There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel – Chapter 33

Author: nicotine

Sob sob. It’s not a bad thing that my skin has gotten better, but it’s hard to absorb the shock. Me. I’m the one receiving love. Not giving it. I’m supposed to receive it. Then. Then does that mean I’m the bottom, not the top? For fuck’s sake.

‘Love is fine either way, so can’t I just be on top when we do it?’

The idea of being in the receiving position is something I’ve never even considered, so I don’t know what to say.

My thoughts are so jumbled that I can’t even get a feel for what kind of impression I should have. I decided to put this thought aside for now, and frowning, I grabbed my phone, but for some reason, it wouldn’t turn on. I had gone to sleep without connecting the charger, but it had been fully charged, so why was it off. With that thought, I plugged in the charger and pressed the power button, but before the screen even lit up, pop-ups rang out in a torrent.

‘What, what the.’

Some kind of contacts were pouring in like an avalanche. There were even some bastards who had called my turned-off phone, so before I could even unlock it, there were dozens of phone call pop-ups…

As I was spacing out in a daze, the phone turned off again. It seemed that even with the charger connected, one percent wasn’t enough to handle the sheer volume of those contacts. I scratched the back of my head, then just threw the phone and lay back down on the bed.

No morning lectures today. Sweet.

With that thought, I attempted to escape reality.

“……”

Well, I think I saw something that said ‘Family Head’ in the call list that popped up earlier, hmm.

But that great-grandfather fellow doesn’t seem to be against it… and I do know a few of the Family Head’s weaknesses that I can use in a deal…

Now that I’ve calculated it, it seems unlikely that I’ll be purged.

If that’s the case.

‘A phone running out of battery is beyond a human’s control, right?’

And so I abandoned my phone and almost missed my lecture while napping, hehe. I hurriedly ironed my clothes and arrived at the classroom before the class started, and Cassis’s lackeys greeted me with subtle expressions.

As expected, yesterday’s events were the center of the classroom’s gossip, and from among the cadets who were whispering in hushed tones, the news that the Halla Guild’s master had become the top dog in Korean hip-hop reached me.

‘…?’

It was like a bolt from the blue. No, what the hell is the context for this? Wow, I’m really curious. I should have brought my phone. It was at that moment when I was belatedly regretting it.

Scrape. The chair next to me was pulled back, and a now-familiar warmth approached. Ryuseong, dressed in a black martial arts uniform, sat down next to me.

“……”

Then, as if by a lie, everyone fell silent.

They even held their breath. Everyone.

As if they were determined not to miss a single breath of our conversation. Or as if they were trying not to disturb us.

“……”

‘…Forget conversation, this is so uncomfortable I feel like I’m going to get indigestion.’

But the problem was that we were a fucking couple, so I couldn’t act all distant and awkward in this situation. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t, and I said with tears of blood in my eyes.

“I was wondering where you went so early in the morning, but you’ve been to the training room, have you? You don’t seem tired at all.”

“Yes. You must have been tired last night, did you rest well?”

C-crazy. What is this bastard saying.

‘If you say it like that, it sounds like we did something last night.’

No, of course, we did spend last night together. We’re roommates, so it’s natural for us to share a room. So we each slept soundly in our own beds.

But if lovers say something like that, it would sound like it has some great implication.

‘You really don’t want to get married, do you? Seeing as you’re acting this perfectly?’

Then I can’t lose either.

“Yes, thanks to you I was tired, but…”

“……”

“I rested well. Though I did miss your empty spot.”

When I said it languidly, filled with a marvelous implication, someone made a sound like their throat was being slit as they held back a scream.

‘Wow. Public dating is fun.’

Just as I was trying to hold back a laugh, there was the sound of stomping footsteps from outside the door.

If my heart’s pounding were to be personified by a sound instead of text, would it be like that? A ridiculously loud footstep echoed down the hallway, and soon someone kicked the door open with a fierce bang. Immediately after, a grand shout was spat out.

“Kim! Ryu! Seong! Come out!”

“Hey, hey. Do you think you’ll break it by kicking it like that…?”

Hae Yuna, who had ground Ryuseong’s surname with a shout that came boiling up from her gut, and Lee Hyang, who was covered in dark circles and looked completely out of it as if he hadn’t had his morning cigarette, were standing at the door.

At that, the cadets looked at each other and then at Ryuseong, and Ryuseong let out a short sigh, gave me a strange look, and then brought his face close. I wondered what he was trying to do and stayed still, and then his lips touched my cheek. Smooch.

‘What, you can’t stand to leave my side for a moment so you’re giving me a kiss.’

You said you’d pretend to be dating properly, and you’re acting pretty cute. Not like you’re in elementary school. Just as I was thinking that, my chin was grabbed, and he tilted his head and pulled at my lips as if biting them.

F-for fuck’s sake. So the peck was a rehearsal for a kiss. Is this what you’d call an adult romance? Saying hello with a tongue-tangling kiss even when leaving for just a moment? My heart was pounding like crazy. His gaze, looking down at me as if telling me to open up, made my pulse race madly throughout my body, to the point where I was worried there might be a pile-up in my blood vessels.

