I Met the Male Lead in Prison

Chapter 52 – You…Why are you doing this to me? (3)

Translator: SKAIS Editor: SKAIS

I wanted to shout back and ask, but I couldn’t say anything. Right now, I was in deep shock because of what he just uttered.

If you ask me why, well, I think you’ll get a stern answer.

To be honest, I think everyone knew that no matter how pure and innocent a man’s heart is, there is always that glint of evil residing inside of it. This is what I discerned after hearing Ricdorian’s statement.

But since I am a good adult in this new and unfamiliar setting I’m in, I just slowly pretended to skim the floor, avoiding the attractive gaze of Ricdorian.

Was he even aware of what he had spoken in the first place?

Ugh.

I need to think of good thoughts…Good thoughts and good life angles. Iana, think of rainbows and unicorns and restrain yourself.

I said it 20 times in my head. And when I turned back to Ricdorian, my eyes met those blue eyes still gazing towards me. As a matter of fact, it seemed like he didn’t take his eyes off me.

Staring at the tantalizing display made me wonder.

How could his eyes be so blue?

It was so blue that I felt like I’m diving at the bottom of a deep-sea where all those mythical creatures dwell.

We kept our stare with each other, and this time, I didn’t even try to avoid his gaze, rather, I faced him straight. However, after a few seconds, Ricdorian’s cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. He immediately averted his eyes and parted his lips. Even his ears were as red as the eyes of a rabbit.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

What? So you can freely stare at me, while I can’t?

“Why?”

“Well, that’s because it’s getting bigger!”

Oh….

So… where is that really?

I want to hear as much detail as possible regarding that but…I can’t. Yeah, it’s just not possible. I know this boy is only two years younger than me, but still! He’s younger than me! That would be bad.

This time, I kind of hesitated whether I should ask for more words of enlightenment or not, but fortunately, Ricdorian opened his mouth first.

“When I think of you, my arms and my legs keep on… I feel like I’m getting bigger. My fingers are also getting longer.”

Ohhh…

“…Okay? Anything else?” I asked curiously.

“The other thing…”

For some reason, in the end, he hesitated, and his cheeks turned redder than before. His mumbling mouth murmured more, and therefore I could not hear the last part.

I didn’t know if it was a part of his body or not, but I think he talked about something. Something that would be best not to hear.

Oh no. No!

As I tried to erase my lecherous thoughts, I lifted my hand and let my chin rest on it. My imagination was getting more and more creative that I needed to splash myself with holy water to be cleansed.

“So, to sum it up. When you think of me, you feel like you’re getting bigger.” I said hastily to stop him from feeding more ideas to my dirty imagination.

“Eh? Yes…”

“Have you already tried experimenting with the capabilities of your new form? Well, I needed to examine you and measure the changes you’ve undergone by asking you questions. From your arms to your…everything.”

Ricdorian shook his head. He blinked naively and tilted his head like a dog. He looked like he was clueless.

“I… didn’t think about that.”

I took my eyes off him and looked all over the prison. The walls looked like it was made of bricks, so it might not be difficult to check his body measurement changes or do the experiment.

And as I glanced back at him, I realized that he didn’t really seem to have any idea with the experiment.

“By the way, have you been awake all day?”

Come to think of it; it seems like he never falls asleep.

Then, the thought of our first meeting crossed my mind. That’s the only time I saw him asleep. Was it just by chance that every time I visited him, he was awake or… maybe not?

“When do you sleep?”

I’ve never seen you asleep. Do you usually not rest well?

“That…I don’t usually sleep. And now, I don’t want to sleep.”

“You don’t want to sleep? Why?”

Ricdorian, who had been struggling to answer me, lowered his head for a moment but soon lifted it to talk.

“When I fall asleep, I can’t see you.”

His blue eyes caught me. But the eye-to-eye contact didn’t last long. It was because the young man, who blushed, lowered his head once again.

Then, he bit his lips hard.

“What…. what if the moment I close my eyes, you’ll be gone? What if you’ll leave me once I’m asleep? What if you’re going to disappear just like that?” He said as if the thought and possibility that those things might have happened pains him.

Oh…

I was shocked. I can’t find the right words to say.

His hand beside mine slowly approached me. But unable to reach mine, his hands were left hanging in the air.

I knew that a man’s body could turn red when feeling certain emotions; I just didn’t expect that it would include a man’s fingertips.

“…are you going now?”

His fingers, which were turned red only at the tips, looked even redder compared to my pale hand.

As a matter of fact, I felt sick after I woke up.

And because of that, my fingers were boney and lean, and the skin was so pale. But it wasn’t too hard for me to move around despite being sick. I can manage it.

Soon, I rolled my eyes.

His embarrassment quickly disappeared, and indifference filled the place.

Hey, isn’t it necessary to turn on the hazard before turning or changing direction? That’s most likely the basic rule of driving! He should’ve at least made some warning signs whenever his mood’s going to change. What an unpredictable man!

Right now, Ricdorian displays himself like a man as beautiful as a lily flower moistened with water. A lily has this beauty that blooms in the daytime but hides itself at night. And even though it doesn’t live for a long time,* still, it is perfect during its lifetime.

The only difference Ricdorian and this flower have was that even though Ricdorian’s time to bloom fully hasn’t come yet, he’s already as beautiful as a blossomed lily in it’s right time. So if that’s currently the case, what more would he become a few years from now?

As a matter of fact, I’ve seen it once before.

He was so mature that time that he can be considered a super sexy dynamite**, but I turned my head away and brought out a rather childish expression.

“I’m not going right now.”

*Vase life of lilies is around 10-14 days

**Dynamite – a slang term defined as outstanding, super dangerous or powerful

P.S. Previous comments were accidentally removed because of the changes I did for the chapter. I am sorry. ?