Became a Sleeping Drug for an S-Class Esper

In a world without the concept of Impressionism, he accurately grasped the essence of my painting.

He sincerely and honestly shared his thoughts, which was very touching since I had never heard raw impressions of my work from anyone other than family.

"The exhibition held this time was very good."

Compliments are like a carrot that makes even whales dance. Despite knowing that he is terrifying and obsessive, my heart was moved.

When I stripped away the bad rumors and the image from the novel, Alexei didn't seem like such a bad person. This was a problem.

I nervously relaxed my guard and looked at Alexei. He had a perfect golden ratio. If a masterful sword, forged thousands or even tens of thousands of times, were to become a person, it would look like this. Sharp, cold, and capable of harm, yet beautiful.

As I stared at Alexei, he approached the portrait. Our eyes met, and his lips touched the painting.

"Then I'll see you again tomorrow."

After watching his reliable back walk away for a while, I collapsed onto the ground. 'What's going on? Did I just kiss a man? No, there was a wall in between, so our lips didn't actually touch. But why is this happening? My heart.' My heart was racing so much that I could hardly breathe.

After dazing for a while, I scrambled up like a jellyfish, dived onto my bed, and thought, "This is all because that perverted guy is handsome. I'm fine!"