Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 146
“At first, yes.”
Rose had plenty of complaints when they first started living together.
Well, for about three days.
After being fed with delicacies sourced from all over the country for three full days, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and even snacks in between, she stopped asking to be sent back.
It’s not that she wasn’t picky. Nowadays, Rose had become quite selective about her food. Things she used to enjoy, she now found too repetitive. She’d complain about artificial flavors, and even offered pointed critiques.
And it didn’t stop there. Once, when she was napping on the living room sofa and Claude covered her with a blanket, she asked for the duvet from her room instead, claiming it felt different to the touch.
For Claude, who had spent his life eating to live and using blankets just to keep warm, this was all beyond comprehension.
He knew he was spoiling her, but he found joy in it and wanted to give her more, all because these changes were caused by him.
“…Now, Rose also wants to stay with me.”
He had raised her standards of living to a point where she wouldn’t be satisfied anywhere else.
…The old roommate of Rose, who presumed to know her so well, couldn’t even begin to compete.
If hoping she finds satisfaction nowhere but by his side is greed, then so be it.
“So what is it then? If both you and Rose are happy living together.”
“…”
“Ah, right. I heard Rose’s guiding stability was low, making her F-Class despite the high purity of her guiding energy. Is it related to that? It’d be troublesome if, after all this, the guiding doesn’t work well despite the imprinting.”
Claude didn’t respond to that question.
He alone in this world knows the secret about Rose’s guiding. Even Rose herself has no clue.
At first, he was uncertain, but doubt soon turned into certainty.
Flushed cheeks, breaths coming in short gasps, a body curled up, yet eyes filled with anticipation…
Rose guides whenever she’s feeling pleasant.
When Claude first realized that fact, all he could do was laugh.
How could there not be a single unlovable aspect about her? Why did she become more fascinating the more he learned about her? Where had she been hiding all this time before she appeared before him?
He finally understood why Rose’s guiding was so unstable. Her guiding was an unconscious act. If she became even slightly aware of guiding or got distracted, it would just stop.
He used to complain about it to himself, wondering what on earth was going on in that little head of hers, but ironically, Rose had been showing him from the start.
She wants him, too.
Rose’s guiding was that honest. Thanks to that, Claude learned a lot about her.
For instance, whenever Rose felt pleased.
When treated with gentle, soothing care, when touched leisurely and cautiously without roughness, when she offers her body for him to touch.
…Among those, a steady stream of obscenity whispered into her ear proved to be most effective.
It started as a joke. He just wanted to leisurely observe Rose as she became flustered, not knowing what to do as usual.
But every time he whispered lewd jokes in her ear, although she visibly showed disgust, the guiding would flow out abundantly.
She liked this kind of thing.
He was even more surprised than she was.
The reason he doesn’t do it often is that Rose herself refuses to acknowledge her own preferences.
Despite the guiding flowing out abundantly as she was clearly enjoying it, the next day she would look at him with resentful eyes, as if facing the world’s greatest scoundrel.
Honestly, it’s not that he felt entirely unjust…
…But he decided he’s willing to become a scoundrel occasionally. Watching Rose, clueless about her own tastes and the secret of her guiding, was quite enjoyable.
Far from it, these days Claude is almost enjoying it like a game. A game where satisfying her unpredictable and delicate standards to finally receive guiding is the mission.
Since simple contact won’t initiate guiding, it’s naturally frustrating, but this has brought a pleasant tension and competitive spirit to Claude’s otherwise lax daily life.
Of course, the reward of guiding received after successfully completing the mission goes without saying.
…Because it means her tiny, busy little head is completely filled with nothing but him.
“Ah, suddenly I’m not curious anymore. Don’t talk about it.”
“…”
“I can tell you’re receiving plenty of active guiding without hearing about it, so please, don’t even open your mouth.”
Seeing Claude’s darkening gaze, Oscar shivered, nauseated.
