Now all I have to do is wait for you, the Black-Masked One, to come to my rescue.

Just thinking about it makes my heart flutter, my pulse race and makes me get excited.

To be honest, I’m starting to feel back for the kidnappers after I stopped fearing them as they are only ‘a bridge to help our love’.

“Anyway, this one is awfully quiet. Usually, when someone gets kidnapped, they either cry or shake in fear, but she looks like a woman waiting for her boyfriend to go on a date…”

And one of the kidnappers showed such precise insight that I got tempted to explain to them what the situation was for me, but I held my breath because if they found out that you, the Black-Masked One, were coming to rescue me, not only my chastity but my life would be in danger.

Haa, I’d love to talk to someone about anything about you, but that’s hard when you don’t have anyone to…

I’ve told my classmates about you many times before, but, despite their initial interest in hearing about you, they have recently started to blatantly change the subject without hiding that ‘you’re-talking-about-it-again’ attitude.

To be honest, I have been so overwhelmed by my inability to talk about you, Black-Masked One, that I have started to have withdrawal symptoms. So much so that I now catch the stray cats I feed and talk to them about you.

Anyways, the fact that I can see you now rather than talk about the black-masked you today is more significant to me, and my desire to talk about you is bearable.

Ahh, please come to me soon… I don’t want to wait a minute longer.

And I waited impatiently for you, the Black-Masked One, in the kidnapper’s carriage.

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[Kaisar’s POV]

“Kaisar! Hey! Kaisar! Hey, Kaisar!”

“What is it? You don’t have to call me that loud. I can hear you.”

After school, after the day’s classes were over, I got ready to change and head home while dealing with Bridgette and Karendoll (patting their heads).

And when I was about to go to the carriage, I heard a lovely voice I didn’t recognize calling me.

Frankly speaking, if her voice were that loud, anyone could have heard her! But when I turned around, I saw Princess Claude running toward me with her b*****s shaking in a ‘boing-boing’ motion.

The sight of a woman’s large b*****s swaying would usually be a delight to the eyes, but just the thought that the source is Her Highness Princess Claude makes me lose interest at once.

Still, it is the sad nature of men’s eyes to follow.