<When the door is found, there is no guarantee that the male protagonist Michael did not lock the door. So the female protagonist Elina breaks in through the window.>

Lara hesitated and then, thinking that she did not know, placed both arms on the window frame. After she succeeded in putting one leg over with all her strength, the rest went smoothly. It was the moment when she climbed over the window like a frog, desperately clinging to it so as not to fall, and landed on the smooth floor.

“Who are you…, you.”

A rough, sharp voice was heard from not far away.

Lara turned her head, as if it was going to creak, and looked to the side. There was a man with light blond hair that did not match the gloomy scenery standing there. His face was as pale as wax and his eyelashes were as pale as gold, as if they would crumble, and there was a look of caution.

In order to avoid being treated like a thief, Lara tried to come up with an excuse, but before she could, Michael stepped back and spoke firmly.

“I don’t know who you are, but get out.” “Hey, over there… … .”

The half-shaded sky-blue eyes were glaring at her, standing by the window. He looked like a sullen cat, and his personality didn’t look good.

Lara couldn’t figure out how to make an excuse. His tightly clenched fists

were trembling. Lara quickly realized that it wasn’t anger toward others, but fear that was squeezing him. However, she judged that it would be worse to approach him hastily and offer clumsy words of comfort. It was awkward and suffocating, but on top of that, she could clearly feel his wariness, and she really wanted to turn back.

‘Oh, God. Please help me!’

<Lost and wandering lamb, from now on, follow what I say. ―Hello? Is the weather nice today?>

“… … .”

<Hello? Is the weather nice today?> “… … .”

Lara’s mouth, which was tightly shut, seemed to be glued together with glue, showing no sign of falling off. The moment she uttered those words, she was sure to hear, “Don’t you have any sense of the f*ck?”

“This… doesn’t seem right.”

<Trust me, chosen one. The heroine said this when we first met.> “That’s possible because she’s the heroine. I really can’t do it… … .”

Lara, who was vehemently refusing, continued to force the advanced one-day course.

<Follow me. ―Wouldn’t you like to be friends?”

“… … .”

<Wouldn’t you like to be friends?”

“… Wouldn’t you like to be… friends… … ?”

Lara followed along, groaning. Her eyes timidly lowered because she really didn’t want to do it. As expected, she heard laughter from the other side.

“Huh, friend? What do you know about me that you call me friend from the very beginning?”

<I know.>

“… … .”

<I know.> “… Ah, I know.”

It was like a program that automatically read Korean. As a heavy silence descended, Lara had no choice but to continue speaking quickly.

<You’re the owner of this house, right?>

“You’re the owner of this house… … ?”

It was when the thought of a dead bread angle came to mind. Surprisingly, it worked. His lips, which had been nervously wrinkled, opened and a laugh flowed out of his thin lips. “… Phew, are all the reporters that shameless these days? Haha, hehe.”

‘What on earth is the point of the laughter?’

It was when Lara clumsily followed along. A brown stain slowly began to spread across the front of his tan pants.

“Ah… … . Here we go again.”

Michael stopped laughing, but water continued to flow down his calves. Lara looked at the clear water that had formed a puddle on the floor with shocked eyes. Even the god was speechless.

“Is it really okay to be friends with this guy?”

A light smile of self-mockery naturally appeared on Michael’s face, which had fallen into despair.

His pale blue eyes took in Lara’s hardened face and drew a sad smile. Even so, water droplets, unable to overcome gravity, fell to his feet with a dripping sound.

He had been like this since birth. An enormous amount of divine power pressed down on his bladder instead of his heart, resulting in incurable incontinence^[1]Inability to control the flow of urine from the bladder.

“Male incontinence, isn’t that funny?”

<What, what?! Male incontinence… …!>

His voice was as sharp as that of a rich woman who was displeased with her son bringing a poor commoner woman into the house.

<What did I do to you! You, who has a heart disease!! How could you do this to me!!>

‘Calm down.’ ‘I’m going to cry!’

When the excited voice of the god tore Lara’s hair apart, Michael bit his lower lip and lowered his head. His face, where the smile had begun to fade, was stained with the color of the disease.

It was an inescapable disease for me. I had to live in a room isolated since I was young, wearing incontinence diapers. Even smiling was a risky thing, so I couldn’t even make friends.

Michael felt a bitter feeling. He was now sick of seeing hot liquid soaking the floor. Handwashing and changing the bedsheets were all hell. This pain, which he repeated dozens of times a day, would be unfathomable to anyone who had not experienced it.

