Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 64
“I heard it’s revolting. No way can you take it while you’re conscious.”
“……”
“Why not just take a sedative? We’ll handle the intervention.”
Even Azir, now part of their scheming group, gestured towards Oscar, trying to convince Claude.
The guiding medication, disgusting enough to knock out an elephant, was something Claude had never taken while conscious.
As the medication was administered, Claude’s face contorted with the revolting sensation.
“See, I told you! Just take the sedative, don’t be stubborn.”
“……I’m fine.”
Claude replied calmly, despite the struggle.
I don’t care. Help me. I’m fine.
Oscar had no choice but to give in, seeing his friend so nonchalantly uttering these uncharacteristic words.
Claude endured the disgust, closing his eyes.
He couldn’t miss this historic moment.
He would experience it all vividly with his own eyes, his own skin.
And when he finally caught his Guide…
That would be the moment…
***
Someone once said life is a series of choices.
Humans face several critical crossroads in their lifetime, where a single decision can drastically alter the course of life.
It’s impossible always to make wise and desirable choices. Sometimes, one might make regrettable, foolish decisions.
…But could there be a worse choice in my life than secretly guiding Claude?
“Don’t cry, Rose Valentine.”
Claude, leisurely crossing his legs on the sofa, whispered. His voice was tender, as if comforting a beloved lover.
But I will no longer be fooled by Claude.
“Your arms are drooping. Shouldn’t you lift them properly again?”
“Uwahhh…”
Claude had put me in a thoroughly humiliating position.
I was on my knees in front of the sofa where Claude sat, my arms raised in punishment!
That very thing they wouldn’t even make elementary school kids do nowadays, considering it a violation of human rights!
Claude was enjoying my disgraceful state like a predator playing with its prey before devouring it.
No matter how sweet and tender his voice sounded, the actions he demanded were shamelessly cruel.
“Don’t we have a lot to talk about?”
“What, what talk…”
“You should know…”
Tap, tap. His long fingers, which had lightly touched my cheek like playing a piano, slithered down like a snake. Reaching my neck, his hand gently encircled it, as if massaging.
The grip was faint. But his hand was so large it encompassed my neck completely.
With just a little more strength, my neck could easily break.
Chills ran down my neck.
“I’m, I’m sorry?”
“Not that.”
“Please spare me?”
“Not that.”
“Then what, you wicked man…”
“……Wicked man?”
“Uwahhh, just go to hell, you despicable man…”
My arms, held up for so long, were aching. My knees hurt from kneeling.
Pain and misery brought tears to my eyes.
Wasn’t the guiding medication working properly? There should still be hours left before it wore off, right?
Did he not take a sedative? No, that can’t be. The medication is so revolting when sober that people say that you’d vomit in seconds if you take it like that.
I was scared, not understanding what went wrong, feeling utterly wronged.
Tears and snot streaming down my face, Claude looked down at me with what seemed like utmost pleasure.
“Right, Rose. Shall we count who’s more wicked? You, who abandoned me while I was blinded and deafened by a rampage?”
“But, but I was the one who stopped that rampage…”
“Turning the Guide Hall upside down while hiding without showing your face?”
“No, that’s because I was scared…”
“Pretending to be a witness and pointing Oscar as my Guide? Making me touch Oscar? Even urging me to kiss him?”
“……”
“I, I’m sorryyy…”
