There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 90

A kiss is the act of rubbing tongues together. It’s a desperate struggle to heighten sexual arousal for the purpose of reproduction. And yet, some people call a kiss a symbol of romance.

I absolutely do not agree with that statement, but today, Ryuseong’s kiss had a particularly meticulous and gentle aspect to it. Rather than pushing and prodding deep inside, it was a style of using his lips to suck on the front root of my tongue. Besides, he was especially obedient to my words today. When my moans came out in gasps because his invasion was unbearably ticklish and hot, he didn’t torment me excessively. Though he would pull away with a soft smooching sound, then lightly bite my lower lip again, sucking, licking, and tormenting it to stir up a ticklish feeling.

However, I know. A kiss is an unhygienic act of tangling one’s tongue with another’s. It’s a perverted act of deliberately digging into the intimate, tender flesh hidden inside the mouth.

So there is no need to mistake it for romance.

Ryuseong laid me down in the snowfield and placed my pelvis on top of his thigh. Thanks to the temperature-regulating robe, I didn’t feel the cold at all. To prevent my back from hurting, he untied his scarf and placed it underneath me. He had me hook my knees over his shoulders and let my calves hang down his back. It was an open outdoor space where anyone could see. But in this weather, there would be no madman wandering around a spirit habitat. And since we were a public couple, it would be fine. Thinking that, I decided to endure the me who had seduced him. As long as I didn’t mistake it for romance, there was no problem with tangling tongues and pressing our bodies together.

Then, something hot touched my neck.

“Hnngh…”

It was his tongue. Your mouth was especially hot even in this bitter cold. But we hadn’t washed just now. My shoulders trembled involuntarily. I raised a hand to push away your head, which was gently biting my nape and rubbing it with your tongue. I grabbed your jet-black hair, which had a little snow on it. But you wouldn’t be pushed away easily and left me to let out a moan. Ah, I felt like I was going to go crazy. I don’t know if it was because of the pleasure or not. When did I cast a cleaning spell? I think it was today, but I still wanted to push you away. Was it unpleasant? No, I was nervous. Even if I hadn’t sweated, there would be snow on me, so if I smelled bad, I was afraid you wouldn’t do it anymore…

But before I could say anything, a large hand smoothly slid up my flinching wrist and intertwined our fingers. He lifted the face that had been buried in my nape for a moment, and after intertwining his fingers with mine and rubbing the back of my hand, he began to persistently suck on the tender flesh between my fingers.

It was clear that he knew what kind of feelings it evoked in me, the way he deliberately dangled his long tongue between my fingers and looked down at me.

“…Shit.”

I wanted to tell you to spread your ribs. Then I would be able to grab your heart.

As I forced the curse out through my clenched teeth, you made a wet sound and gently bit my left ring finger. With enough force to leave teeth marks… It would mean I’m an idiot if I didn’t remember how I had talked about engagement with the left ring finger even after seeing that seductive face.

You were so pretty it made me want to do something to you right away. My lips twisted up into a smirk. I felt like I would go crazy if I didn’t take that thing down somehow. It wasn’t a matter of fucking or being fucked. I wanted to see you lose your composure. I wanted you to bury your head and pant like a beast in heat.

I wanted you to go crazy because of me.

“Give me your ear.”

“Why your ear? You’re not asking me to cut it off and give it to you, are you?”

“Cut the crap and give it to me.”

When I stopped my sexy crying and snapped at him with a serious face, you burst out into a hearty laugh and then offered your ear next to my lips. As if to say, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but go ahead and do whatever you want. Angered, I was about to bite your earlobe, but it seemed like too obvious of a counterattack, so I decided to do something else.

“I want to change positions…”

When I let out a suggestive voice mixed with breath right in front of your ear, a strange greed flickered across your face, as if you were feeling aroused. I don’t really know what that means.

However, the words you spat out were always the same.

“If your opinion is that you’ll do the fucking, it’s rejected. Your waist might break.”

“…Just how fragile do you see me?”

You didn’t answer, and I shook my head gently and then snatched your hair with a firm grip.

And then I bit your earlobe hard.

“…Ugh!”

“For a virgin, you’re cheeky.”

I sneered teasingly. But it seems you’ve gained quite a bit of confidence after sleeping with me once.

“Is that something you should say after taking it?”

“Hmm.”

It seems you really want to be taught a lesson, huh?

The mouth is a good weapon. Even more so because it has a tongue. It’s twice as good because you can also throw out bad words.

Having leisurely rejoined the train, I gave a strange smile to the bellboy who said he was worried because the cabin door wouldn’t open for a while. A suggestive smile… as if asking if he wasn’t curious about what had happened while the door was closed. I don’t know what the bellboy was thinking, but his face turned red as he shouted that he wouldn’t knock on the door from now on and ran away. I was aiming for that effect, but since it worked so perfectly, I was chuckling with amusement, but Ryuseong didn’t say anything and threw me into the bedroom, then slammed the door. Is that bastard trying to sleep on the living room sofa by himself? I was about to knock on that door and talk to him, but I didn’t want to cling to him pathetically, so I decided to go to sleep.

