Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 33
He’s flinging my own words back to me. A passionate kiss would be necessary for proper confirmation.
My mind started spinning.
But what about him? He seems to have given up on insisting Oscar was his Guide, but now he’s willing to kiss me? Is it because, unlike with Oscar, he won’t suffer from guiding allergies since I’m ‘not a Guide’?
Claude was unbelievably forward for someone with mysophobia.
“Um… Lord Claude, you seem to be out of your mind with desperation for guiding energy. Please calm down. This isn’t a wise choice for either of us. You utterly despise things like kisses; you’ll definitely regret it…”
“Who said I utterly despise them?” Claude asked, twitching his eyebrows.
Who else but you? After all, your mysophobia is severe enough to break Irene’s neck just by touching her hand.
But I couldn’t say that.
“Eh? Well, you even threw away a beauty like Oscar…”
“…”
“I’m sorry…”
I quickly crouched back down as Claude’s face turned terribly fierce. Looking at him now, just recalling the moment he tried to kiss Oscar made him shudder and shake with rage. How could he even consider kissing me? I almost wanted to complain.
“…I’m fine now.”
“Huh?”
“It hasn’t been that terrible since that day.”
Claude finally spoke with an audacious face.
“Suddenly?”
“Yes.”
“…I highly doubt that.”
“You mocked me for not being desperate enough when I refused to kiss Oscar.”
“…”
“According to someone, I’m not in a position to be picky.”
Claude smirked viciously, pulling up the corner of his mouth.
…I’ve dug my own grave.
The logic I used to mock Claude has now come back to bite me. What do they call this? Hoisted by my own petard? Caught in my own trap? A self-fulfilling prophecy?
And then it hit me.
Ah, it’s all of them.
Refuse to kiss? I can’t escape responsibility since I previously urged him to kiss Oscar.
But if I kiss him and guiding happens? It’s all over.
Just poking his forehead had caused guiding. How could it not happen with something as intimate as a kiss? That’s when it happened.
Suddenly, his solid chest was right before my nose.
“Uh, when did you get this close…”
“…”
“…Wa, wait! I need to mentally prepare…!”
His arm wrapped around my waist. Helplessly pulled by his force, my body came almost flush against his.
Was he really moving in this quickly?
In my panic, his hand reached towards my face. It was bare, having taken off his gloves earlier to grab my wrist.
He wasn’t in a state to listen. His eyes were completely wild.
My heart pounded, loud enough to echo in my ears.
I was still trapped in the game’s fourth ending. Irene, whose neck was snapped when she tried to guide him by holding his hand. Oscar, who was thrown away without even a kiss.
I shut my eyes tight.
His cold, dry fingertips cupped my cheek. My head was lifted, and our lips locked.
Honestly, I was skeptical.
Despite several near-death experiences from his outbursts, Claude had never kissed Oscar. Him kissing me while fully conscious of his actions? If it had been that easy, he would’ve found a Guide for himself by now.
I thought it would be a mere brush of the lips, or maybe I’d be thrown away like Oscar before our lips even touched.
That’s what I expected.
But…
His hand cradled my cheek. A chill ran down my spine, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I knew he was huge, but feeling his hand again made it all the more real. If he spread his fingers, they would cover from my crown to my chin.
Just a little pressure from that large hand could crush my facial bones, just like Irene’s neck in the original game.
But before I could get lost in thought, he pulled my face closer, and reflexively, my mouth opened. Taking advantage of the moment, his hot tongue invaded.
“…Nngh.”
Caught off guard by his unexpected assertiveness, a moan escaped before I could stop it, swallowed up in his breath.
Claude didn’t hesitate like he did with Oscar. His entangling tongue relentlessly stimulated the soft flesh inside my mouth. It tickled gently at first, then sweetly sucked on the tip of my tongue until my legs wobbled, strength draining from them.
The arm wrapped around my waist supported my collapsing body, then lifted and pulled me even closer.
