Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 34
I wanted to protest that a kiss should be all that it would take.
No— what’s happening now wasn’t just a kiss. Our bodies were pressed so closely it was as if I was almost clinging to him.
But in reality, it was him not allowing even a sliver of space between us.
I clenched my eyes shut, trying hard not to relax my guard.
Pull yourself together. This isn’t a real kiss. It’s just a means of trying to confirm if I’m his Guide.
If even a thread-like strand of guiding occurred, he wouldn’t miss it. He would sink his teeth into his prey’s neck, immobilizing it against any resistance.
I should have been alert, wondering how and why guiding worked.
…But as the kiss lingered, it became increasingly difficult to ignore its strange intensity.
It wasn’t as rough and brutish as initially. It was unnecessarily gentle yet insistent in a way.
“I, I can’t breathe…”
“…”
My plea was brief. Soon his impatient tongue followed, teasing my lips before impatiently diving back in. Our tongues intertwined again…
The sensation was overwhelming. In my dizziness, I barely managed to open my eyes. His face, his high nose and long lashes, was too close.
Despite it being obvious, I shivered and inadvertently banged the back of my head against the door behind me.
Ugh…
It wasn’t painful, but a reflexive groan escaped me.
At that moment.
His hand slid between my head and the wall.
That large hand, almost entirely covering the back of my head, lightly caressed the spot where I hit. It was like soothing the whims of a hurt child.
To Claude, it seemed like an absent-minded action. He was still immersed in the kiss.
But for me, it was that hand cradling my head, more than the kiss, that stirred an unknown feeling inside me.
…Are you sure you really have mysophobia?
This is like…
“Stop, that’s enough…”
“…”
“…D-Damn it— Stop it already!”
This isn’t a verification, it’s a real kiss!
With all my might, I pushed him away with my fist. But it was only for a moment, he didn’t care and tried to press his lips against mine again.
I quickly covered his lips with my hands.
Then, his eyes opened, those unfathomable red eyes right before me.
My legs were trembling, but I glared back, refusing to back down.
Yes, I urged him to kiss Oscar, and yes, I couldn’t argue against his logic of needing to verify with me too.
But this was really crossing the line.
With a sigh that sounded more like a lament, Claude finally let me go and stepped back.
Was it because he confirmed again that guiding didn’t happen? His face was scrunched up in frustration.
I pretended to wipe my lips with my sleeve, trying to hide my face. I couldn’t control my expression.
My heart was racing madly. My body tingled all over.
Was it because of the intense kiss after so long, or the tension of possibly guiding?
My hand hidden in the sleeve trembled uncontrollably. I forced it into a tight fist, trying not to show my nervousness.
Don’t overthink it. Claude just wanted to thoroughly check if I was his Guide.
Fortunately, this time seemed to have passed, but who knows about the next. I thought the more intense the physical contact, the higher the chance of guiding. But what exactly triggers it…
Lost in thought while wiping my lips, I suddenly felt his gaze and looked up.
His cold red eyes were staring down at me.
How long has he been watching? I quickly averted my gaze.
A moment of silence passed.
“…Did you see anything else?”
Claude, regaining his composure, asked in an emotionless voice.
“What do you mean?”
“Anyone else entering this place before you?”
Ah.
This is where my answer becomes really crucial.
My senior and I were definitely the ones who unlocked the door before entering Claude’s IV room. Meaning, the only people who entered after Claude were the two of us.
If I reveal this, suspicions will inevitably fall on me.
So, I should say I saw something.
“Um, well, now that you mention it… When we were entering, we bumped into someone in a hurry to leave.”
“…”
