BJ Villainess Chapter 119

Ding!

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[Do it right away.]

 

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Son-in-law Damian’ has sponsored 100,000 coins.]

[Let’s go.]

 

I blinked with a dazed expression and then shouted in embarrassment. “Waiiiit?!”

 

He must be crazy! Otherwise, there’s no way he would say it!

 

Damian bent his upper body deeper toward me. Due to that wind, I ended up leaning backward and lying down on the sofa.

 

What the? Is he really trying to do it?

 

I hastily spread my hands wide, creating a barrier between us as if blocking his face. Damian stared at me through my palms.

 

“Why? You said it’s a medical procedure.”

 

“Yes, but…”

 

Damian tilted his head in response to my answer. “You don’t have to freak out like this if you didn’t think it was a kiss, Madam.”

 

Only his plum, thick lips were caught between my palms this time.

 

“That’s true…?”

 

Why did I say that’s true? I have nothing to say.

 

As I was swallowing dry saliva, Damian wrapped his hand around me and lowered it so that I could hold the glass of water.

 

“Even if I don’t feed you, you have to take your medicine. The cold sea breeze may worsen your condition.”

 

After that, the atmosphere plumed down gracefully as if avoiding some strange current.

 

“Yes.”

 

I was relieved inside and swallowed the medicine while Damian watched intently. The bitter taste of medicine couldn’t be felt as I was so confused.

 

* * *

After becoming seriously ill, Damian rarely tried to leave me.

 

“You’re going to catch a cold, Madam,” said him while wrapping the thick coat he had brought to my body.

 

I was already wearing two coat layers, so I felt unseasonably hot.

 

“Damian. It’s hot.”

 

“That’s a relief.”

 

What do you mean that’s a relief?

 

“The soup is cold. I’ll tell them to reheat it, so don’t eat it.”

 

“It’s okay. I also like cold things.”

 

“You’re going to catch a cold.”

 

Another change that occurred was Damian’s severe overprotection. Especially, he didn’t let me eat any cold food. Thanks to this, I was troubled as I kept drinking hot coffee.

 

Coffee must always be iced.

 

“Damian, I only drink cold coffee.”

 

“There is no such thing as cold coffee, Madam.” Damian was determined and firm.

 

“…I got it. Then give me a warm one.”

 

I couldn’t complain because he was worried about me. This was something I could understand up to this point. But why didn’t he let me go up and down the stairs by myself?

 

“Why on earth are you carrying a person with intact limbs? Put me down.”

 

Damian shook his head. “It’s dangerous. If you fall from here, you’ll get seriously hurt, so hold on to me tightly. I will never hurt you.”

 

“I’m so healthy right now, so why would I collapse?”

 

After I scolded him several times, Damian finally let me down with a very reluctant expression.

 

“Wife… please go down slowly.”

 

He was extremely anxious as if what I was stepping on wasn’t a staircase but a rope attached to a cliff.

 

“I’m not a toddler who just started walking…”

 

I was so dumbfounded that when I looked back, Damian was shocked.

 

“Look ahead, Wife!”

 

“…”

 

I turned my head again, feeling like a driver who was negligent in looking ahead.

 

Whisper, whisper. Even when he was carrying me around, they were always staring at me, but now I felt their gaze were even more stinging.

 

“Just carry me…”

 

When I announced my surrender, Damian looked relieved.

 

“Yes, Wife.”

 

Ding!

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[This is a plague, really ㅠ.]

 

Ding!

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[I admit it’s a good plague.]

 

Why is it my shame? Still, it couldn’t be denied that thanks to Damian’s careful attention, I was enjoying a very comfortable trip. However, it was difficult just to pass over this matter.

 

“Are you going to sleep there again?”

 

After I got better, Damian slept on the two-seater sofa instead of the bed. Since it was impossible for him to lie down straight there, he could only crouch at an angle. But why does he bother to do that?

 

He’s so big that the sofa doesn’t even look like a two-seater sofa.

 

“You slept next to me when I was sick. Then why are you doing this again?”

 

Then Damian’s complexion worsened.

 

“I’m sorry about that…”

 

“No, this is not a complaint.”

 

I’m going crazy, really. I can’t stand this!

 

“Come to bed and sleep.”

 

“I’m okay.”

 

“But I’m not okay with that.”

 

This was a scuffle that had been going on for several days already.

 

This won’t do. It seemed that special measures were needed to resolve this situation.

 

“Should I go sleep outside?”

 

Then Damian’s expression became cold.  “Where are you going?”

 

“Probably lie down in the hallway. It’s better than watching you sleep curled up on the sofa that doesn’t fit your size.”

 

“…I got it. Are you sure you don’t mind if I sleep on the bed?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Damian hesitated, as if he couldn’t help it, and got into bed.

 

“Come closer. You’re going to fall down. Oh, is it because you hate me so much?”