Wow, I’m not one to hesitate in situations like this, but this bastard is so fucking seductive he’s driving me crazy. I couldn’t bring myself to either open or close my lips, and just moved them indecisively. At that, Ryuseong wrinkled his nose and bared his canines. Ugh, a faint groan escaped, but even that sounded somehow sensual, and I was flabbergasted.

Am I the problem? Or is Cassis de Millang’s body the problem, or is this Ryuseong fellow learning to kiss too well the problem?

Whether I was escaping from reality or not, he nibbled on my lips, and only after I finally conceded defeat and opened my jaw did he laugh low, as if satisfied.

You son of a biiiiitch…….

‘Just you wait until I get used to this body. I’ll pay you back for all the humiliation I’ve suffered now.’

So for now, I had no choice but to endure.

I forced myself to hold still as my waist trembled violently, and my thighs clenched together on their own. As Ryuseong’s hand dug into the back of my head, I felt like I was about to make a strange sound at any moment.

The strange sound I’m talking about here isn’t just a small nasal sound, but… damn it. Anyway, to stop that, I placed my hand on my thigh and squeezed. As if wringing out a sheet.

But when I did that, Ryuseong clicked his tongue, grabbed my wrist, and pulled it to wrap around his own neck. No. For fuck’s sake. I was trying to hold back the sound, but if you make it more stimulating, you bastard. Public displays of affection and kissing can be excused since Cassis is a Westerner, but isn’t public pornography going a bit too far? Damn it, I’m so wronged I could die. Am I really the only one with a sane mind in this novel? Just as tears were about to well up in my eyes from trying so hard to hold back a moan.

“Aish! Shit! I can’t watch this!”

Hae Yuna, thankfully, let out a shout. At that, Ryuseong briefly stopped what he was doing, which was transmitting a sense of elation and depraved pleasure that soared endlessly upwards yet felt like it could fall at any moment like a roller coaster. The shout, thankfully, erupted once more, loud and clear.

“Kim Ryuseong! I said come here!”

Changing a surname is difficult, but it seemed like any surname could freely stick to Hae Yuna’s lips. Of course, I’ve also called him Kim Ryuseong in my head before. This is a Korean national rule.

Anyway, our Hae Yuna, who was a spirited and reckless hot-blooded girl even in the original work, did not tolerate the sight of her best friend kissing his lover.

“You bastard! I said stop kissing!”

I could hear Lee Hyang trying to stop her from time to time, but the content of what he was saying was something like this.

“Hey, hey. No matter how you look at it, that’s indecent.”

“They’re the indecent ones!”

“If we talk to indecent people, the indecency will rub off on us.”

…I don’t know what he’s talking about. Is he trying to stop her or not? But with that kind of talk going on behind them, one would need nerves as thick as steel cables to continue kissing. In the end, Ryuseong pulled his lips away from mine, and a thread of saliva stretched between us like a silver thread before snapping.

However, Ryuseong did not immediately go to Hae Yuna and Lee Hyang, but literally just pulled his lips away and stared at me quietly. Just as I was thinking that his blue eyes, which I couldn’t read, seemed to be distorted and cloudy somewhere.

A sigh that felt almost barbaric flowed through his teeth. Like a tiger’s growl scraping the inside of his throat, that rough, husky sound was paradoxical, as if he were forcibly stomping down on a seething, ferocious impulse.

A low breath that, because of its asceticism, instead heightened sexual arousal to a dreadful degree…

“I don’t want to go either.”

“…Excuse me? What…”

“I’ll do it again when I get back, so you can let go.”

A lightbulb went on in my head as I was blankly thinking about what that bastard was saying. So, my arm is currently clinging tightly to your neck and not letting go, is it? Huh. Huh? Then you couldn’t go because I was clinging to you…?

Wow, wooow. I can feel the heat rising in an instant. I’m so embarrassed I could die, but I absolutely cannot show it. Let’s pretend I intended this instead of letting him know I did all of this unconsciously. Yes, for fuck’s sake, it’s better to be a nation-ruining beauty than a de Millang heir who gets pushed around willy-nilly by the core of the Halla Guild.

—It’s a counter-offensive.

“When are you going to fix that habit of blaming me when you’re the one who wants me to cling to you?”

I curled my lips into a thin, provocative smile and slowly approached you as you remained silent with heated eyes, and then, just before our lips met, I teasingly turned my head and moved closer to your ear.

And then, chomp.

I bit your earlobe. Unlike what he had done to me, I bit hard enough to leave a mark.

Even if Ryuseong is the protagonist of a novel, there’s no way he wouldn’t feel pain when his thin skin is bitten. I couldn’t see his expression, but I could feel his shoulder tense slightly and his muscles bulge. Maybe he was even excited.

One must drive the nail in at a moment like this.

“Still, I’ll let you off. It’s quite cute when you dare to be impudent.”

“……”

“Please continue to overstep your bounds in the future.”

At my strange tone, just as Ryuseong turned to look at me, I smiled refreshingly.

“I’m tired of an obedient dog, so isn’t it I who is fond of you?”

There. Do you get it, you bastard?

‘No matter what you do, you’re beneath me.’

You can never get on top of my head. That won’t change even if I’m the one on the bottom.

‘Let’s try being the biggest piece of human trash in history who treats their lover like a dog.’

And just like that, the atmosphere turned cold. Just as I had hoped.

‘Why, did you think Cassis de Millang had become a good person or something?’