Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 123
Well, that’s understandable. Claude, being an S-class Esper, has only been deployed in severe national emergencies due to the risk of going rampage without a Guide.
But now that he had a Guide who he had imprinted with, it’s being noisily announced everywhere, making it necessary for him to fulfill his duties more seriously as an Esper.
At least it’s just a recommendation and not mandatory.
As I was nodding to myself, Irene handed me another piece of paper.
“And now that you’re officially going to be registered as a Guide, you’ll need to undergo guiding training. Here’s the schedule for that…”
Oh, right. I knew that Center Guides were required to take guiding training, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon.
It was a bit annoying, but just as I was about to accept the paper, Claude snatched it and crumpled it up.
“Rose isn’t going to that kind of place.”
Claude practically growled.
“Rose’s guiding is perfect. She doesn’t need any training.”
Claude, glaring with narrowed eyes, seemed unfazed by Irene’s presence.
“And who are you to make such decisions for Rose?”
“Rose is best understood by me. She’s small, weak, and lazy, so it’s just best to let her rest comfortably.”
“……?”
“How long have you known her to claim such understanding…”
Irene scoffed. No wonder she was the original female lead.
A blue vein popped on Claude’s forehead, his jaw muscles clenched tight…
He seemed more than just a little angry.
How fearless Irene was. Did it take this much nerve to be the female lead? I couldn’t help but admire her.
At the same time, I was wary of Claude. He hadn’t snapped yet, but he had a history (?) of snapping Irene’s neck.
Sure enough, Claude didn’t hold back.
“You’ve been roommates with Rose for quite a while.”
“…….”
“I’ve heard plenty about how you annoyed Rose with your sensitivity all the time you lived together.”
“Why would you bring that up now…”
It was a blatant provocation.
But there was something Claude didn’t know…
“Look, I know. Rose might not know how to hide what she’s actually thinking, but at least she doesn’t talk behind my back.”
Irene retorted with an unbothered expression.
And then she threw an even harder counterpunch.
“I’ve heard plenty too. You know, Rose often came to me for advice, troubled by your constant advances. She was even looking for ways to shake you off, Lord Claude.”
“…….”
Claude looked down at me, his expression suddenly serious.
I subtly avoided his gaze…
Even after throwing the atmosphere into chaos, Irene calmly handed me another document.
“Rose, read it yourself and make your own choice. It’s something you’ll find interesting.”
“…Something I’ll find interesting?”
…What could that be?
Confused, I looked up to see Irene nodding. She meant for me to read it and see for myself.
Hmm… Sorry, Irene, but I’m not too keen on taking guide training. If it’s not mandatory, I’d rather not attend.
Reluctantly, but acknowledging her effort for coming all the way, I was about to read the document when suddenly…
A hand appeared from behind, swiftly lifting me by the waist and carrying me away.
My feet dangled off the ground as I was held against him, his lower body pressing against my back.
“Why, why, why is this happening…”
“…”
“Just, just a moment…”
Even as I futilely protested, he gripped me tightly around the waist with one arm, and with his other hand, he held my chin, immobilizing me.
And then, unbelievably, right in front of Irene, he began to nibble and suck on my ear!
“Ahh…”
Claude’s intention was clear. He was warning Irene to leave if she didn’t want to see anything worse.
He’s evidently Irritated by her continuous prickly provocations, but he couldn’t just fling her away like Oscar since she was a woman and my friend.
In the end, he opted for tormenting me instead.
It was utterly unfair. Irene was the one annoying him, so why was I the one being tormented…
Like a snake ready to strike its prey, he tightened his grip around my waist and lasciviously sucked on my earlobe, all the while growling into it.
“Rose, we need to get ‘her’ out of here and go to our room.”
“Oh, my goodness, why are you doing this…”
“Or does ‘she’ think she knows you so well?”
Maybe I should just show her everything?
With that alarming warning, Claude slipped his hand inside my clothes.
Ack!
