There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 68

It was spring, but it was hot. Whether it was from running or from being intoxicated by the atmosphere, my body was flushed too. So imagine how warm Ryuseong must have been. I hate warm things, but strangely, Ryuseong wasn’t like that.

Strangely, his body temperature wasn’t bad.

Ryuseong was a little hurried. Of course, I do wear all sorts of things like a shoulder holster and a garter belt, so I can see how undressing me might be confusing. But even while fumbling with my collar, as if he didn’t want to be apart for a single moment, he pressed his handsome face close to kiss me even when the posture wasn’t right, and he was so cute that I laughed. As a reward, I was kissed until I cried.

Ryuseong tried to undress himself. But I had no intention of giving up the pleasure of unwrapping a gift.

“Stay still… yes, good boy.”

He seemed like a complete first-timer, and I was similar. It’s my first time in this role, after all. So maybe I was happy that his first time and my first time were intersecting. It might be cheating for someone as experienced as me to have such fresh feelings, but still… it was good. Just like what other people do.

As if we were in love or something.

‘How funny.’

Of course, I know. I understand my place. He has regressed, he thinks I destroyed everything of his, and he might kill me….

My heart didn’t melt, nor did my goals become blurry. Ever since I found out that Ryuseong was a regressor, it wasn’t simply about let’s sleep together! but about having to consistently and diligently hang around Ryuseong to keep myself alive in the future.

If I ran away or lived quietly, I wouldn’t be in danger of dying, but giving up on Ryuseong hurt my pride.

My decision to become the family head was also a desperate struggle to not get killed while hitting on him, so in the long run, my grand objective has yet to be achieved.

‘But I can still enjoy what I can enjoy, right?’

I feel fucking amazing! This bastard is so damn good!

‘Now that the reins are off, it’ll be possible in the future too, right?’

Huh? It’ll be like that, right?

My heart swelled up. It felt just like a spring breeze. The sweet zephyr carrying pollen tickled my heart, making me puff air out of my nose.

As I was rolling around laughing like a madman by myself, an arm shot out from the side and swiftly wrapped around my waist, pulling me in.

“…Please, just be still.”

To think he’d use such a sleepy tone, mumbling as if the words were mushy in his mouth, after being so fierce and violent yesterday. Is it fair to be this soft only when you’re half-asleep? A person who might kill me someday couldn’t be this lovely.

I looked down at him and crinkled my eyes into a fine smile.

‘What are you thinking….’

Last night, when you reached your fingers near my cheek, I thought you were going to strangle me….

You know, you’re really strange.

‘—Why did you hug me?’

I’m pretty flexible in my thinking, so I don’t necessarily think Ryuseong will kill me. But I do think he could kill me.

You have every right to be angry. Because you must think I killed all your relatives.

Of course, I am Jeong Ian, not Cassis de Millang. But what you perceive would be different. In that case, you’ve slept with the enemy right in front of you.

‘Why?’

For what purpose? To mock and humiliate me? But to say that, you were constantly gentle….

No, you were a bit rough, and it was intense, but still, this is plenty gentle….

‘…Well, what does it matter anyway.’

Whatever you’re thinking, I’m going to pounce on you, and I’m not going to disappear from your side….

“Wake up. We have to eat breakfast.”

“…Am I hearing things?”

As I gently spoke to wake him, Ryuseong, whose cheek was squished and soft against the pillow, asked back dazedly. I don’t know what he thinks of me, but I’m a person who knows how to eat breakfast too.

“For you of all people to say such a thing, it’s an opportunity I can’t miss….”

When I expressed my opinion like that, Ryuseong, who had been cutely refusing to get up, immediately shot up and went straight to the bathroom. I watched the fantastic movement of his back muscles with a satisfied smile, and then Ryuseong, who came out with a toothbrush in his mouth and foam around his lips, made me laugh out loud a little.

Because he had a toothbrush in his mouth, he couldn’t pronounce properly. But he shot me a disgruntled look as if to ask why I was laughing, and I didn’t answer. But Ryuseong, who went back to the bathroom, spat out the toothpaste foam, rinsed his mouth with water, and came back out, suddenly lifted me up in a flash. I almost screamed—ack—but I managed to hold it back by tensing my vocal cords and asked.

“W-what is it?”

