There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 37

“I never thought a person could make such a hilariously haggard expression.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, isn’t it usually tragic just to look at someone who’s haggard? But he endlessly amused me. That’s a rare thing.”

Haha, as if coughing up the laughter still left in my throat, I let out a series of short, choppy laughs and once again faced his piercing blue gaze. Perhaps because my nerves had grown stronger, it wasn’t scary even when he showed a cold demeanor. It just made my smile a little deeper and more venomous.

“Why, do you not like it that someone you’re acquainted with is being laughed at behind their back?”

“Who knows.”

This bastard, his answer is so half-hearted.

“Don’t hide your feelings like that, open up to me a little. I’m curious what kind of relationship you have with the medical professor.”

“…”

“Aren’t we in a loving relationship…”

As if climbing his body, I placed my fingertips on his chest and pressed our foreheads together. He didn’t push me away, but he only looked down at me as if to see how far I would go, not actively tangling with me. It seemed he was probably trying not to refuse me since the driver could hear, hmm.

Strangely, the me reflected in your eyes was smiling with a startling joy.

“We love each other.”

“…”

“You should answer, Ryuseong.”

He turned his head, and I stroked the back of his hair before yanking it sharply. Ryuseong didn’t make a sound, but his eyebrows twitched fiercely.

It’s not like I have a hobby of being an exhibitionist.

Still, it’s fine. As long as the driver doesn’t turn around, he won’t be able to see us. Though he might be able to hear.

“…I do love you.”

“That’s right, isn’t it? We are in love. Haha…”

“…”

“This is more thrilling than I thought.”

I loved every sound made as I pressed my lips against his, my mouth moving as I spoke. He tried his best not to open his lips, but he parted them slightly at the moment he had to answer that he loved me. Still, I did not invade without permission.

I’m a gentleman, you see.

Instead, I did fiddle with the shell of his ear with my fingers, poking at it as if to violate his eardrum. He shifted his shoulders as if wanting to push me away, but that was practically an act of provocation to me. I placed a hand on his shoulder and, on the contrary, sat on top of him, crushing his thighs.

“…!”

“How is it, do you like it?”

The last part was too suggestive to let the driver hear, so I lowered my voice and whispered it into his ear.

“I was originally planning to be on the bottom, but yes. I’ve decided to let you off the hook. I will forgive you. This way, whether you pounce on me or not, I can still be on top of you. Two birds with one stone. Isn’t that right?”

“…We’re outside.”

“Did I ever say I didn’t know?”

This is fun for me. Teasing Ryuseong is like pressing a pleasure vending machine button. He always gets angry with a different and unexpected reaction.

Now Ryuseong’s eyes were so fierce he looked about to draw his sword, and he growled.

“Not here.”

Ah, of course you’d say that. With that outstanding sense of chastity, is car sex even a plausible thing?

Though you were pretty bold in front of the cadets for someone like that.

“Is a kiss okay?”

“…”

“We just have to do it like before. Huh?”

At just those words, I don’t know where that bold gentleman from before went, but he tries to turn his face away. I grabbed his hair again firmly and pulled his head, which was about to turn, back towards me. Since it had come to this, I was planning to provoke him to the very end.

“Do you know you’re incredibly lewd when you kiss? You’re violent and mean. When you push me so hard I can’t breathe, my legs tremble so much all the strength drains out of them, and even when I clench my teeth so I don’t make any lewd sounds, you grab my jaw and force it open to go deeper. Every time you do that, it feels so good that my feet keep, mmph, ooh, heueut…”

Aghhh. Lewd sounds are coming out. As if trying to shut me up, he lifted me up like a doll, slammed me back into the seat, and started kissing me, crushing me mercilessly.

Every time you do this, you are so violent and sweet it makes my lower abdomen ache. Just my type.

Still, please don’t shove your tongue all the way to my throat. If you crush me from above and shove it in haphazardly, it will go way too deep.

“Eugh, ugh.”

Ah… it feels good to be suffocated. It’s a pity my mouth is so small that it feels full even if you invade just a little. It’s even smaller than when I was Jeong Ian, what the hell, a mouth structure so I can’t even properly hold a tongue and suck on it. Dammit. This rookie who hasn’t even experienced my dazzling cherry-stem-tying skills…

“Hick!”

The roof of my mouth was just tickled by the slanted side of his tongue, but in that moment, goosebumps shot up my spine and my vision flickered.

