Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 29
“Oscar….”
Claude, holding Oscar’s wrist with one hand, used his other hand to firmly hold Oscar’s chin.
Oscar, desperately looking at me, met Claude’s face up close, and his pupils shook with anxiety.
“Claude… Aren’t you a bit close?”
“…”
“It feels like I can even sense your breath…”
Goodness. Two handsome men, one cold and the other warm, being so close. Their posture seemed like they could kiss at any moment. Even though my life was at stake, it was an extraordinary sight.
“Uh, just in case I’m asking, Claude, are you… c-crazy?”
“…”
“No…? It’s not what I’m thinking… Right…?”
Claude’s grip on Oscar’s chin tightened, and Oscar, with lips puckered like a trout, struggled in a contemplative state.
However, no matter how physically fit he was, it seemed unlikely that he, as a Guide, could resist the power of an Esper.
“Hey, you! Don’t you know I guide only female Espers…!”
“…”
“I’ll do it with my hand! Just holding hands can be guiding…! Hey!”
Claude had bitten his lower lip so much that the muscles in his jaw were visible. He was not fighting with Oscar; he was fighting against the lifelong pain, determined to find his Guide who would liberate him from his suffering.
Finally, their lips got close enough for just about a palm’s width to remain.
***
Is it Claude’s pride or my skull that got crumpled?
Ultimately, my skull is intact.
In other words, Claude didn’t kiss Oscar.
Claude did his best.
When their lips were about to touch, Claude’s eyes were bloodshot, and there were veins on his neck. That’s how much he must have disliked it.
Oscar, resisting with his lips tightly pursed like a toothless grandma, seemed more pitiful than ridiculous.
It would be funnier if he disliked it just the right amount, but he disliked it too much…
However, after maintaining that state of almost touching lips for a while, Claude, in the end…
With a growl, he flung Oscar far away, to the other side of the room. Oscar was practically embedded on the wall.
Truly a formidable villain in the world’s setting.
Oscar flew almost to the other side of the room but quickly got up, muttering, “Wow! It’s a perfect time to get angry after being thrown, but I’m so relieved that I’m not angry!”
“…”
“You! You mouse-bean! You lied! You said Claude is an avianophile…!”
“It’s not avian, but a dove. Isn’t it because I thought Lord Oscar’s noble and graceful appearance resembled a dove?”
Claude looked at me with a truly annoyed face. I discreetly avoided eye contact. Excited Oscar continued to complain.
“Even if that’s the case, you shouldn’t say it! Even though I may be attractive to people of all ages and genders, my preference is female Espers…!”
“Shut up, Oscar.”
“My lips touched that despicable Claude’s…!”
Oscar’s body flew again. He was thrown out, and the door closed with a bang.
I pretended not to hear the pitiful screams of Oscar coming through the closed door crack.
Claude, with a pale face, wiped his lips with a handkerchief.
It was probably just Oscar’s breath that touched them, but even that seemed unpleasant.
How much did he wipe his lips like that?
Claude, wiping his lips, looked at me with a livid face and sharply raised his eyebrows.
“Seems like you enjoyed it very much?”
“Oh my, not at all.”
“…”
Claude gritted his teeth with a grating sound.
Despite not even reaching Oscar, Claude’s lips were red from how vigorously he wiped them.
I looked at that in a slightly peculiar mood and said,
“You couldn’t kiss him in the end.”
“Shut up.”
“Yessir.”
Anyway, I won the bet with Claude. I admit that I was unfair, but it was only natural not to want to be caught up in guiding, especially after doing it just once as a favor.
Moreover, considering that all the main characters had experienced a tragic death ending caused by him at least once.
“I won, Lord Claude.”
“…”
“Please keep your promise.”
Claude glared at me as if he were going to kill me but ultimately didn’t stop me as I left the room. I thought everything was finally over.
***
For several days after that day, I had a recurring dream.
It was a dream where Claude would come looking for me.
He didn’t look like a prince on a white horse…
‘Just now, I’m on my way back from kissing Oscar.’
‘…’
‘Hold your little skull right there.’
To be exact, he looked a bit like a grim reaper who’s come to crush my skull.
Fortunately, dreams were just dreams, and there were no visits from Claude for some time after that.
