There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 22

You have two moles in a row under your left eye, and one below the right side of your lips.

It means that there are three distinct, jet-black moles next to the corners of your eyes, which are naturally sharp and upturned when expressionless but also seem to droop languidly due to a habit of looking down on others in all matters, and your lips, which habitually curve.

When ten fingernails caress him as if tapping, and your already crescent-shaped lips curve strangely, pulling at the position of the moles.

“If you are not trying to entertain me, then you must be serious……. A romance? You and I in a romance? Oh, my goodness. Are you unable to mix bodies without the word ‘love’…?”

“……”

“How cute. If you are as naive as that, you will be eaten alive by someone like me, Mr. Ryuseong.”

He once again vaguely thinks that he wants to swallow your moles.

If he were to say that he wants to gaze at you while hotly sweeping his tongue over your cold skin and see the expression you make, what would you answer?

Even for you, who looks down on everything with such arrogance, you would not be able to hide your trembling eyes then.

‘Who on earth is going to be eaten by whom….’

“Do not look at me with such a pitiful face. Since your actions are cute, it is not as if I cannot play along… but I will ask one thing instead. There is something I am curious about.”

Your irises are a pale, high-brightness purple. A strikingly bright color that could be mistaken for a light crimson. The purple that makes you, burning white-hot with a desire closer to destruction and madness than creation, is blazing.

Ryuseong knew those eyes.

They were the eyes of one who intends to devour.

“You insolent man, with what confidence do you speak of patience in front of me?”

The eyes of one who meticulously dissects their prey—the tension in its muscles, the reaction of its nerves, the movement of its joints—watching for a chance to tear its flesh and hide with its molars.

“Do you think you can endure it?”

The eyes of a predator.

“When I say I will let you go all the way, do you think you can be satisfied with a mere kiss, you.”

A gaze looking down from an immense height. An expression that affirms you will not be able to do it. Looking down on. Despising…….

His emotions flared up, black as soot. Ryuseong opened his mouth as he pleased.

“Shall we make a bet?”

Before the words were even finished, he grabbed your shoulders. And flipped your body over.

It was not that he felt no resistance, but he pinned you to the bed with one hand and brought a potion bottle to his mouth with the other, biting it open. He pressed down your lower body, which seemed about to kick, and tilted the bottle to pour the silver potion on you.

“On who will beg first.”

Your shoulders trembled with a flutter, as if the potion pouring onto your nape was cold. It was as if you wanted to escape, struggling your body, a complete change from when you were forcefully pressing down on him. He tightened his grip on your shoulders to keep you from moving. Even so, you were still smiling as perfectly as a painting.

“……Not bad, a bet. I think it would be fun to see you cry.”

“The one crying will be you.”

Seeing how the wound was healing, it seemed one potion would not be enough. Even after pouring out all the A-grade potions that others could not get their hands on, though they might be nothing but cheap things to Cassis de Millang.

He had heard that there were constitutions that did not respond well to potions, but to think it was you.

‘Is that why you always carried top-grade potions?’

It is ridiculous that you would perform blood magic with such a constitution, but he did not add any comments and tore open another potion. After pouring a couple more, the shirt you were wearing began to get soaked.

However, you did not even seem to mind that the bloodstained shirt, torn at the nape and revealing your collarbone, was now transparently showing your skin; you only seemed to dislike the coldness.

“I’m cold… will you warm me up?”

And then you say it. With a deceitful expression as if you were fragile, leaving an opening as if asking to be held. You end up captivating a person with a terribly elegant grace.

Damn Cassis de Millang.

You must have been like this in some timeline he did not know. An inexplicable impulse surged. He stuck out his tongue, licked your collarbone, and sucked up the potion pooled there. Deeply, enough to leave a mark.

“This is not a kiss, so does that not mean you have lost?”

You said, with your teeth slightly bared, almost like a growl.

“Did I not just kiss your collarbone?”

“……Aha? So this is how you want to play?”

Then I suppose I do not have to be polite either, right?

You, who had muttered something meaningful in that instant, pulled his black hair back. As he was frowning from having his head forcibly lifted, you swallowed him with cool, gentle lips.

