There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 49

That day, in the crevice of the hallway on the way back to the dormitory from the nurse’s office.

Ryuseong thought that the person named Cassis de Millang seemed like he would disappear somewhere.

“…”

It wasn’t because he had just spouted some nonsense about kissing. Nor did it mean that he was going to get rid of him himself.

It wasn’t like that, but a more emotional meaning. A lyrical type of thought. A tender idea, to the point that Ryuseong thought it was unlike him.

…Cassis de Millang sometimes erases his smile in the silence between conversations.

Not when people are talking.

But in that moment when everyone is quietly going about their own business. Only when he is sure that no one is looking at him…

That fleeting moment when the corners of his mouth, always raised in a sneer, calmly settle down, and his violet eyes don’t hold a clear image but simply blur their focus as if gazing at the horizon.

In that instant when his pale, bluish hair is bleached by the light and even his eyelashes turn pure white, through which his grape-like eyes seem to float.

At times like that, he looked like a person who had no land to set foot on and live.

‘It’s a ridiculous thought, but…’

Separate from his brilliant presence that draws the gaze of all, it felt as if his very being could shatter in the sunlight and be swept away by the wind at any moment. Those eyes that fumble emptily in the air, as if there is nothing to give back to the earth and nothing to receive from it.

Unlike Ryuseong, who had wandered the wilderness with muddy feet, eating the corpses the earth returned, he looked as if he had never been loved nor ever loved…

At first, I simply thought that he just had a blank expression when he thought he was alone.

But from a certain point on, the fragments of emotion deciphered from that silence began to pierce me painfully.

‘Just what is it that makes you so sad.’

Ever since the assassination attempt, I had thought he was precarious. If you are always exposed to the threat of death and your family’s protection is inadequate, if you are driven to the point where you can’t even inform your family of your injuries, then I pitied you, thinking there must be a good reason for you to be so broken. To think that you, who had become so broken just to live like a human being, ended up destroying the world, my stomach would churn, but in the end, I felt for you.

However, I had not thought you would be this precarious.

You, who had been expressionless since you suddenly ran out with just your outerwear like a madman and walked down the hallway.

You, who went to get the components of the antidote checked but didn’t even bring the antidote yourself, simply looked back at me as if it were a matter of course.

And when Ryuseong took out the glass bottle from his pocket and handed it to you, you, who looked back at me with your characteristic expressionless face, had a sharp and menacing gaze.

But at that very moment, in that very moment, I saw your bare hands trembling unstably.

‘…’

Only then did I realize that you were so pale and wan, as if you would disappear at any moment.

But you yourself didn’t seem to know that you were pale and wan, nor did you seem to know what you were afraid of.

And when you finally learned the true nature of the antidote, your smile contorted for a single moment as you struggled not to break down.

But that too was brief. With a single blink of your eyelashes, everything scattered whitely in the sun, and you hid your hands and smiled brightly.

As if you had never broken down for a single moment.

As if all these storms surrounding you could not cause you any anxiety.

As if telling me to forget it all.

‘You son of a bitch.’

How can I forget after you’ve shown me something like that? When a person who has always been empty like a mirage, as if they have nothing and nothing to give back, trembles as if suffocating in sorrow for just one moment.

If you’re going to be evil, at least be completely so. If you’re going to break, then break completely…

‘Why are you neither one nor the other, shaking me like this.’

At the end of a long silence, our homeroom teacher and the medical professor in charge of the nurse’s office glared at us with a haggard, dead face and told us to get out since the consultation was over.

I don’t know what sin that man committed to be punished by witnessing our nonsense so closely and so often.

Anyway, as soon as I received the diagnosis that the detoxification was over and returned to the room, I grabbed Ryuseong’s hair and tried to plant a kiss on him, but he ferociously pulled my wrist down.

There wasn’t even an age gap between him and me, so I wondered if it even made sense for two of my wrists to be caught in one of his hands at the same time, but this was reality. Still, I resisted.

But he just forced his thick, large fingers into my mouth and mercilessly and violently moved them back and forth, spreading a thick liquid.

‘For the record, this means he fed me the antidote that was revealed to be a restorative medicine. Haha.’

If you interpreted that differently, wouldn’t that mean you’re a pervert?

“Cough, ugh, you can shove it in deeper.”

“…Do you know that talking to you makes a person feel like they’re going crazy?”

“Does it make you crazy excited? Instead of your hand, shove something else, ugh.”

“…”

Ryuseong shoved his fingers into my mouth once more and opened a new bottle of restorative medicine. Because I have to take two bottles at a time. But honestly, I don’t see why I need to take more of this. It’s also partly because I don’t react well to herbal medicine.

So I tried to say something by pushing his fingers aside with my tongue, but he attempted a decent deal, so I decided to bear with it.

The full conversation went like this.