…Um, wait, Ryuseong, you bastard. Move aside for a second. I tried to push him away with my knee, but it didn’t work well because my thigh was pinned down. This could get difficult if it goes on…

‘Aargh, when are we going to arrive!’

In the end, I was kissed continuously until my eyes were nearly glazed over, and by the time I had given up even resisting and was shedding tears and making strange noises, I was finally released. And that was only because the car had stopped. If this had been a room instead of a car…

‘Well, we might have gone all the way.’

But if it had been a room, Ryuseong wouldn’t have even thought of kissing me.

This guy, the cunning bastard, is an actor who pretends to be in love only in front of others because he doesn’t want to get married. But were there marriage talks in the original story?

‘Why are there so many suspicious things about this guy?’

“What are you doing, not getting out?”

I was lost in thought for a moment, my shoulders trembling as I gasped for air, but then I saw his outstretched hand and came to my senses.

Well, what does it matter anyway. Why would Ryuseong lie? What would he gain from it?

“Y… you’re the one who made a mess of me…”

“…”

“It’s too much, I can’t go outside looking like this…”

“…”

“If a reporter were to take my picture…”

Pretending to be pitiful, pretending to be weak, I slyly lifted only the corners of my lips. At that, Ryuseong displayed a splendid array of facial expressions, as if he were about to teach me five hundred ways to contort one’s face, but in the end, he wrapped me tightly in his own overcoat and lifted me up like a princess.

Acting genius, successful.

There were quite a few reporters who had followed the sky-flying limousine, so the barrage of their questions and camera flashes was tremendous. But the shop I had come to was a high-end premium shop, so, haha. The reporters couldn’t even get past the entrance and had to let us go.

‘Bye-bye, mister reporters. The interview is over now.’

Still, don’t be too sad. If you wait there patiently, I’ll give you an even bigger scoop. Thinking that, I smiled contentedly.

“Now, Mr. Ryuseong. Is it time to become Cinderella?”

“…”

How pretty. Our Ryuseong. He listens so well.

Actually, they say Cinderella was the daughter of a baronial family or a fallen noble, so anyway, she was from a noble family, and meeting the prince wasn’t exactly a route to social climbing. It was like with like. Rather, guys like Aladdin, who went from being a commoner thief to marrying a princess and becoming a king, could truly be called icons of social mobility.

But the publicly and famously known icon of social mobility is Cinderella. And when you think of Cinderella, you think of this.

‘The dress transformation!’

“Oh, that’s the worst.”

“…”

“Right, this one is decent. The fit is sharp too.”

“…”

“Go change. It’s not good.”

“…”

“It’s not bad, but it feels like it’s missing that 2%?”

“…”

“Next, next, next.”

“…”

“It doesn’t have the right feel without accessories. Try it on again from the beginning.”

While watching the transformation scene, I was a total asshole, and Ryuseong grit his teeth at the tyranny.

“…Can’t we just be done with it?”

“My, my, as if I could be careless about dressing up my lovely sweetheart.”

“…”

That’s how it is, Ryuseong.

I hope you suffer well through this revenge for the earlier kiss.

“Not that one, put on the one from five changes ago. Don’t you remember? It was emerald. The brooch with the silver arabesque design. The buttons from three changes ago. The one in a low-saturation dark brown with gold embroidery.”

Wait, hold on. Now that I think about it, does that make me the fairy godmother? I can’t be the prince who marries Cinderella, am I stuck as the fairy godmother who just changes his clothes! Dammit. It’s a little annoying, but I have no intention of tying the knot with him anyway, so let’s move on. In any case, I was mimicking that very scene that often appears in the romance genre, the dress-up scene.

‘They say in reality, it’s a huge pain for the person getting dressed.’

Not my problem since I’m not the one wearing it.

While I nonchalantly crossed my legs and flipped through a catalog, Ryuseong changed into dozens of outfits, and accessories like brooches were pinned on and then changed out.

Whatever, I’m satisfied with getting to see various versions of the handsome Ryuseong. My heart is proud. A sense of fulfillment is puffing me up.

“Could you look in the mirror and say, ‘Oh, is this… me?’? I have a fantasy about that.”

“Should I kill you and say it over your corpse?”

“So rough. If you’re going to kill me, kill me in bed. From too much sex.”

The designer told us we were a really lovey-dovey couple, and that she was happy to see our young master looking so happy.

No matter how I think about it, the moral standards of this novel seem a bit off.

‘If we were so lovey-dovey, why would he be talking about corpses!’

No matter how I think about it, it seems I’m the only normal person with common sense and decency in this novel.