The Museum was nearing closing time, the exhibition hall was exceptionally empty and quiet. The Staff were making their final preparations to finish their shifts.
—Hey! Mary! Jack! Allen! Nias!
Wood carried Little Anubis into the empty exhibition hall, greeting the familiar Staff one by one, "Where are we going to drink and pick up men tonight? Or—"
Wood suddenly shut his mouth.
He hadn't expected there to be visitors in the exhibition hall so close to the closing time, let alone that the Boss was there, and—engaging in a pleasant conversation with a tall, slender, blonde visitor!
(The Boss is talking to him so happily; could it be.. could it be that this person is the Boss's ex!)
Thinking of this, Wood's body instinctively recoiled, then—
Clatter!
The Medusa statue hanging by his side suddenly fell from the wall, making a crisp, loud sound.
The two people who were talking looked toward the sound and saw Wood looking quite disheveled.
Wood?
Boss..
Wood struggled to squeeze out a smile. "The Medusa statue isn't, isn't.."
Hey! Wood! Your love rival is here to provoke you, all you want to do is run away? You're such a loser!
The voice of the Medusa Statue rang in his mind, Wood's cheeks instantly flushed red. He looked toward Master and the blonde gentleman standing beside him, who was wearing a British suit and holding an umbrella, with an expression of profound embarrassment.
“..”
Papa, that person looks just like you~
Little Anubis spoke out of the blue.
Upon hearing this, Wood immediately reached out and grabbed Puppy's mouth.
(Such an obvious matter! Do you really need to remind me!)
Wood thought angrily, his eyes staring intently at the handsome visitor ahead, who possessed the same golden hair and green eyes as himself, even shared a certain resemblance in his facial features!
(Even though this guy looks a lot like me, he is taller than I am, his temperament is much more forceful, he gives off the impression of a monarch or a leader—no wonder the Boss sought out someone like me—someone who looks like him but is shorter, less assertive, both vain and weak—after he broke up with him..)
(It looks like tonight—)
—This is Wood, who is both the night security guard for the Museum and my part-time Personal Life Assistant.
Wood, this is Arthur Pendragon; he shares the same name as the legendary King Arthur.
Master spoke, introducing the two of them.
Hearing this, Wood quickly put Little Anubis back on the ground and wiped his palm, which was still covered in the puppy's saliva: "Mister Arthur, it is an honor to meet you—a while ago, I came into contact with a little boy named Arthur, he was a boy as lovely as an angel."
You are also as lovely as an Angel.
Arthur gripped Wood's hand; his palm was not only bony, but his strength far exceeded Wood's imagination. The moment their fingers pressed together, Wood even suspected his bones would be crushed by him.
I almost forgot that you are an ordinary person now.
Arthur smiled faintly, withdrawing his surprising strength, his index finger brushed against the back of Wood's hand, seemingly on purpose yet seemingly by accident.
(Why is he touching the back of my hand? To remind me to stay away from the Boss? To make me realize my place? Or..)
Wood thought with trepidation, being watched by the other's kingly and majestic gaze, he didn't even dare to move his body.
—You seem quite afraid of me?
Arthur asked with great interest.
(Is this not something anyone with eyes could see?)
Wood grumbled inwardly, while being cautious with his words: "You are handsome and possess such a noble temperament, Mister, I cannot help but—"
Do you like men?
“..”
Are you interested in going on a date with me?
“..”
Wood stole a glance at Master out of the corner of his eye; the latter was wearing a smile.
Arthur continued, "Engaging in a long-term, fixed relationship with the same person makes it easy to develop feelings of fatigue and boredom due to excessive familiarity, leading to a craving for new and external stimulation—personally, I believe my appearance can make your lives more colorful. You will experience something entirely different from before, he will become more passionate due to the sudden emergence of competition."
(So blunt! Right in front of!!)
Wood's face turned pale with shock at Arthur's words, even the Puppy at his feet perked up his ears and rolled his large eyes, repeatedly observing the subtle changes in the three adults' expressions.
.. I understand your surprise at this moment, because it sounds as if I am suggesting you treat me as a prop to add interest to your lives, violating my human rights, but in fact, I do not care at all—I enjoy triangular entanglements, I loathe traditional married life, I am very keen on joining other people's families.
“..”
Wood was stunned, completely at a loss for words at this moment.
At this moment, Master walked between the two of them.
Thank you for your suggestion, but I do not believe the relationship between Wood and me has grown weary or filled with resentment, to the point where a third party is needed to maintain the necessary passion.
But what if I find him adorable, I want to have sex with him right now?
Arthur looked at Master with a smile.
“..”
Wood was instantly at a loss.
The Boss smiled and said, "You can sleep with him, if he wants to sleep with you."
I will use my charm to make him agree.
Arthur smiled slightly, turned, walked out of the Twilight Museum.
Wood watched Arthur leave, feeling a strange sensation in his heart—
Slap!
A sudden, moderate smack landed on his buttocks.
“Boss—"
Wood turned his head with a flushed face, only to see the man's expression solemn as he muttered, "It's both firm and bouncy, with an excellent feel. No wonder That Guy showed you favor right in front of me, even wants to join in now.."
Th-then what about me?
If you feel something, you could try with him," Master said, pretending to be indifferent. "It might be a flawed theory, but the arrival of a third party can indeed create a wonderful sense of excitement and a stronger..
Boss, you mean—
“What do you think?"
With those words, the doors to the exhibition hall closed silently, leaving only a few scattered points of light within the display cases.
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Author's Note: Arthur, who is wholeheartedly dedicated to being a scumbag, haha.
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Chapter 32 True and False Arthur (2)
No, not here, not here..
Wood suddenly felt a wave of panic.
One must realize that most of the exhibits in the Museum display cases are Monsters with life and the ability to speak!
And their mouths were even more vicious and caustic than the rest.
Moreover—
Little Anubis, Little Anubis is.. he is watching..
Don't worry, Papa, in Ancient Egypt, sexuality has always been an important part of sacrifice.
Little Anubis's voice reached his ears, making the already flustered Wood even more tense, his skin flushing a burning red.
In Shakespeare's time, theatrical performances were the daily entertainment of the lower and middle classes. Almost every script and every performance contained suggestive content. I have seen more scenes than you have experienced positions! Stop being so shy!
Shakespeare's Quill let out a light, mocking sneer.
Wood was so angry he wanted to throw the quill away, but he was also afraid that if the Boss saw him, he would be misunderstood—
(Wait a minute!)
(Can the Boss not hear the voices of these mysterious objects? Or..)
Wood, having suddenly snapped back to his senses, looked at Master with a hint of terror. "Bo.. Boss.."
What is it?
The man's voice was raspy, as if scorched by flames.
Can you.. hear other sounds from here?
Of course I can—
Master raised his hand, signaling Little Anubis to leave with his pair of little lightbulbs.
Little Anubis walked away reluctantly, found a corner to lie down in, rested his muzzle on his front paws.
And now?
Even now..
Wood tried to push him away, but the scorching breath had already soaked into his skin, triggering a bodily reflex that caused him to unconsciously—
—As expected, you are very obedient.
The man spoke with praise, his love penetrating even deeper.
Bo.. Boss..
Wood was currently at a loss for words, feeling as if he wanted to cry but had no tears—the mysterious entities were incessantly cracking dirty jokes inside his head, praising him for being such high-quality material, noting how he had become so, so much in just a few months. The dirty jokes, combined with the intense shame and the various instinctive physical reactions to intimacy, intertwined to form intermittent sobs and a sense of helplessness.