only got slightly better after so long. 

Jean could get up from the bed by himself, but he couldn't even walk at least ten steps from the bed. Jean was permanently bedridden, but Matthew seemed to enjoy it.

Every day was a holiday for Matthew, and the task of taking care of Jean… was more like a daily reward for him as well.

Jean was uncomfortable at first because Matthew also helped him to take a bath and change clothes. But Jean got used to it after a while. He allowed Matthew to help him with everything. Gradually, Jean became dependent on Matthew. 

"Slowly, Young Master…" Matthew said as he helped Jean to walk towards the door. Matthew already made a rocking chair for Jean, so he could stare at the beautiful forest in front of him while Mattew was busy hunting for food or scavenging in the nearby city if available. 

Jean sat on the rocking chair slowly and smiled at Matthew, "Thank you, Matthew. I'm sorry that I cannot do much. I'm trying to recover, but I don't know what is happening with me right now. I can't seem to fully recover…."

"Ah, don't mention it, Young Master. I'm glad to have you here. Don't you think that our life is quite good now?" Matthew asked. "We are safe from His Highness' Archduke Maximillien's rampage and have a simple hut for us to live. We do not lack food either."

"Yeah, I guess so…" Jean nodded weakly. He had to admit that Matthew cared for him very meticulously. So it was hard not to feel grateful for someone as kind as Matthew.

"Matthew…"

"Yes?" Matthew looked up as he was tying his boots to go for another hunt. 

Matthew had become a lot more rugged than before. He also developed muscle and tan skin after so much hunting, though Matthew got maturer and more handsome as he grew his. Jean felt guilty because Matthew had to do everything on his own. 

"You… you don't need to call me Young Master anymore," Jean said.

"Huh?"

"I mean… I'm not a Young Master anymore. J—Just call me Jean…."

"You… you allowed me to address you by your first name?" Matthew asked. He thought he heard the wrong thing. "Please repeat it, Young Master Jean."

"I said, just call me Jean from now on…." Jean repeated bashfully. "We've been living together for a while now, don't be so formal with me…."

Matthew got up from the ground and stood in front of Jean, sitting on the rocking chair. He put his hands on each side of the armrest. He leaned in. They were facing each other closely. 

"T—Then, can I… kiss your cheek?" Matthew asked softly. He was unsure if Young Master would find him disgusting. 

…

"Forget it," Matthew scoffed, full of ridicule for himself. He was too ashamed that he had requested a ridiculous thing. Of course, Young Master Jean wouldn't want to kiss someone like him.

A lowborn without rank, without amazing power, without birthright.

"Please forget what I said—"

"You can kiss me."

"Huh?"

Jean slowly turned his head to the right, exposing his left cheek and part of his neck, "K—Kiss me here if you want…."

Matthew was dazed for a moment, and he leaned in.

Chu~

Matthew gave a light kiss on Jean's cheek, and Jean's cheek turned ruddy out of shyness. 

Matthew kept staring at Jean before commenting, "Your cheek is so sweet, Jean…."

"R—Really?"

"Yes. Can I have a second kiss? I mean, if I kissed Jean's left cheek, then I can kiss the other side as well, right?" Matthew persuaded. He wanted more and more. In fact, if he wanted to show his true colour right now, he wanted to just absolutely ripped Jean's clothes and fuck him on this rocking chair right now.

But he couldn't do it, not yet.

He wanted Young Master Jean to wholly give himself to him.

Jean flushed when he heard Matthew trying to get the second kiss. Surprisingly, he didn't object to the idea at all. He just nodded slightly and turned his head around for Matthew to kiss his other cheek.

Chu~

Matthew's kiss was deeper this time, and Jean felt a small electric shock all over his body.

After Matthew was satisfied, he distanced himself. He said, "I—I will go now before I do something even more unscrupulous. I will see you this evening, Jean."

"Be safe on your hunt!" Jean waved his hand as Matthew walked further and further from the hut. 

Jean sighed and tried to get up from the rocking chair to no avail. He was too weak to even move his leg without Matthew's support as if anything he could do right now was to depend on Matthew.

Pupa materialized in front of Yunyu and observed, "So, have you finally fed up with him?"

"Fed up?"

"Yeah, it's been six months since you're stuck here with Matthew."

"Hmm… not really. I mean, Matthew has been taking care of me so meticulously. And it's very peaceful as well. But only one thing that I don't like."

"Which is?" Pupa asked.

"His reluctance and slow game ah! Damn it! Why can't he just suddenly spread my leg in this rocking chair and fuck me silly!"

…

"Seriously, I want to play Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping play, and mind manipulation play. I haven't had enough from the seventh world," Yunyu complained. "But Matthew is very gentle and slow on his approach. He really wants me to give myself to him, becoming fully dependent."

"We've been stuck here for six months. You can't stay here with Matthew forever," Pupa urged. 

"I know, but what can I do? I can't even walk, let alone using my magic!" Yunyu replied frustratedly. He found out that his magic had been completely blocked here. He was basically a disabled young man right now. 

"I will try to persuade Matthew tonight. Let me use my high-level Guilt Tripping no Justu here!"