There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 24

Whether it was a habit or intentional was unclear, but what was certain was the fact that after bathing, he lived in only a gown without putting on pajamas.

Perhaps because he was raised as a young nobleman and never learned how to live with others, his attitude was so uninhibited even while wearing just that one thin garment.

At first, Ryuseong did not enter the room for fear that he might actually kill Cassis, who, despite being choked, only suffered physiologically and showed no other reaction. He was afraid of what he would do if he really broke his neck.

But after a few days, the reason changed slightly. When he opened the door and entered at dawn, the person clad only in a gown would smile brightly and ask if he had arrived, and seeing that state, he had no choice but to slam the door shut immediately.

‘Does he have no conscience?’

Knowing that he has a roommate sharing the same room, why on earth does he act like that?

At first, he thought it was an attempt to seduce him. But Cassis de Millang was genuinely puzzled as to why he would not enter the room. The tone in which he whispered and asked if he was not coming in again today, asking how many nights he was going to make him wait, was full of sincerity.

He seemed to have no self-awareness.

He seemed so oblivious that he made Ryuseong wander from room to room, without any intention.

But think about it. A man who buttons his shirt to the top and always wears gloves like a priest from a monastery, a man who, despite that, dresses not in the designated school uniform shirt but in a flowing poet shirt, ties a lace jabot or cravat over it, and even wears a brooch, a luxurious man.

When he wears nothing but a gown, generously revealing his pale white skin, and the only one who can see it is me.

Who could exercise self-control?

Who would not be swept away by impulse?

‘I am not trying to make excuses.’

However…….

‘You must have been like this before the regression, too.’

Before the regression, Cassis shared a room with Dietrich Winkel.

When he thought about that, Ryuseong was dumbfounded.

Seeing him, who acted so nonchalantly after being choked, as if there were no problems with daily life as long as he covered the bruises, Ryuseong felt he could understand how the Cassis of before was able to hide this kind of promiscuous nature.

If so, did Dietrich Winkel see it too?

‘The face you make when you cry.’

Did he see it all, without reserve?

Cassis de Millang was the type of person to maintain a clear face even after being slashed from shoulder to nape by an undeserving sword. He was the type to smile brightly even as blood streamed down his arm, soaked his fingers, and dripped to the floor. How much blood was pouring from his own body did not seem to be his concern.

He had a knack for making people feel dizzy, like a one-of-a-kind endangered creature that did not know how to preserve itself.

That day, Ryuseong faced the duel with his true intentions, as Cassis de Millang was not someone he could go easy on. Because of that, a very severe wound was inflicted.

Judging from his experience before the regression, the school nurse, who would have heard the outrageous news from the principal that he had made the cadets duel, would join them, but his condition was so critical that they could not even wait for that time. And yet, Cassis was smiling confidently, the only one with a face that was not serious.

He was a person who drove others mad.

He did not care what kind of rumors would spread. He only thought that he had to get a potion to him.

Just as he was about to throw the potion and run away to avoid giving him a chance to say any nonsense.

“I’m in pain right now, so please be nice to me….”

It was a delicate voice. The person he thought would never speak a weak word in his life was letting out a soft breath.

The one who had not uttered a single pained sound even after shedding enough blood to soak his clothes.

Even up to the moment he approached, and Cassis cunningly reversed his expression, pinning his body down and climbing on top of him.

Ryuseong could not move, as if he were paralyzed.

“Now that is a face I like.”

He felt a thirst.

He wanted to chew and swallow the man before him. He wanted to crush his bones and mash him to a pulp right away. He wanted to shackle him so he could not escape anywhere.

If he did that, the world would not be destroyed either, and he could freely…….

He tried not to.

He gagged the violence aimed at Cassis de Millang. The second-best option he came up with was this.

“If you want me, you have to give me yourself too.”

But he rejected even that and smiled brightly… ah, his silver hair smelled of the cologne provided in the bathroom.

Two moles under his eye, one next to his mouth.

It was around the time the impulse to devour everything arose that he grabbed him and flipped his body over. He recalled the things he had ruined. He thought about the things he had broken. And he realized that all of it could not break the desire aimed at him.

The name of the desire was not love. Ryuseong was the kind of being who could not love Cassis de Millang.

Even if he had changed, it could not be helped.

What had he ruined. How much had he broken.

Therefore, if one were to define the feeling towards Cassis de Millang, it was nothing more than lust. Nothing more than a base lust to possess his entire body in his hands.

‘Damn it all, you make me so base.’

