*GASP!*
Once again, Craymin gasped awake, jolting upright on the bed.
A sharp pain tore through his head like it had before, followed by the same sequence of events.
Craymin's brow twitched, not because of the insult like it had been before, but because it stirred up the feeling of déjà vu within him.
Huh? Hasn't this happened before?
Craymin slowly rubbed a hand over the sides of his head, gently massaging as his mind raced with thoughts.
All this has happened before, hasn't it? I— I think I died.
Just then, the gentle knock came on the door and the girl walked in carrying the tray of tea. Craymin instantly snapped his head to the system.
"All these have happened before, haven't they?" He asked, looking to the system for confirmation.
The system replied vaguely.
Craymin clicked his tongue lowly, tilting his head sideways in contemplation.
Uh? Is it all in my head? Did that book cause me so much damage?
Ah?! Is this the infamous déjà vu?It definitely feels like I—
*SLUMP!*
[YOU HAVE DIED]
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KKUUUGH!
And again, he gasped awake. But this time, he was sure.
Craymin huffed from the distress, his mind reeling.
I definitely died. And it was when the girl came in. Why?
Craymin's eyes darted about the chambers as if the answers lay hidden somewhere in there. He was deaf to all the system was saying, only focused on trying to find out why he kept dying.
The moment the knock came on the door, Craymin perked up, alert.
I didn't even drink the tea, he thought inwardly as he stared at the girl.
As the girl bowed to greet him, his thoughts continued.
I was sat here all the time and didn't even—
Just as he thought that, something caught his eyes.
The moment the girl rose, her mouth curved like she was blowing a faint whistle, and a faint smoke snaked through the air straight at him.
Craymin's eyes widened, instantly snapping his head out of the way.
It must be that. I must've breathed that in.
Anger simmered within Craymin, the tingling sensation he had felt the first time he saw her l now replaced with boiling anger.
Whatever that was seemed to be odorless and a bit transparent so I must've kept missing it.
"Tsk!"
Craymin clicked his tongue, surging toward the girl. He closed the distance in no time, his garments flowing softly behind him.
He grabbed the girl by the back of her neck, slamming her face first onto the lavish marble floor.
The tray of tea in her grasp shattered to the floor, the boiling liquid splashing on her.
A brief scream was all that escaped her before she went silent, whimpering on the floor.
Bent over, Craymin's hair and robe spilled over the girl's form. He pinned her hands behind her, pressing her to the floor.
"It's you, isn't it?" He asked amidst gritted teeth. "You came here to kill me!"
"M-majesty," the girl stuttered, struggling softly to break free. "I don't- I don't know what you're talking about," she cried.
Craymin's anger rushed to his head, his blood pumping with annoyance.
"Is anyone there?!" He yelled, and immediately, two men in the same formal garment rushed into the chambers—guards.
Without a moment's hesitation, Craymin drew the sword of one of the guards closer to him. He raised the sword, pointing its tip down on the girl.
"Speak now or I'll impale you from behind!"
The girl's body ceased for a moment before shivers of fear rippled through her, causing her to tremble.
"Please forgive me your majesty. I was forced to do it," she cried out.
Craymin's forehead wrinkled in irritation, staring at the girl.
"Tch! Lock her up!" He commanded, pushing her roughly to the guards..
Without any protest, the guards obediently dragged her away.
Standing tall but no taller than a teenager, Craymin exuded authority.
His hair was disheveled, cascading down his back and chest. His garment of multiple luxurious layers painted him a man well deserving of his nobility.
He threw aside the sword, its steel clanging sharply as it skittered across the ground.
Craymin let out a deep sigh, throwing his head back so his hair poured back.
"Well, I figured there must be guards out there watching me if I was indeed a king," he replied. "And there's no way a king won't have people after his neck, correct?"
He tilted his head sideways toward the system, his hair pouring along with the motion.
Another sigh escaped Craymin. He was about to turn back when—
[Ding!]
[You have earned 20 points.]
A screen with the reading floated in front of him.
"What is this?" He asked, posing it to the system.
Craymin stared blankly at the system for a brief moment, feeling annoyed.
"And what if I act in a way that doesn't align with his personality?" He questioned.
Tsk! So I not only have to live his life, I have to act according to him? Hmph!
There were lots of other questions that Craymin needed answers to, but he had a more pressing issue.
"I've been feeling this since the first loop, but why does my lower half feel heavy?" Craymin asked, walking back to his bed. "It feels like my manhood is strapped to something."
Craymin plumped down on his bed, lifting his garments to inspect his lower half.
"The fuck is this?!" He yelled, eyes wide with disbelief as he gazed at his manhood, or better yet, what was supposed to be his manhood.
Enclosing his entire manhood was a cocoon-like material. Soft in texture, and brown in color, it trapped his cock like a moth pupa inside a cocoon.
"W-what…why..wha-how…?" Craymin broke out in cold sweat, unable to even form any proper word. He was too shocked and confused.
"WHY??!" He finally breathed out.
Craymin froze, his muscles locking in place with mouth agape in stunned silence.
"Hah?!"