“You might spout some nonsense about not taking any more, but if you’re going to say that, just shut up.”

At that moment, I was mumbling with a slurred pronunciation, as if I were sucking and licking his fingers.

“I don’t like how my physical reactions slow down when I’m intoxicated by the medicine. It feels like I’m languidly collapsing. The midterms are just around the corner, aren’t they?”

Then he pushed his fingers deeper, making me choke. When I playfully spat out the fingers I was mumbling on, this time he simply held out the restorative medicine.

I, as if it were a matter of course, did not take the bottle. Regardless, Ryuseong’s persuasion continued.

“So take it until the exam, lighten your body, and take the exam in a healthy state.”

“When I’m this lethargic, with what state of mind am I supposed to study? Let alone the performance assessments?”

“What if, I were to give you a kiss every time you take this on time?”

“…”

“…”

Ah, this bastard knows how to make a deal, doesn’t he?

But I felt it was a little lacking to just go along with it meekly. So I decided to try for an extra bonus.

“Besides a kiss, is there anything else?”

“Can’t you act even a little bit chaste? Even just one-tenth of how you are now?”

“Ah, is the chaste type your preference? Do you like crushing a flawless white paper? Bad taste.”

“I never said anything like that for a single moment, where did this distortion come from? Your lewd brain?”

“My, are you perhaps ashamed that your hidden desires have been so blatantly seen through?”

“…Whatever you say is useless. I’m only going to kiss you, so just know that.”

A disappointing result, but I still managed to get a kiss, so it’s a win! We succeeded in our deal, and I asked him to feed me the remaining restorative medicine with a kiss.

“And you know it’s one kiss per bottle, right?”

“So this is what a fraudulent contract is.”

“I told you, your mistake was starting a relationship with me in the first place. How did you get entangled with someone like me? What sin did you commit in your past life?”

As if he didn’t even want to answer anymore, he held the restorative medicine in his mouth and pulled me closer. And he held my wrists tightly so I couldn’t even sneakily spill a few drops, and willfully devoured and caressed my lips so that not even a part of them could separate. I resisted with both my wrists caught in front of my collarbone, but, hmm.

Come to think of it, I belatedly realized that this was not the time to resist. Wasn’t my mindset that if I’m going to be on the bottom anyway, I might as well get on top! That means being on the bottom is okay, so I have to be proactive at times like this to make something big happen!

‘Haha! I really am a genius.’

So I wrapped my arms around his neck and gently caressed his back with my other hand. I could feel him flinch every time my hand touched him.

To be precise, should I say his muscles twitched? The muscles, sculpted like a statue, were being stimulated by my touch.

I slowly and gently stroked his back and naturally pressed my shin against his thigh. He was sitting next to me on the bed, and I had placed one of my legs on top of his thigh.

Perhaps caught up in the mood, he didn’t push me away. But I could roughly see how things would go. It seemed like if I jumped on him, I’d be thrown onto the bed just like that.

So I pushed his chin away with my fingertips.

“That’s enough…”

At that, his bright blue eyes contorted. But I have no intention of giving him any more.

‘You thought it was only natural for me to pull you in because I was being proactive, didn’t you?’

No way. I’m good at pushing, you know.

I was only pulling you in because you’re so damn much my type, but the truth is, I’m not someone who has a history of clinging to people. I might seduce, but I don’t proposition someone multiple times to sleep with them like I did with you.

In short, I.

“You should stop too, shouldn’t you?”

Decided to start playing hard to get.

‘Hmm, I guess if you just give all the time, they get spoiled.’

I mean, look at him, only realizing how precious it was after it was taken away.

“W-wait…”

It was now evening, with the moon rising in the twilight.

Thanks to the push-and-pull I started yesterday taking proper effect, I was dragged into our room for two as soon as I finished dinner and brushed my teeth, and was being kissed.

“…Hh.”

A kiss that felt like it would melt me continued.

It was the same this past morning and at lunch. I was dragged to the room as soon as I finished breakfast, and after just a few kisses, I said let’s stop. Ryuseong, seeing me suddenly act like this, couldn’t even say let’s do more and just twitched his eyebrows. It was a typical display of a man who isn’t honest.

And as if in return, Ryuseong, as if he had become impatient, grabbed me as soon as lunch was over, and I had to let out whimpering moans as I was dragged into an empty hallway.

Of course, I cut it off abruptly in the middle of that too. Me.

‘Haha… go fuck yourself!’

But while this was something I did myself, because it kept getting cut off in the middle, how should I put it, it was frustrating. But it’s not like I can overpower him and pin him down.

‘Which means I have to wait until Ryuseong becomes proactive.’

In that case, I judged that a little provocation would be effective. As I nonchalantly stirred my soup, I tilted my head and asked during dinner.

“Do you want to remain a virgin until marriage?”

“What?”

“If that’s the case, will you marry me and then get a divorce?”