I Don’t Want To Be a Porter in the NTR Novel - I Don’t Want To Be a Porter in the NTR Novel chapter 21

21 – Stockholm Syndrome

“Porter… how is it? Is something different?”

A saint who holds my hands tightly and won’t let go.

“… that, well I’m not sure… ”

I think I drank the real thing this time.

I didn’t feel anything at first

As we continue to hold hands…

The useless thought of wanting to steal those bewitching lips fills my head.

Obviously, I know best in the world that this woman is a crazy b*tch who talks about NTR and BL!

I am the biggest victim.

The problem is that there are only good memories left in my head, and all kinds of pink thoughts.

“Huh… ? Why are you blushing?”

An even more mischievous smile spread across the saintess’ lips.

Normally, it’s time to be upset,

Oddly enough… What makes you feel more lovable even when you are joking around?

It’s a big deal, it’s a big deal, it’s a big deal

It really happened…

“Uh, please don’t bring it close to my face… ”

I pulled myself away from her, holding her hand tightly, trying to barely open the gap between her faces.

“Why can’t I get close… ?”

Saying that, the saintess brought her face closer.

You were the one who gave me the love potion.

You know best what this drug does, are you kidding me?

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My heart is pounding, pounding, pounding.

Please stop, my heart!

I’m afraid that my heartbeat might even be heard by the saintess.

Or are you already hearing it?

There is something called the rocking bridge effect.

The effect that the success rate is high if you confess on the swinging bridge.

They feel fear on the rocking bridge and mistake the beating of their heart for love.

So the story of accepting the confession.

The same principle applies to asking someone you like to go see a horror movie.

Is this what it is now?

Am I mistaking the fear of dying because of this b*tch for love?

Or the Stockholm Syndrome, where you genuinely endear yourself to your captors by trying to impress them?

Certainly I seem to be a victim of Stockholm Syndrome.

“Hey, porter… It’s okay to be more honest…

Please show me the real heart that the porter was hiding… ♡”

The saintess whispers in my ear.

That expression, the expression you get when you’re extremely excited, with your eyes wide open…

It’s really my true intention to want to shout ‘Go away, crazy NTR girl’,

Something else that goes against my true heart clogs my throat and I don’t let the answer come out.

Instead, nonsense that I never wanted to say began to leak out of my mouth.

“I… Come on, the saintess… article,

article… ”

“ha… ♡”

A warm sigh escaped from the saintess’ mouth.

Why are you so excited about this?

also perverted.

-smart,

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

“Caiman, is there any… ?”

It was the voice of the princess.

I suddenly woke up.

Why the hell was I talking like that?

No, something that suppressed my sanity has now broken.

Lived anyway!

“Chit… ”

A saint who openly clicks her tongue.

He must have been thinking of harassing me while watching me struggle from the effects of the drug, but it never worked.

There are still a lot of dark histories in life, but I almost added one more.

I thought I was going to eat a little in the first place… I ended up feeding half a bottle because I kept pretending it wasn’t working.

At this point, I wonder if he really intended to feed others.

Or I’d rather just say I love you sooner.

“I… ”

“Shh, porter. don’t answer Pretend it’s not there.”

The moment I was about to answer the princess who knocked on the door, the saintess whispered that to me.

Do you want to torture me like that?

-Kiririk…

But to no avail, I heard the sound of a doorknob turning.

“huh… ? The door is open.

caiman… ?”

The princess, who opened the door and entered, looked at the saintess and me alternately,

I tried to close the door I had opened and go back.

“Now, wait a minute… ! Miss Lisa!”

I thought that if I missed this moment, I would never have a chance.

I hurriedly shook off the saintess’ hand and ran to the princess.

By the way, Lisa is the pseudonym of Elysia.

There is a small rule not to call the princess by her real name when in the village.

It seems that I forgot this rule for some reason and called her the princess.

For now, it’s to hide that the real warrior party is us.

In the first place, since there is a Munchkin saint among us, I don’t think there will be any danger.

Although the saintess is the greatest danger to our party.

“I-I’m really sorry… Interfering with a good time… ”

The princess still had a shy expression, but

I bowed my head to the princess and expressed my gratitude over and over again.