It was not that he had never tried. Michael himself had tried to take off the incontinence diapers and live like a normal person. However, he had failed every time. As if it was pushing me into a pit of despair and making fun of me, the incontinence showed no signs of getting better. Even now.

<At this rate, the sickly male protagonist cliché is in danger… …! The male protagonist, whose self-esteem is rock bottom due to his complex about having a weak heart, opens his tightly closed heart’s door only to the female protagonist. But what?!! Incontinence?!!>

‘Incontinence is an illness after all. It seems serious to the person in question. My grandfather also suffered from incontinence, so I know.’

<That’s your grandfather! Isn’t he the male protagonist!!> ‘You’re ignoring someone else’s grandfather right now!!’

“… Ha, you can laugh at me. Even if you think it’s dirty, there’s nothing I can do.”

This is what it means to live with an illness for the rest of your life. A life where you can’t be the subject of your own life, a life where you always have to think of your illness first. Is there really any meaning to this life, where you’re barely hanging on while being bound by an illness?

Michael stared frozen, staring at the bedroom door. If he went inside and hid like this, would he feel a little better? Hot ridicule boiled inside him.

“Um, I’m sorry.”

It was then that he heard something unbelievable. “I didn’t hear because I was thinking about something else. What did you say…?” “… What…?”

“I didn’t hear because I was thinking about something else. Can you tell me again?”

“If you thought it was dirty, then tell me honestly. … I’ve been alone for 20 years. Because of this damned disease. You think I’m cursed too, right? Are you wrong?”

He looked clearly sick as he spoke with self-pity. Lara spoke to him cautiously because she didn’t feel good.

“Honestly… I don’t think other people’s urine is dirty, but I don’t think illness is dirty. My grandfather also suffered a lot from incontinence. I can understand how hard it is.”

There was no answer. Lara slowly turned around to leave, looking at her back where her light blonde hair flowed down in a single ponytail.

“I’m sorry for barging in without permission. I’ll go now.”

There was a large hand grabbing Lara’s right hand as if it were snatching it along with the sound of urgent footsteps behind her. Startled, Lara turned her head halfway back. The beautiful face that had come close to her was stained with desperation.

Lara, who had been maintaining an awkward posture with her body facing forward and her face facing back, eventually stumbled after a short while. Michael quickly grabbed Lara’s other arm, but because he had no strength, he couldn’t hold out for long and they both fell down.

A loud crack rang out. Lara couldn’t move because Michael had fallen over her. He looked thin on the outside, but he was quite heavy, perhaps because he was a man.

“What the hell… You fell down alone and made a mess?”

Lara raised her head in frustration when a rough voice was heard from above.

“No, who are you holding on to… … .”

At that moment, her eyes widened at the thin bridge of her nose that seemed to touch her own. What is it, what is it? Lara tightly closed her eyes, thinking that he might be trying to do a kiss scene out of nowhere.

However, she felt no sensation on her lips. A more stimulating voice flowed through her ear.

“Wait a minute… … . Heh, haa.”

“… … ?!!”

As soon as the hot breath touched her face, Lara’s face turned red like a burnt sweet potato.

Without stopping there, Michael grabbed Lara’s wrist that he was holding even tighter. The wrinkles between her eyebrows were thick, perhaps because her hands were strong, but the sight was incredibly sexy.

It was when she was blankly staring at her held wrist. The sound of raindrops hitting the floor could be heard from below. Lara dropped her heavy gaze like a stone. An earthquake was quietly occurring in her pupils.

The water droplets falling from his pants were soaking her uniform pants.

‘How much water did you drink! Aaaah!’

She should have felt embarrassed about taking a shower and changing clothes at a stranger’s house for the first time in her life, but at the moment, Lara was just feeling relieved, like someone who had gone through all kinds of hardships and adversities.

‘… What am I doing right now?’

As she sighed and went out to the living room, she saw a man sitting on the sofa reading a book. His pale skin and pale, hardened, sky-blue eyes were as clear as a wax doll.

“Excuse me, I’m going to go back now. Can I ask you for directions… … .” “Where are you going when your clothes aren’t even dry yet?”

“Can’t I just wear these?” “I never said I’d lend you my clothes?”

His voice was calm. Lara, slightly annoyed by this, walked over to him and placed both hands on his waist.

“Hey! Who made my clothes get wet… … .”

“It’s your fault for being under me. Why don’t you calm down and have some tea?”

I snorted involuntarily at the man’s leisurely manner of lifting his teacup.

“Stop drinking tea. Tea helps with urination!” “It must be a diuretic.”

“Anyway! If you’re going to be so picky, I’ll leave wearing my wet clothes. So tell me how to get out right now.”