But strangely, I couldn’t fall asleep. It was a little sad.

‘The fact that I’ve fallen for a monk-like bastard who faints just from a little bit of mouth work.’

And the fact that I’ve gotten so used to that damn guy’s embrace that the empty bed feels deserted.

‘Aargh! No! Get a grip, Jeong Ian! You can’t get serious about a guy like that!’

No matter how much I shouted internally, the fact that I was serious didn’t change.

So much so that it was tear-jerkingly frustrating.

The next day, we also jumped out of the window of the train that was running secretly from others. And we exterminated countless spirit bastards. Ryuseong was full of motivation and was eager to make me the family head. That coincided with my goal, so we were able to become quite a good partnership.

It was an excellent business. Our relationship would have been perfect if only love wasn’t involved. There was no sin in Ryuseong’s love. My love was the problem. Because I had fallen in love with him, this kind of warped heart had formed. That’s why my annoyance kept getting mixed in when I dealt with you.

“Ah, damn it.”

I suddenly realized that my habit of biting my nails had returned. Jeong Ian’s habit.

Looking down at my broken nail, I bit my lip.

‘I have to put it back.’

…But where is there to go back to?

The conquerors gathered in St. Petersburg, Russia, must have each headed to this city with different thoughts.

But most of them were extremely reluctant to be deployed as a direct force. It was because this conquest was a difficult problem where it was questionable from the start whether it could truly succeed.

‘And of all people, the one who announced their participation was de Millang, of all things…’

The Named, <Mirror>, was not a transcendent spirit of a form that had never existed in the world before. At the very beginning, that spirit was a weak spirit that could barely transform an area of about three spans into the other world. However, it was different now.

The spirit had repeatedly absorbed the despair of the bereaved families and the fear of those who watched, and in the end, it acquired the name <Mirror>. It was the result of neglecting the spirit just because it wasn’t causing major casualties right away. The price for casually neglecting someone’s tragedy, never imagining that the neglect would carve a massive, collective trauma. And so, an entire city was swallowed whole into the spirit’s stomach.

It was the birth of a Named that had conquered a city.

The Russian conquerors have been gathering in St. Petersburg ever since, desperately requesting conquerors from all over the world to join them. Saying that if they don’t stop it here now, the whole of Russia will be swallowed, and if they can’t stop that, it will be your turn next.

No matter how much they said it, the world was quiet, as if they had their ears plugged.

‘Just as everyone is to the tragedies of foreign lands.’

However, the fact that the entire city had become the other world literally meant despair. So vast that it could shake the very foundations of the country.

The citizens swallowed within it were in a state of being alive but not living, waiting only for rescue.

‘Honestly, it’s doubtful if there are any living people at all.’

In any case, the de Millang he knew would undoubtedly try to seize the command of the conquest. As a Russian officer, he could not allow the command to be taken away. Ivan Karpin deceived himself and extinguished his cigar in a snowdrift.

In any case, even an officer wants to avoid death. It was also quite possible to add every excuse, with or without reason, to avoid death…

“…You’ve changed for the worse, Ivan.”

Coloring the corners of his mouth with self-deprecation for pouring out needless hatred on a brat who was like a lump of flesh, Ivan Karpin turned his head.

All sorts of flags were stuck in the snowfield, fluttering, and near them, magically enchanted tents were lined up in a row. It meant that quite a few conquerors had gathered, but for hope to dawn in Ivan’s eyes, most of them were duds.

Thinking about it logically, there were no folks who would come all the way to a foreign country to do volunteer work just to die, so not a single real one had declared they would save Russia. Except for Cassis de Millang, that greenhorn…

But if a child of de Millang were to get hurt, there was no telling what kind of repercussions there would be.

‘Even if he is a de Millang, a kid is a kid.’

The arrival of Cassis de Millang meant that a separate escort detail had to be arranged for him. That fact was making Ivan’s heart boil with hatred.

And at that very moment, of all times.

“Officer, there, in the sky…”

A shadow fell on the snowfield, so he lifted his head, eyes covered by sunglasses, and looked at the sky. And for a moment, he froze in surprise. Ivan Karpin wasn’t the only one. The fly-by-night conquerors who had been chattering about some trivial plans inside the tents also stuck their heads out, mouths agape, and stared blankly up at the sky.

“…Ha.”

It was because someone was cleaving through the vast sky like a gliding bird.

At the very last, Cassis de Millang, his robe fluttering, joined the conquest team for the Named, <Mirror>.

“They say the main character arrives last…”

As if he knew he was the protagonist of the world.