 

When he mentioned how he had told me before boarding the ferry that he hated me so much, Damian silently came closer to me.

 

Raising Damian is hard, really. Still, I was relieved that I didn’t have to see him crouching pitifully on the sofa.

 

I was about to sleep, but Damian spoke softly to me.

 

“Can I sleep holding your hand, Madam?”

 

[Would you like to hold his hand?]

▹Hold it.

▹Don’t hold it.

※If you select ‘Hold it,’ time will skip immediately to arriving at the Kingdom Rusangte

 

“You’re not even a child.”

 

When I held his hand first, Damian widened his eyes and lowered his head. His face was bright red. No matter how I look at this, it means he doesn’t hate me, right?

 

I checked his condition just in case.

 

{Damian}

Age: 21

Hope for the future: Marry Theresa

Status: Nervous due to extreme excitement

Unsealed Memory Progress: ★★★☆☆

 

Uh? Why is the story suddenly progressing normally? I thought it was already completely ruined, but Damian’s hope for the future suddenly changed to marriage.

 

Now, as long as I filled the memory seal to unlock progress, we would be able to clear the dungeon and exit safely.

 

“…”

 

I stared at Damian, who was shy. The scene would soon change to the situation where we have arrived in the Kingdom Rusangte. Before that, I hugged him.

 

“…Madam?”

 

The moment he regained his memories, the memories of ‘Dungeon Resident Damian’ disappeared. It meant that Damian, who was now in my arms, would disappear. The setting felt harsh and cruel because this world was no longer a game.

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

When Damian lifted his head curiously, the scene changed. It was a dock where servants were unloading luggage.

 

“If you move, I won’t be able to button it, so hang in there, Wife.”

 

As I lowered my head to the sweet voice that seemed to be coaxing a child, I could see that Damian was meticulously fastening my coat.

 

“That’s it,” he said, brushing my hair back and smiling happily.

 

It was a face completely in love.

 

* * *

The two were moving to the townhouse where they would stay during their stay in the kingdom.

 

Damian looked at Theresa’s face as she was sleeping on his shoulder, then kissed her forehead.

 

She was someone you couldn’t help but love. And so, he was captured. Perfectly without the will to resist.

 

He gently touched the ring on Theresa’s finger. He wanted to tell her that she won’t need this ring anymore.

 

Because I want to be by your side.

 

Forget about your dead husband. I’ll make you happy. And now I will give up my life in the dark organization, become a nobleman, and welcome you with pride.

 

That’s how he planned to propose.

 

It’s not a bad idea to start a new life here.

 

A kingdom in the midst of a civil war might be noisy, but that would end once a prince competing for the throne was dealt with.

 

After dreaming three times, Damian’s magical and assassination abilities dramatically improved.

 

Damian carefully intertwined their fingers and closed his eyelids so as not to wake Theresa. He hoped they could quickly arrive at the townhouse and begin their daily life by taking a leisurely and comfortable nap in the same bed.

 

…But where is this place?

 

When Damian lifted his eyelids again, he frowned at the unfamiliar place that appeared. He lowered his head curiously and then realized that he was wearing some kind of school uniform. It was a school uniform he had seen somewhere before.

 

Ah. It’s the Valhalla uniform.

 

Again, that past life-like dream began.

 

Is this already the fourth time?

 

He always felt dirty after having this dream. It might be because the contents of the dream were all messed up.

 

“Theresa Squire is dead.”

 

This time, it was a dream in which he received the sad news that madam had died. The dream himself answered calmly.

 

“I see.”

 

Madam died in the dungeon. It was the result of the mind doll he created.

 

Objectively, it was a fine result. Stigmata’s purpose was to build a new world by annihilating the main axis of the empire.

 

When Damian learned about the demon dungeon, his heart sank.

 

The dungeon was a virtual world. So, when it is cleared, everything returns to its original place, a world where everything is fiction. Even though he thought it was a ridiculous dream, Damian felt uneasy.

 

Maybe this is a dungeon?

 

So what am I?

 

If I and Damian West in my dreams are the same person with me, then what happens to me?

 

While confused, ‘Damian West’ opened a new dungeon with a focused expression. The location was in the imperial park. It was the place where Theresa’s funeral was being held. It was an appropriate move since it was a place where many high-ranking nobles gathered. However, it should have been opened when the funeral began.

 

A watcher from Stigmata scolded Damian. “Do you really sympathize with Theresa? Or do you feel guilty now? Calm down, Damian. She’s just a rotten noble too. She’s the axis of evil that brought the world to this point.”

 

Damian also agreed.

 

But why did he do that?

 

Before he had time to find the answer, he heard the news of Theresa’s return. When he was told that he had returned to her dormitory, he eventually disobeyed Rode Constantine’s orders and went looking for her. Then he saw it.

 

“We’re close friends now, right?”

 

The sight of Theresa smiling while hugging a man with silver hair.