Look. He initiates the kiss first like this.

He approached me like a person of vast experience, grabbed my hair, and kissed me. A sound like a growl erupted from my throat for a moment at the movement that delved into me with a coquettish breath. No matter how roughly I tried to swallow him to win, I was just hopelessly pushed back. He was completely reigning over me, thrusting his tongue as he pleased and making squelching sounds.

But from a certain point, he suddenly started letting out lewd breaths.

Only then did I realize. He was getting aroused on his own. He even started hitting my chest to push me away when he felt he was getting aroused.

‘You think I’d let you get away with it?’

I grabbed his wrist and slammed it to the floor. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. I did exactly as you, who were lukewarmly cool even inside your mouth, had done. I imitated you.

And then.

“Ugh….”

A moan escaped. I forcefully pried out what he was trying to hide between his teeth. In that moment, a thrill arose. Ryuseong finally knew what he had to do. From now on, he had to satisfy you. No, he had to destroy you.

Ryuseong had to break down the sturdy fortress walls that Cassis de Millang had built, invade inside, and admire the hidden appearance to his heart’s content.

That was the right of the victor.

‘But is this a complete victory?’

No, it is not.

All this destruction was possible because Cassis de Millang had given himself up. Cassis de Millang, while sobbing lewdly, did not put up any proper resistance at all.

His eyes were wet, saliva dripped down to his chin, and he was helplessly letting his jaw hang open as his mouth was violated. He tried to avoid it a few times by writhing his body, but perhaps his strength gave out, as his waist trembled with a flutter, and then he shut his eyelids tight, reached out with trembling hands, and grabbed his own sleeve, breathing softly…….

That was all. That was the end of the resistance.

When I gave him a moment to breathe, his pretty face pretended that nothing had happened, commenting on the barbaric and beastly kiss that had just taken place, and when I caressed his nape as if he were truly unfazed, he let out a watery moan.

For someone with such an absurdly lewd body.

“Ah, stop.”

I bit, sucked, and licked his nape until the words “stop” finally came out of those lips. I left teeth marks on his collarbone, which was soaked with potion. Then Cassis, unable to suppress his moans any longer, weakly grabbed Ryuseong’s hair. When I quietly accepted the hand that was lifting my head, he tilted his chin, his reddened eyes trembling.

And he licked Ryuseong’s lips with his tongue.

‘……What kind of debauched act is this.’

Suddenly feeling displeased, I shoved myself into his mouth. I suppressed his struggling as he found it hard to breathe, and pushed further, further. I had a thought, wondering if it was expectation or something else, that if I pushed him this far, he might do something to protect himself, but what came back was a nip. Cassis was doing something, whether it was playing or seducing, by teasingly biting my tongue with his neatly grown teeth.

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

I forcefully grabbed him as he was about to say something more and shut him up with my mouth. Every time I rubbed our tongues together, tickled the roof of his mouth, poked under his tongue, and shoved into his throat, he made lewd sounds. Squish, squish. He sobbed and moaned every time I thrust and rummaged.

‘What about other places.’

Through the gap in his torn clothes, the nape, which had been marked with red and blue bruises, was flushed red.

The teeth marks left on his straight collarbone.

He rubs the mole under his eye explicitly.

‘What will you do if other places are touched, you.’

Even like this, you crumble so easily.

Sobbing like this…….

You, who have already become so undone.

You, who are steeped in ecstasy with half-lidded eyes…….

Chomp.

While kissing in a daze, he had his tongue bitten. Ryuseong was satisfied with the first resistance that felt like a proper resistance. He felt like he was coming to his senses. At least, he thought so at that moment.

If he had truly come to his senses, he would not have licked and swallowed the potion pooled on his collarbone, but Ryuseong came to his senses the moment Cassis de Millang’s sorry state was exposed to the school nurse.

Damn it all, the emotion Ryuseong felt at that moment was.

‘…….’

Disgust.

‘……Towards whom?’

And it was the same now.

Right now, Ryuseong was experiencing an unusual degree of agitation just by thinking that someone other than himself might have seen this side of Cassis de Millang. If this continued, he felt he would cross a line.

‘But, I must not.’

Yes. Let’s say it again at this point.

‘I want to break you.’

Even though I resolved not to, when your nape is exposed, I want to bite it. If I choke you with my hands so you cannot breathe, will you convulse as if you are sobbing? I want to devour you. I want to make you cry, trample you, and make you moan beneath me. And at the very bottom.

‘I wish your breath would stop.’

……Yes, that was his true feeling.