Dead Soldier

The story of a noble lady from the capital and her loyal dead man. * [This is a sadistic article, torturing the male protagonist. Up to now, my writing comes from my instinctive little theater in my mind, and I don't deliberately conceive of anything else. This is actually the third time I've written about this small theater, but it's the first time I've had a lot of fun writing about it. Why do you say that? Because a long time ago, this small theater has actually been one of the permanent theaters in my mind. It's probably a story about a male protagonist who has committed a serious crime and is willing to be abused by the female protagonist (of course, he is willing to do so even if he has not committed a crime) in order to atone for his sins. This theater can be traced back to junior high school. At that time, the setting was still a misunderstanding, but later it gradually evolved into a real crime. My usual stories are usually about doting on each other, but in the theater in my mind, most of the stories are about the female protagonist physically abusing the male protagonist for various reasons, and she is cruel, but from time to time there is heartache and tenderness that cannot be concealed. This is because when I wrote the article, I was actually wearing shackles. I want to write articles that the public can accept, and articles that will not be criticized by judges. So I outsourced the abuse, and the heroine ended up taking on the healing part. The master and apprentice in "Record" and "Ninja" in the short story series are actually writing this story, but they are all written in an obscure and unsatisfying way. Now that I haven't written articles for a long time, I finally let myself go and no longer care about other people's evaluations. So I actually wrote this true story of the theater in my head, and restored about 90% of it, and the remaining 10% was used for the circle. The setting of the circle in the theater of the brain does not need to be unreasonable. Of course, don't be disappointed in me. Since I have always written about mutual favor in the past, of course it is because I also like mutual favor very much, and I often enjoy reading my own articles. It's just that the daily fantasies in the mind are to pursue excitement after all, and simply doting on each other becomes a bit too calm~ I don't know why you still tolerate my willfulness and are still willing to read my articles. But I love every one of you. Purpose: Loyal dog hero