There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 91

They say that Players discriminate against people based on whether they have a title or not. It seems to be true.

“Why did you arrive so late? Were you perhaps off enjoying your honeymoon?”

“How could I? The people are suffering.”

“I suppose it can’t be helped, as you are one without a title…”

…Even so, I don’t think this body I’m possessing is kind enough to hear such words and stay quiet. I crossed my arms loosely, tapping the prominent bones of my wrist with my fingers as I tilted my head back.

It seems undeniable, seeing how they aren’t touching Ryuseong but are being awfully territorial only with me. They’d prostrate themselves the moment Cassis de Millang got ‘truly’ angry, yet they’re still kicking up a fuss while breaking out in a cold sweat… Looking around, it seems they’re making this fuss to stake their claim on the command of this dungeon raid.

I smiled gently, my eyes narrowing into slender curves.

Hah, maybe I should just wreck them all and teach them their place…

“Cassis de Millang, would you hear my advice for a moment?”

But since Ryuseong was speaking so nicely, I decided to grant a momentary stay of execution. I let what others were chattering about pass with a snort and grabbed Ryuseong by the collar.

And then, I kissed him just like that.

“…!”

Gasps of shock erupted from all around. Ryuseong seemed to try and resist for a moment, but when I bit down lightly with my teeth, his heaving shoulders stiffened and he froze. When Ryuseong didn’t move, no one else did either, likely judging that they couldn’t dare lay a hand on Cassis de Millang’s person. Uninterrupted, I leisurely kissed him.

As expected, his face is handsome even with transformation magic, but Ryuseong looks better with jet-black hair than with dark gray, long hair. His eyes, too, must be an opaque, vivid blue. That is the man named Ryuseong.

The Players who had been picking a fight, their anxiety clearly showing in their eyes, began to disperse one by one when I refused to listen to a word they said. Still, I didn’t stop. The hand grabbing his collar subtly stroked his collarbone and the nape of his neck, while my other hand dug its fingers coolly into his scalp before grabbing and pulling his hair as if snatching it. So that you, who would shine brilliantly anywhere, cannot escape anywhere, so that no one can steal you away…

I am the night that will defile you, so I hope you never know dark adaptation.

‘I wish your eyes would go blind.’

But I might go crazy if your blue eyes don’t look at me, so I drank down the anxiety that you might leave me for that very reason. I swallow the saliva flowing from the hot, wet mucous membrane as if it were ambrosia, and wrap my tongue around your feigning-polite tongue, pull it out, and suck on it with a loud slurp.

And as if asking you to move in response, I let out an affected moan of pleasure and smiled coquettishly. You really did look at me as if you were dumbfounded… but what does it matter?

Of course, I have to grant my damn pretty boy’s request.

“You endured well. It must have been quite unpleasant,” I said gently, panting, with my lips parted but still holding onto his hair, not letting him go. At that, Ryuseong, with a strange expression, lowered his head slightly and began to lightly suck on my lips.

‘Huh?’

What is this?

‘Is this an unexpected gain?’

I looked up at him, a little dumbfounded, but Ryuseong, like a cat, didn’t stop rubbing my lips in a circle with his tongue. He tilted his jaw to the side, adjusting the angle, and thrust his tongue deep inside, sweeping it all over the mucous membrane of my mouth. Then, before I could make a strange moan, he lightly bit my lower lip with his canine teeth, pulled, and let go. Suddenly robbed of my breath, I gasped heavily, making a somewhat lewd sound. Then Ryuseong, who was supporting my back, patted my chest a few times, came closer, and rubbed his lips against my earlobe as he spoke.

“Someone who dislikes it wouldn’t do this.”

“Didn’t you dislike doing it—hic—in front of others? Were you a fan of the outdoors, surprisingly?”

“…Just what kind of night games have you been playing?”

Who knows. You’d probably freak out and faint if you found out.

“They say you shouldn’t dig into a lover’s past. Let’s focus on the present instead. What are your preferences? The outdoors, perhaps…?”

“I prefer a normal bedroom.”

“How unfortunate. I will broaden the horizons of that small and conservative world for you.”

“…It was my mistake to even try to have a conversation with you.”

“Oh-ho, have you realized that now? A little slow, but as a reward, I shall permit you to offer me counsel.”

As I said that and lifted my chin, Ryuseong let out a tired sigh before slowly changing his expression.

He had a rather serious tone. One that was fun to tease.

“Let them do whatever the hell they want.”

However, the topic Ryuseong chose was a more serious one than I had expected. I slowly weighed the pros and cons before casually opening my mouth as if tossing out the words.

“Why should I listen to you?”

“First, you came here to build up achievements anyway, and second, you’re good at that kind of thing. The final blow.”

Ryuseong was speaking as if looking at some distant place.

And I knew the reason why.

“Because this dungeon won’t be easy, anyway.”

Of course, it would be so. From the moment I saw Cassis de Millang’s past, I had already noticed the danger of this raid. Because the enemy we have to defeat this time is the Players’ trauma itself.

