BJ Villainess Chapter 203

I frowned. “Stop joking around. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

 

Damian took my hand, shaking it gently as if to comfort me. “Really, I’m not. This bruise is nothing.”

 

He nuzzled into my embrace like a cat, rubbing his cheek against mine as if enjoying my concern. “I don’t feel any pain when I’m with Madam, truly.”

 

“That’s impossible.” I took out some ointment from my inventory and warned him. “Especially since the activity of the Stigmata has suddenly increased, making it dangerous to wander outside…”

 

Wait a minute. The activity of the Stigmata is influenced by Damian’s affection level. So, if they are suddenly rampant, does that mean Damian’s affection level has dropped? A chill went down my spine as I pulled up his character information.

 

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[Damian West]

Age: 22

Height: 187 cm

Birthday: January 31st

Likes: Toys, cooking, sports

Dislike: Nobility

Likeability: ❤️❤️❤️❤️🤍

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…Maybe I’m overthinking it. Given the significant changes in the scenario, they could have been triggered by some unknown causality. I felt the need to investigate what that trigger might be.

 

“Madam?” Damian looked puzzled as I paused in my thoughts.

 

“Ah, I was just saying to be careful. I’ll check if there are any Stigmata members around when it’s daylight.”

 

Damian then nodded. “But that might put you in danger. I should be the one to handle dangerous tasks.”

 

“Still…”

 

“I’m strong here too, you know? With my memories combined, I have a wealth of theoretical and practical experience unmatched by ordinary people.”

 

I closed my mouth. The theory and practice he spoke of related to combat or even murder.

 

Damian smiled brightly. “You know what kind of person I am, Madam.”

 

In the dungeon, Damian was a member of a dark organization. Here, he was a genius assassin. A perfect being of the underworld.

 

I didn’t respond but opened the ointment and handed it to him. “This ointment is made from components that are safer than potions. If you get hurt again, apply this.”

 

But instead of taking the ointment, Damian rolled up his shirt.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“Aren’t you going to apply it for me?”

 

“Don’t you have hands?”

 

“But I’m hurt…”

 

Despite his unreasonable demand, it felt hard to be harsh with him. Reluctantly, I took some ointment and gently applied it.

 

Damian giggled with delight. Each time, his menacing muscles tensed and relaxed. I felt a flush of warmth.

 

“Done.” I quickly finished applying the ointment and pulled down his shirt just as the constellations sent a wave of regretful sponsorships.  

 

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Loudmouth’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[Just use the whole tube of ointment ㅎㅎ. Damian probably wants that too.]

 

I closed the sponsorship window and broached a more realistic topic concerning Damian’s future. “What are you planning to do now? School’s over, so there’s time to adjust, but do you remember your home?”

 

“I remember. I know where Madam’s mansion is and even the layout of the rooms.”

 

“When did you learn that?”

 

Damian tapped his head. It meant the Damian of this world already knew.

 

I wanted to ask more about what had happened to the original Damian. His return was welcome, but how Damian, who was supposed to disappear in the dungeon, survived was also a mystery. But let’s not ask today.

 

I wanted to welcome Damian. I didn’t want to make him feel lonely, dropped into a strange world. As much as I loved this place, I hoped he would too. Though it seems unlikely. With Stigmata and now Ozworld intervening as well.

 

My head started to ache. I worried Ozworld might harm Damian, considering this a glitch. If only I had stronger powers, I could have made a safer world for Damian.

 

As I stroked his cheek with a pitying heart, Damian suddenly kissed my lips. Frozen by his incomprehensible act, Damian kissed me again with a light peck.

 

“Why suddenly?”

 

He tilted his head in confusion. “Didn’t you ask for a kiss?”

 

Suddenly, Ozworld’s words came to mind.

 

“When you look at someone like that, it seems like you’re begging for a kiss.”

 

Confused if there was something wrong with my eyes, Damian confessed in a small voice.

 

“Actually, I couldn’t resist.”

 

He then hugged my waist and nuzzled his face against me, asking for forgiveness. Despite the absurdity, I found myself laughing, and Damian pouted in a low voice.

 

“I can’t hold back anymore, Madam… What should I do?”

 

“What do you mean what to do? Hold it in.”

 

I pushed his lips away and tried to step out of his embrace, but I was quickly being enveloped again, and our lips met.

 

“I don’t want to.” His muffled voice quickly turned into heavy breathing.

 

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Dopamine Addiction’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[There’s no backing down in physical intimacy. Only going forward.]

 

In the dungeon, there was nothing I wouldn’t do to survive. I could shamelessly kiss and act like a married couple as part of my role. But this was different.

