There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 23

I quickly tried to hypnotize myself into thinking this was all a dream, but the world was cruel.

My vision flashed white, and the lewd sound that had echoed earlier played on a loop.

“Hic, ugh.”

But indeed, the world was cruel.

I could not imagine what kind of expression I was making because of my voice, which had melted stickily like candy left out at room temperature in the summer. Not wanting to make any more sounds, I shut my eyes tight and bit my lip, but as his lips moved down to kiss my Adam’s apple, swallowed the part above my collarbone as if biting into it, and then sucked, another lewd sound escaped……. Wow, I never once thought a sound like that would come out of my mouth. Perhaps because of that, it felt so incredibly unreal.

Usually, that kind of sound came from beneath me, I had never made it myself…….

“Ah, stop.”

A plea escaped me unconsciously, but the most damnable thing was that I myself did not know whether this plea meant to stop, or to stop teasing and do more.

But I cannot just let this happen to me.

To seize back the lost initiative, I grabbed his hair and pulled up the face of Ryuseong, who had buried his lips in my nape and was lapping at it.

Tilting my chin, I met his eyes and licked my own lips, which were glistening with potion. I nibbled on them as if biting with my canines, then took his upper lip into my mouth and sucked.

I was playing with his lips as I pleased and about to push my tongue into his hot, wet mouth.

“……!”

This time too, I was the one invaded. Damn it, Cassis’s mouth must be small or something, because every time the protagonist bastard kissed me, he could shove his tongue all the way to the back of my throat in one go.

For a moment, I found it hard to breathe, and as I gasped and struggled to push him away, one of his large hands grabbed my thigh.

Ah, you annoying melee-dealer swordsman, are you trying to win against a mage with physical strength? I can use magic too, you know, I might just. You should be grateful I am holding back.

With that thought, I nibbled on Ryuseong’s tongue as if to bite it. If you do not listen, I will bite it right off.

“It is not as if a cat is nipping at me…….”

“……What, did you just say—.”

Ryuseong, who had briefly given me a moment to breathe by sucking on my lips and creating some distance, looked down at me with strange eyes. Dumbfounded by his short mumble, I was about to ask him to repeat it when his tongue invaded again.

Short moans are cut off like breaths, followed by a squelching sound.

A rough, persistent, and perverse kiss, as if he wanted to rub against my tender tongue, tickle the roof of my mouth, poke under my tongue, and swallow everything down to my throat.

Damn it, my watery breaths soften into something pliable, flowing out as moans that seem to be wanting something.

‘It’s hot.’

It was at that moment, when tears welled up at the corners of my eyes and rolled down.

“…….”

“…….”

Over Ryuseong’s shoulder, I made eye contact with a person in a white gown. Ah, fuck. From the looks of it, it seemed to be the school nurse. That person also seemed incredibly shocked by the scene we were putting on, with their jaw dropped wide open, unable to say a word.

I was in the exact same state of mind.

As I was sharing the shock with the school nurse, my mouth agape and dazed, Ryuseong grabbed my chin and pushed his tongue in deeper. The invasion was so deep because my mouth was open, and a groaning moan escaped me.

No, fuck, this is not the time for this, ah.

I pounded on his back to get him to look behind him, but he pinned my thighs with his knees and forcefully pressed down my arms with his hands.

And then he delved in again.

It is deep, I am telling you it is deep. Are you trying to torment me? If not, then putting your tongue in this deep, no.

‘It feels good, but I cannot breathe…….’

Of course, we are not in a loving relationship, so there is no need to be considerate of the other person. But fuck, shouldn’t we be mindful of the time and place? Shouldn’t we be considerate of the school nurse? If cadets are passionately kissing on the nurse’s office bed, what the hell is the school nurse supposed to feel? Huh? How pissed off is she going to be while cleaning up the potion bottles we broke on the floor?

This is not polite, you punk!

So, to prove that this was not a cat’s nip but a person’s bite, I bit Ryuseong’s tongue.

Chomp.

“Mr. Ryuseong, cut it out…….”

“…….”

And Ryuseong, with that characteristic deep gaze of his, looked down at me and then lowered his lips to my nape, no, fuck. You can just open a new potion. Why, why are you trying to drink what you poured on me, no, damn it.

“……Could you please turn around? Just once. Please, I am begging you.”

I hope you understand my unfortunate situation, as I could not bring myself to say, “Hey asshole, turn around. The cops are here.” Fortunately, Ryuseong turned his head and thus made eye contact with the school nurse.

“…….”

“…….”

“……I apologize.”

This bastard must have some common sense, as he did apologize. Oh my god, fuck. The school nurse was making a really strange face, looking back and forth between me and Ryuseong, when Ryuseong shifted his body to the side, blocking the nurse’s view of me. Do you really have common sense or not?