‘Just like the academy entrance exam…’

The battlefield we had to face, the inner world, was a place where the cruelty was several times more upgraded than that.

Even if it’s the same world, if it is colored with a different form and shade, it cannot be identical. Just as it’s impossible to be the same person if a different soul inhabits the same body.

The inner world (裏面世界) is exactly like that.

The monster we have to defeat weaves the inner world from the trauma of those who enter.

This novel had a system where the victory or defeat in a battle could be decided by the character’s mental state. For example, if one’s mind broke, their control over mana and ki would collapse along with it, making them unable to use magic or sword ki. As such, in the setting, the risk of death would increase when one’s mental strength was depleted.

That’s why I had felt a certain thrill watching Ryuseong, who, in the middle of a battle, would force himself to regain his crumbling mental state, only for it to crumble again, yet somehow move forward.

‘The protagonist rolling in a hardcore dark fantasy is the best!’

Now, I am here, and it seems Cassis de Millang will be entering an inner world woven from trauma.

‘So… this means I’m in big trouble.’

Because Cassis de Millang’s past is what it is.

The more intense and firm the person’s trauma, the clearer the form of the ‘enemy’ that must be defeated becomes. Depending on the intensity of the trauma, the material could be squishy like clouds or smoke, or it could be humanoid.

Originally, it was said to be a weak monster that could only transform an area of about three handspans into the inner world, but trauma is the kind of thing that spreads rapidly once one or two people are broken. This is the government’s fault for not giving a single X about how well panic spreads among crowds. In other words, you could say we came here to clean up the shit others left behind.

‘That metaphor is too dirty. It’s making me queasy.’

Anyway, I decided to back down a step, just as Ryuseong said.

It’s not what I wanted, but I am in a body that is destined to troll just by existing. There was no way the monster for Cassis de Millang, who went through all that, would be anything but humanoid. It would be nice if it were just humanoid, but a misstep could lead to a recreation of its power. It’s a good thing Ryuseong is here; if I had come alone, I would have just run away, even if it meant being an ass. For example, by saying something like, “I just came to watch. A battle? Why should I have to do that?”

‘Besides, I’ve never taken on the role of a commander before.’

If I were to command, our chances of winning would disappear anyway. It’s not like I was trying to snatch the right to command to lead myself. I was trying to give it to Ryuseong, but since he kicked it away saying he didn’t want it, I had no intention of forcing it on him.

No, for someone with no intention, I am pretty pissed off.

‘My incompetence…’

What would it have been like if it were Cassis de Millang? The right to command would have naturally been his. But I can’t do it. I’ve never been properly taught how to command; simply put, I lack the ability. I felt that if I were the real Cassis de Millang, everything would be going much better than it is now. Ryuseong would have been much happier that way too. Rather than loving a fake… I hated myself for constantly having these thoughts. It was so irritating that my chest felt tight and stuffy.

‘Ah, screw it. Forget it. Stop worrying.’

If I’m annoyed because I lack the ability right now, then I just need to level up. Someone might ask if that’s easy, but in Cassis de Millang’s body, it’s definitely possible. It will be. What if it’s not? Are you dissing Jung Ian, who achieved the six-month miracle of getting into Korea University? I’m an awesome guy. Whatever it is, I’m confident in my ability to memorize things brute-force style.

When I go back to the academy and there’s a group project, I’m definitely going to be the commander.

Ah, of course, that’s only if I’m in the mood to do the group project properly. What do you mean projects aren’t done based on mood? Haha. You seem to be mistaken about something; my name is Cassis de Millang. It wasn’t before, but it is now.

Therefore, I can dump the group project on my teammates without any guilt, is that what you’re saying?

‘Heheh!’

Frankly, if I give them super expensive luxury gifts and tell them to do the project for me, shouldn’t they be the ones to get an A+ on their own? If they study that proactively, their grades will improve too. I’m doing all this because I care about my friends.

After cheerfully reciting this bullshit in my head, I had Ryuseong set up a tent. Naturally, unlike before when I had been hiding my identity, the tent bearing the ‘de Millang’ name was incredibly lavish and enormous. It was so big I couldn’t even fathom how much trouble it would be to set up such a barracks alone.

Dumping all the physical labor and resting is so sweet.

But I don’t know why that bastard is being like that, when he has every right to ask me at least once, ‘Why are you resting and not working?’

‘Why does he live his life being such a pushover? The damn fool.’

While I took out macarons from my sub-space and nibbled on them, Ryuseong was hammering in pegs on this cold ground, wearing a tight white short-sleeved shirt and jeans. Holy shit. So damn hot. Look at those muscles move. He’s so sexy I could get a nosebleed. Thank you for being a fool, Mr. Ryuseong.

But was I being punished for having such thoughts?

“Young Master!”

Lifting my head, I saw the butler running toward me. Behind him, the de Millang household members who were originally supposed to join me followed in a line. And so I smiled, because de Millang had finally caught up to me.

For that meant the head of the family’s fervent attempts to kill me would now continue one after another.

There was no reason not to smile.