Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 228
“Ugh, what do you need to shower for…”
“I’ll be quick. I came straight here, and I’m covered in dust.”
But I didn’t care about any of that. I was utterly displeased with the situation.
“You don’t seem in a hurry at all. Did your self-control improve after your expedition? Now you’re all relaxed? You used to be the one who couldn’t wait!”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
I continued to hit the sofa, expressing my dissatisfaction, and Claude laughed as if he found it ridiculous.
At this point, he should give in. But instead of responding, he scratched my chin with his finger, like comforting a puppy, and then he went off to shower.
I gritted my teeth in frustration. It felt unfair and infuriating.
Since when did the roles reverse like this? Before, even if I begged him to calm down, he wouldn’t listen!
Now, even when I’m the one initiating, he dares to tease me and make me wait!
I resolved that this wouldn’t do. From now on, I would also act calm and unhurried, until Claude got so desperate that he would come to me first!
But my resolve crumbled in just a few minutes.
…I guess I’ll let it slide today since it’s been so long since we last saw each other.
Grumbling excuses to myself, I ended up squatting by the bathroom door where Claude had gone to shower.
Why do I have no self-control…
Feeling disheartened, I slumped into a whiny mode.
I leaned my head against the door and waited. How long had I been waiting?
Click.
“Ah!”
The door opened, and I nearly toppled over. The hand opening the door stopped abruptly.
Claude, with his wet hair wrapped in a towel, looked down at me in surprise.
“Why are you sitting here like this…”
“……”
“…Oh.”
Claude’s mouth opened in realization.
He stayed silent for a moment, his lips moving as if to say something but then clamping shut again.
Eventually, he even raised his hand to cover his mouth.
Then…
Pfft… Haha!
Laughter that he couldn’t hold back escaped from behind his hand.
He laughed for a while, his shoulders shaking, and even shaking his head.
I turned my head away from him, trying to avoid his gaze. Embarrassment washed over me, my face heating up.
Yes, even I thought this wasn’t right. I was showing my impatience too much…
Like a child bouncing up and down waiting for their dad to come home with fried chicken.
“Go ahead, laugh all you want… Ah!”
My view suddenly shifted upward. Of course, it was because he had lifted me up.
Even though it startled me every time, I almost automatically wrapped my arms around his neck.
He whispered with a laugh in his voice.
“If this is how enthusiastic your welcome is, maybe going on expeditions more often wouldn’t be so bad.”
“…Try teasing me one more time. I swear I’ll run away from home.”
Even as I growled, baring my teeth, he wasn’t scared at all.
Where would you even go?
He laughed mockingly, finding it ridiculous.
Shaking his head, Claude then buried his face in the crook of my neck and took a deep breath. Freshly showered, he smelled of water and body wash.
He then began walking towards the bedroom.
Having waited so long, I stayed quietly in his arms but suddenly grew curious.
…But why did he bother changing his clothes? If he had just showered, he could have come out without anything on.
* * *
So, did we immediately share a passionate reunion after such a long time apart?
…Surprisingly, no.
Even more surprising, the reason wasn’t me.
“Rose, wait, calm down a bit…”
Shut up…
I silenced his needless words with my lips.
Smooch, smooch smooch.
Kissing and biting at his lips, pressing my tongue against his, a low chuckle escaped from the corners of his mouth. He was unaccustomed and awkward because of how aggressive I was.
I, too, had many things I wanted to talk to him about.
I wanted to know how much he had suffered with the appearance of intelligent mutants, if he had been hurt anywhere, or if he had been scared.
Just as I had struggled waiting for him, did he regret not being able to stay with me?
But there was no way we could share all these stories in just one night.
So, the overwhelming emotions that I couldn’t tell if were a dream or reality, could only be expressed through physical intimacy.