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It was the first time an opponent’s tongue felt hot during a kiss.

Perhaps because Ryuseong was a bastard with a naturally high body temperature, it usually felt lukewarm or just warm, but a moment ago when Ryuseong licked my collarbone with his tongue, it felt like I might get a burn.

‘It might be because Cassis’s body is cold.’

I cut my thoughts short and, while holding onto Ryuseong’s hair, delved deep into his mouth, tangling our tongues. It was funny how every single thing this bastard said sounded as if he genuinely wanted some fresh love play or a game of romance, but unfortunately for him, I knew this type well. Ascetic. Desperately trying to neatly tidy up their desires.

Ryuseong seemed to try to take the lead in the kiss a few times with rough efforts, but there was no way that would work. I deliberately induced wet, lewd sounds and explored him with the corners of my lips curled up. I scraped the roof of his mouth with the blunt tip of my tongue, pushed in deep to entwine our tongues to the root, and caressed and soothed the hot, moist mucous membrane with dense intimacy.

‘How many years have I lived a promiscuous life? Do you think I can’t properly play with this one little kid?’

Yes, of course, you would want to get on top of me too. It is natural for any guy to want to be on top. But here is the thing. I am better at this, you little punk. My experience is way beyond yours…….

“……?”

Uh, huh. What is this.

Cassis de Millang, why are you so sensitive?

‘Why am I feeling this much from just a kiss…?’

Wait a minute. Just wait a second. I tried to push his chest away, but the damned protagonist bastard would not listen, so I balled my fist and hit him. But my wrist was caught and slammed down to the floor.

“Ugh….”

Wow, look at that moan. Did that just come out of my mouth?

Dammit. This is crazy. I forgot that this is not my body. That if it is not my body, the sensitivity could be different from what I knew.

And I underestimated the skill of the talented protagonist. Even though the original work described the protagonist as a bastard who was good at anything physical.

The moment he learned how to kiss from me, he transformed so much that I could not tell where his initial clumsy, rough, and overeager tongue-work had gone.

The rookie, who had lost his momentum when I gently coaxed him after he had tried to force his way in by prying my lips open and shoving his tongue in, was now, just as I had done, sucking on the root of my tongue and rubbing the roof of my mouth with dense intimacy. Which meant I was now being pushed to a point where I could not even breathe properly on my own if he did not let me go.

Ah, fuck. The sensation is so lewd. You should not keep tracing and sucking on a place that is already sensitively aroused. I might get turned on. I want to push him away, but I have no strength. His fingers are tracing the shell of my ear. Unlike mine, his knuckles are thick and hard, and they are hot too, so it felt so strange. The sound of skin brushing against skin echoing in my narrow ear canal felt like my eardrums were being violated.

Tears welled up at the corners of my eyes and trickled down my cheeks. My mouth is wet too, fuck. I have never been so helplessly overpowered before. L-like this. This fucking fuck fuck.

“……Where did all your confidence go.”

As I desperately clung to his collar, he gently bit my lower lip with his canines, pulled, and then paused for a moment. And the words he uttered with a slanted smile were just that. An endlessly handsome man, my ideal type, was looking down at me with one corner of his lips raised.

……So I did not even want to think about what kind of expression I must be making…….

“……Hmm, it was fine. It was not a bad kiss.”

I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment, so I forced myself to pretend I had not cried, pretended to be fine, pretended to be calm, but when Ryuseong’s fingertips roughly swept down my nape, another suppressed breath escaped thinly, like a moan.

Ah, fuck. Now I get why Cassis de Millang wore tuxedo gloves and wrapped a cravat all the way up to his neck even in the middle of summer.

“Is it not that you are just absurdly sensitive?”

He must have been reluctant to touch anything because he was this sensitive!

I never imagined I would get this kind of shitty deal from my own body. I was humiliated to be laughed at by an A-class bastard.

It was a sadly regrettable reality.

No, I have so much more experience than you. You think you are something special just because you are good at kissing, something you have, what? never even done before? The world is wide and I am fucking good at…….

“Hic.”

Ah, fuck. What did I just do?