 

I managed to push the relentlessly advancing Damian away. He then asked with a breathless voice filled with concern. “Did it hurt?”

 

“It’s not that it hurt-”

 

“…Or did you find it unpleasant?”

 

“No, it’s not unpleasant! It’s just that we shouldn’t be doing this now…” My voice trailed off, losing conviction by the end.

 

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Professional Instructor’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[Just give in and take it all. Honestly, the male leads would be happier that way.]

 

Though I couldn’t agree, I became more confused over time. Whether it was Damian or Ilya, it was ridiculous to pretend to be a couple. But my conscience didn’t allow it.

 

Is it because I don’t love them?  

 

No. I love my male protagonists as much as I love Libby. So, I wasn’t sure if this was from a romantic perspective.

 

Then, do I find kisses unpleasant?

 

No. My body responded normally to the stimulus, and my mental desires functioned properly.

 

…But wasn’t my rejection justified?

 

As I continued to ponder, I forced myself to be more resolute. “In the world where we met, it’s true we were close. But that was under special circumstances.”

 

“…”

 

“Here, I’m not your madam.”

 

I knew Damian’s ‘Madam’ meant ‘ Wife ^[1] In Korea, the word ‘부인’ has double meaning. It could be translated as Madam or Wife. .’ Yet, out of pity for his disappearance, I had overlooked it, but now, in reality, it was time to stop using that term.

 

Damian looked down, then out of the blue, he mentioned, “But, you’re wearing a ruby ring here too?”

 

I flinched, and he quickly grabbed my hand. “Do you have a deceased husband here too?” His tone was fierce.

 

I didn’t want to call him a ‘deceased husband,’ but there was a man who gave me that ruby ring. So, I was momentarily speechless.

 

“Ah, is it from a living lover then?”

 

“I don’t have a lover.”

 

“Then, who gave you this ring?”

 

“…This ring is for personal reasons.”

 

My feeble excuse made Damian murmur gloomily. “It’s not on the ring finger, so it can’t be a wedding ring, but why does it feel like it is?”

 

“…”

 

“Are you rejecting me because of the person who gave you this ring? Because you love him?”

 

“That’s absolutely not it.”

 

My strong denial softened Damian’s expression.

 

“Then why can’t we be like this?”

 

“Well, doesn’t that question sound strange? Obviously, if we’re not lovers, we shouldn’t be acting like this.”

 

“Ah.” Damian seemed to realize his mistake, his face showing surprise. “I’m sorry, Madam.”

 

What is he apologizing for?

 

“It’s been a while, so I couldn’t hold back and forgot the basics.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Should we start with dating then? Still, I prefer starting with marriage.”

 

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Just Live with Damian’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[It’s classic to have a relationship after marriage.]

 

I answered with a troubled expression. “Sorry, but I’m not interested in dating. And definitely not in getting married either.”

 

Damian seemed to understand, smiling as if he expected my response. “I knew you would say that.”

 

He gently rubbed my hand, warming it with his body heat. “Did you hate it when I kissed you earlier?”

 

“…No.”

 

I didn’t hate it, which I thought was the problem.

 

Damian naturally snuggled into my embrace, acting cute. “Don’t overthink it, Madam. I’m like your cat, you know. Maybe friends would be more appropriate publicly?” He whispered in my ear. “But friends kiss sometimes, right?”

 

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Romance Pass’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[Truly a genius ideaㅠㅠ.]

 

His statement, which destroyed all common sense, gave me a headache.

 

“Don’t talk nonsense. And don’t describe yourself as a cat.”

 

“Why? Am I not cute like a cat?”

 

Honestly, I thought he was cute.

 

“Don’t stray from the point.”

 

Damian was cute, affectionate, loving, and adorable. But it was terribly difficult to communicate with him. It felt like talking to a wall might be more productive.

 

“I’ll restrain myself in front of others, Madam.”

 

“That’s not the point.”

 

“It seems right though.”

 

That was because our conversations kept going in this direction.

 

I eventually gave up, exhausted. The night was late, and my eyelids were incredibly heavy. Yawning continuously, Damian skillfully picked me up and headed to the bedroom. “Sleepy, right? Let’s sleep now and talk tomorrow.”

 

“But there’s nothing to talk about… Hoaam.”

 

He laid me on the bed and casually lay next to me, adjusting the blanket. “Goodnight, Madam.”

 

A gentle kiss landed on my forehead, and I drifted into a drowsy sleep.

• 1. In Korea, the word ‘부인’ has double meaning. It could be translated as Madam or Wife.