Ryuseong didn’t answer, just narrowed his eyes and smirked, then sat me down on the edge of the bathtub. Then he wet his hands and started to gently wipe around my eyes.

“What, are… if this was a highly advanced sarcastic remark telling me to wash my face, I’ll do it myself.”

“You, for a young master, why are you so awkward about being waited on.”

Because the one inside is Jeong Ian. But even though Ryuseong’s words didn’t make sense, they seemed to hit the nail on the head, so I ended up being waited on without another word. For someone who had lived his whole life without ever being waited on, Ryuseong handled me very preciously.

His touch as he washed my face and wiped my arms, legs, and torso with a warm, damp towel was consistently blunt yet delicate. He didn’t touch me by asking about every little thing in a ticklish way; in a way, he was doing as he pleased, but he didn’t hurt me. The moment even a hint of discomfort showed on my face, he immediately noticed and loosened his grip. I found that amusing and chuckled, and he wrinkled his foam-covered nose and glared at me. Asking why I was laughing….

“Why, does my laughing bother you?”

I said it with a smile without much thought, but it seemed to have been taken differently by Ryuseong, as he made a slightly sad face. Doesn’t Cassis de Millang’s smile usually have a scary aspect to it? Why is he like this? Isn’t the collaboration of the history he’s built up and his image-making a great masterpiece that others can’t dare to catch up to?

‘Did I say something wrong again?’

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“Then why did you ask why I was laughing?”

“Because I wanted to know why you were laughing.”

“…It’s nothing. Just, um. The way you’re closely observing and responding to my every reaction.”

“And that is?”

“It reminds me of last night.”

Ryuseong threw the towel at my head. Oof. How could you throw something at a person?

Although I did sexually harass him in broad daylight!

‘Ah, then I deserve to be hit.’

Just as a sudden realization and a feeling of acceptance washed over me, he tried to kiss me. But not yet! I unconsciously backed away and pressed my palm firmly against my lips, and Ryuseong, who ended up kissing the back of my hand, frowned complainingly as if to ask why. Little brat, acting all cute….

But no matter how coyly he acts, what can’t be done, can’t be done.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“Ah, then brush them right now.”

“Do you want to kiss me that badly?”

I chuckled, grabbing the toothbrush Ryuseong handed me and getting some toothpaste, when a flash of passion ignited in his pale blue eyes.

‘Is this bastard horny first thing in the morning?’

Why all of a sudden, I haven’t even seduced you, why are you acting like that on your own? I felt a laugh coming on, so I burst out laughing with a loud clatter again, and Ryuseong approached me with a look full of dissatisfaction, grabbed my chin to open my mouth, and started moving the toothbrush. A man who brushes his lover’s teeth to kiss them, approved. I like it.

Still, I wanted to watch him burn with impatience, so I deliberately took the toothbrush and started moving it slowly. Ryuseong, with a displeased expression, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and started tapping his fingers, counting the seconds, but what do I care?

Haha, as I’ve said many times, the more impatient Ryuseong got, the better. The more he fidgeted like he wanted me more, the more ecstatic I felt.

“Should I come pick you up in thirty years?”

Well, well, I can tell from his sarcasm. This guy must really be in the mood for a kiss. Well, it is morning, and there’s no reason I can’t live with a vigorous young thing, so I spat out the foam—ptooey—rinsed my mouth, and slowly walked towards Ryuseong. What should I do for you, what do you want. His pale blue passion was pitiful and also admirable, so I pressed my upper body against him as if I were almost leaning on him and was about to stroke up his back when….

Diri-riri.

A sound came from the pad. Since I have most of my notifications on silent, I was of the mind that if a notification was set to make a sound even at a moment like this, I absolutely had to check it. I shoved Ryuseong away and ran out of the bathroom to grab the pad.

On the pad, the expected message had appeared.

The three characters spelling out, ‘Master.’

“…What is it?”

“I’m sorry, but it seems you’ll have to pleasure yourself for now.”

“What?”

“If you need it, I’ll permit you to use my clothes. That is all.”

I thought I heard Ryuseong yell what kind of bullshit that was, but I had no time to listen. With no time to even straighten my tie, wearing only a coat over my shirt, I dashed out of the room.

‘Yep, go for it, Ryuseong!’

—My destination, the Headmaster’s office.

‘Let’s go get this withdrawal!’

…Sadly, until this point, I did not know that I would fail to drop out….

Truly, sadly so….