Am I supposed to be grateful for this? Or not?

‘No matter how I think about it, the fact that he handled me as he pleased, turned my face into a lewd, limp mess, and is now trying to hide it from others is, frankly, not something I should be grateful for.’

Having come to that conclusion, I first offered my apologies and tried to get up.

“I am sorry for what happened. This will not happen again…….”

I would have succeeded if Ryuseong had not held me back.

I was thinking things like, ‘Is he really going to do it in front of someone else? That is a rather peculiar fetish, but wouldn’t that mess up my academy record?’ but funnily enough, Ryuseong seemed to have come to a completely different conclusion than me.

First, he took off his own jacket. And until this point, I was thinking things like, ‘Really? You want to get it on in this situation?’ but then he draped the jacket over me.

‘Ah! I am the only trash here!’

If Ryuseong had heard that, he might have said it was a pity I only just realized it.

Anyway, I thought he meant for me to cover my wet shirt with the jacket he gave me instead of my bloodstained one and go to class, but he grabbed my waist and put his arm under my legs again.

He lifted me up just like that.

What the. Is he going to carry me somewhere?

“Pardon the intrusion. Please keep this a secret.”

“…….”

Anyway, while Ryuseong was carrying me out, the school nurse remained silent until the end. She seemed to be in deep shock. Well, I would be too. What if cadets were fooling around on the bed in the nurse’s office? It would just be fucking awful.

But on top of that, the young head of the de Millang family and the next leader of the Hanra clan are rubbing lips?

This is front-page news, I am telling you.

“Do we not need to properly silence her?”

“She is a trustworthy person.”

“Aha.”

Fortunately, it seems she is someone Ryuseong knows. I decided to feel relieved, in my own way.

Even if I was not relieved, there was no solution anyway. Half-resigned, I waited for Ryuseong to take me to the athletic field where class was in session.

But Ryuseong was heading up towards the dormitories, not the athletic field.

I stayed quiet until we arrived, thinking he meant for me to change my clothes. Because I myself was a sorry sight, a drenched rat soaked in blood and sweat.

But after I went into the bathroom and came out wearing a gown, Ryuseong, who had been waiting with his arms crossed and his back turned, suddenly snatched my hand as I was about to put on a spare uniform. Then he lifted me up and placed me on the bed.

Thinking he was going to kiss me again, I got down and reached for the uniform again.

Then Ryuseong placed me back on the bed again.

I was watching him intently, wondering if he was going to kiss me, but he just stood there with his arms crossed.

……?

“What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?”

For a while, we shared a question mark. Because it was a situation that was completely incomprehensible. Then suddenly, Ryuseong roughly ran a hand through his hair and spat out his words coldly.

“I had a feeling this would happen. You are going to go to class after losing that much blood? Do not be ridiculous. You are staying here.”

Ah, I get it. Why he is acting like this.

‘It is a scheme to ruin my grades, isn’t it?’

Do you think I will let you get away with it so easily?

—That night, having made that resolution.

As I was being persistently watched by Ryuseong, who did not lay a single hand on my body but only stared at me, I was about to secretly practice blood magic in the dead of night after he had fallen asleep.

“I knew it.”

I was immediately struck on the back of the neck and passed out.

……He was a real son of a bitch.

*

Ryuseong tossed the unconscious Cassis de Millang onto the bed, face down.

For a crazy bastard who had spilled so much blood and was now trying to study by slitting his own wrist again to draw out more blood, knocking him out was the answer.

He was about to turn and leave, but when he had turned about halfway.

“…….”

He let out a sound of grinding teeth without realizing it.

The gown that the damned Cassis de Millang was wearing loosely had fallen open, revealing an elegant line. As the bony back with its prominently white shoulder blades, along with the reddened nape, dizzied his vision, his grip tightened, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out.

Ryuseong clenched his teeth and approached him.

He had no intention of doing anything indecent. No matter how much desire welled up, Ryuseong was not the kind of person who could do something indecent to an unconscious person.

To be precise, he was not raised that way. The clan leader had saved him from an environment where he could have been raised that way. Therefore, Ryuseong’s approach was closer to goodwill.

In case the skinny thing caught a cold and his health deteriorated if he was left like that.

In case his body was harmed after spilling so much blood.

However, the phrase ‘closer to goodwill’ meant that it could not be completely goodwill.

“…….”

Ryuseong, who had approached Cassis de Millang, paused for a moment as he was about to pull the open gown together to cover him. He crumpled the thin, white gown in his fist, unable to either open it further or cover him up.

It was understandable, because Cassis de Millang had a terrible habit.