Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 280
“By the way, how do you do laundry here? I need to wash these borrowed clothes before returning them…”
I walked into the tent, chattering excitedly, but I couldn’t finish my sentence. I was suddenly pulled in by a strong arm wrapped around my waist.
Before I could react and step back, a firm arm supported my back. And before I even realized how close we were, his hand, big enough to cover my entire face, grabbed my chin and held it in place as he kissed me.
“Wait, hold on…”
As I hesitated, frozen in surprise, he kneaded my soft earlobe as if to soothe me. Then, he urgently entwined his tongue with mine, hungrily and desperately, like a starving beast finding its prey.
And at that moment, the guiding energy flowed through.
The refreshing sensation was so surprising that it startled me, so I could only imagine how it felt for Claude. As a short sigh escaped his lips, he seemed unable to hold back any longer and lifted me up entirely.
He kissed me the whole time as he swiftly crossed the tent. His heated hands couldn’t resist slipping under my oversized clothes to caress my bare back.
His hot breath, the intensely mingling temperatures of our tongues, the saliva that tasted sweet like honey, and the way his hands gently touched my skin all clearly showed how much he wanted me.
I had been worried about what would happen if the guiding didn’t work despite all my bravado, but my worries were unfounded as the guiding energy flowed abundantly wherever our bare skin touched.
I eagerly responded, our tongues entwining as laughter kept escaping from the corners of my lips.
“You’re not focusing.”
Claude grumbled, pressing his forehead against mine. Unable to hold back, I burst into laughter.
“If you’re going to be this impatient, why did you insist on sending me back?”
“That was when I was trying to send you back.”
Claude replied shamelessly.
“Now that I’ve decided to keep you by my side, is there any reason to hold back?”
“Well… no.”
I replied, excitedly tapping my feet, and he laughed in disbelief.
In just a few steps, he reached the makeshift bed at the end of the tent and sat me down on it. …The very same bed where he and Oscar had been tangled up just moments before.
It felt a bit unpleasant, but that was still manageable. The problem started when he began to take off my clothes in earnest.
As I obediently extended my arms…
“…Did you always wear clothes like this?”
Claude paused, puzzled, as he undressed me. The clothes were clearly too big for me and looked borrowed.
“Huh? Oh… I couldn’t pack my own clothes, so I borrowed these from the Espers…”
“What?”
Claude quickly finished undressing me and then tossed the clothes under the bed as if he had touched something dirty.
I wondered why he was treating borrowed clothes so carelessly, but that wasn’t the main issue right now.
“Lord Claude, don’t you think this bed is a bit… creaky?”
Indeed, the makeshift bed kept making creaking noises as if it were screaming while he was undressing me, even though it shouldn’t have been that difficult since the clothes were oversized.
The quality of the makeshift bed, which was really only meant for sleeping, was not very good.
“Bear with it, even if it’s uncomfortable. We can’t get a better bed right now.”
He distractedly reassured me while pressing his lips to my neck and sucking on my skin. He seemed to think I was complaining about not liking the bed.
“No, I didn’t mean I wanted you to change the bed…”
Of course, it couldn’t compare to the bed at home, but I could endure this much. In fact, I would have been fine lying on a blanket over rocky ground. But…
“…Then what?”
He finally looked up, frowning deeply, as I hesitated and kept shrinking back.
“I’m worried that… people outside might hear us…”
I murmured, lifting my arm to cover my eyes and panting.
Except for the thin tent fabric covering the exterior of the tent, it was open to the outside.
So the problem was that this place, where I was already half undressed and hugging him, felt more like the outdoors than indoors.
