Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 155
Oscar’s face, smirking just moments before, suddenly contorted in dismay.
“Th-this isn’t the reaction I was hoping for. Why? Azalea, didn’t it thrill you? Not even a bit?”
Thrill? What thrill?
My blood ran cold all the way to the top of my head.
I scoffed, attempting to pull my wrist free from Oscar’s grip.
But it seemed Oscar could not accept that there was even one woman in the world immune to his charm.
He clung to my wrist and whined continuously.
“Be honest, you’re just scared of getting scolded by Claude, right? I promise I won’t snitch…”
“Ugh, let go already…”
My attempts to shake him off were futile.
Despite not being an Esper, he was an adult man, a head taller than me, and I couldn’t overpower him with strength alone.
A struggle ensued.
“There’s no way you’re actually reacting like this, please reconsider…”
“What’s there to reconsider!”
“Look at this smile, these droopy eyelids! Everyone falls for it, every single time…”
“Ugh, stop it, you’re repulsive!”
Being held by both wrists made it impossible to escape; he kept leaning his face closer. Reluctantly, I tried to lean back as far as possible while seated.
That’s when my chair started to tilt.
Oops.
“Hey, careful! You’ll get hurt!”
“Aah!”
Thud—!
The chair ultimately tipped over backward in a complete fiasco.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
I braced myself for pain somewhere, considering my wrists were held by Oscar, likely my head being the prime target.
But surprisingly, no pain came.
Right, I wasn’t hurt, but…
“Ugh…”
Hearing a groan of pain instead of mine, I slowly opened my eyes to see Oscar, grimacing.
It looked like as we fell together, Oscar had swiftly inserted his hand beneath my head right before it could smash against the floor…
Thanks to him, my head was fine, but his hand bore the brunt of the impact.
“Um, are you… okay?”
“Hiiing, my hand… it hurts so much…”
While Oscar tended to overreact, this time his pain seemed genuine, especially with the ominous red mark visible on his hand.
That’s… likely going to turn into a nasty bruise.
“See, this is why I said you should stop getting all clingy…”
“Ah! mouse bean! Are you okay?”
Feeling a bit embarrassed as I grumbled, Oscar suddenly perked up.
“Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m not…”
“Any bleeding?”
He frantically checked my face and head for injuries.
“Just make sure you check thoroughly. If you got hurt while with me, you have no idea how much Claude would freak out on me…”
“…”
“It’s not my business if it’s an internal injury, but focus on checking for any visible external injuries…”
“Could you, um, get off?”
At my request, Oscar finally paused.
He had just realized our awkward position.
So, it looked like…
He was straddling me…?
As Oscar looked down at me with wide, surprised eyes, there was a noise.
Both our gazes, frozen in place, turned towards the sound.
The person who just opened the door and saw us tangled in a posture ripe for misunderstanding immediately stopped, their expression turning serious.
And that person was someone both Oscar and I knew well.
It’s him.
* * *
A suffocating silence followed.
If only we could somehow untangle this awkward pose. But Oscar, too flustered as well, didn’t move off me.
“You told me to stay away from the Guide Division…”
“…”
“Rose.”
Claude growled, clearly displeased.
Just then, the hand supporting my head slipped away. Obviously, I wasn’t ready for it…
Thunk!
“Oww…!”
My head hit the floor hard, sending a shock through my skull.
Claude was instantly enraged.
“Why would you…”
“I, I wasn’t hitting on her!”
Oscar quickly sat up, spreading his hands in the air as if to show his innocence.
“It was just now, I mean, she fell by herself and was about to crack her head open. I saved her! I have absolutely no interest in this girl!”