“no. thank you.”

“huh… ?”

The princess doesn’t seem to understand the situation, but I feel like I’ve escaped from the crocodile’s mouth.

Seeing the expression on the pure princess’s face made my heart instantly purified.

To think that he was almost bewitched by a wicked woman with such a rotten heart, really almost got into trouble.

I felt a stinging gaze from behind, but I ignored it.

I hope he won’t even touch the princess.

“So, what business did you have for me…? ?”

I wonder why the high-ranking princess knocked on my door.

Is that the wooden sword you’re holding in your right hand?

The princess cleared her throat once.

“Hmm, anyway… Kaiman, I’m sorry I’m a little late,

I want to teach you the martial arts of the imperial family.”

“yes?”

Was there an event like this in the original story?

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My head was full of doubts, but I followed the princess for now.

***

The princess and I were standing in the clearing in front of the inn, and the saintess was watching us from a distance.

“… What happened all of a sudden?”

I couldn’t understand the situation now.

Anyway, teaching martial arts?

Seeing my face like that, the princess continued talking.

“Caiman, your… I knew very well the will to protect my lover.

But as you know, it takes strength to protect something.

Whether it is your body, others, or your beliefs.”

The princess, who speaks with a clear and clear voice, speaks crude arguments.

It certainly sounds beautiful.

“… I’m sorry… Did I ever tell you that?”

Did I say I would protect the saintess?

I searched all over the memory folder in my head and couldn’t find it.

Even if it doesn’t make sense, it’s so bad that there’s no need for me to protect it in the first place.

Even if you throw it at the devil, it’s a year that seems to live fine.

Conversely, it is fortunate if the demon king does not become a hypnotic slave.

She was the one who subdued the many golden suns who beat me up today with just one look.

“Seria told me so.

Only to her that you carefully confided your true feelings.

I am moved by your will.

So I, though lacking, intend to help you with your training.”

Princess. You seem to be thrilled with twinkling eyes right now,

I never said that to that b*tch?

Looking over there, the saintess was making a heheheheh expression.

What is the first year?

Is this also the saintess’ ruse?

If you get away from the ruse, there is a ruse.

The framed composition of the ruse is just going to make my mind go crazy.

“On the one hand… Future adventures will have stronger enemies than now.

You never know when or how a dangerous situation may arise.

There will certainly be times when your safety will be threatened.”

“that… clearly… ”

I can’t help but understand this.

I never thought I would be able to survive just cooking.

On top of that, I gave up on the position of porter early on, but on the other hand…

It would be a lie if I said I didn’t admire the princess or the hero who fought directly against monsters.

I don’t want to be beaten by guys like Golden Sun like today.

I want to be stronger than now.

Having made up my mind, I bowed deeply to the princess.

“… I will learn martial arts. i look forward to.”

“You don’t have to set an example that far. I am also still in the position of training.”

The princess waved her hands like that and trembled in humility, but now I know very well that I’m not even close to her toes.

Perhaps even now, as a genius, she is at the level of being able to infuse aura into arms, that is, to the level of an expert.

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My main weapon is a spear, so it must be a spear expert.

Perhaps the retention time of the aura is not long,

As in common fantasy novels, this world is Mana-chan-chan, so those who can’t handle Auras can’t beat those who can handle them.

Of course, chewing up such settings is the porter of NTR novels, but I have no intention of becoming such a porter.

The princess handed me the wooden sword she was holding.

“This… ?”

“Take it. I bought it for you.”

It doesn’t look expensive or huge, but the fact that she broke down and bought mine, I’m genuinely glad.

“Have you ever learned swordsmanship?”

“..a little, yes.”

I once did kendo as an after-school activity in middle school.

does that mean anything?

I roughly grabbed the posture my body remembered.

“… I don’t think swordsmanship is the first time. unique… ”

The princess nodded while watching my posture.

If you look at modern kendo, do you react that way?

There’s no way something like [Hey, this is kendo.] would happen, right?

And seeing my wonderful swordsmanship, the princess fell in love with me at first sight!

-Titling!

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Don’t use other people’s status windows for notes.

I admit I was foolish.

And isn’t it a god full of a sense of life? Was God right?