Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 68
A house over seven years old looking like this?
Is this what they call an obsessive, minimalist house? So minimalist that nothing but Evian bottles can be put in the fridge?
Or rather…
“Wow, it’s so bare and empty, if not for the view, it looks like an unfinished vacant house!”
“……”
“It’s so white everywhere, it’s almost blinding! It’s dizzying! Amazing!”
“……If you need anything, just tell me, and I’ll buy it.”
Claude seemed to admit it was too much.
Ohh, that’s a relief to hear.
“I’m actually interested in plant-terior. I want to grow plants. Not in small pots, but real ones as tall as you, Claude! Because small plants would be hardly noticeable in such a spacious place. But if we grow big ones, you’ll have to do the repotting. They’ll be too heavy for me. Is that okay?”
“Alright.”
Wow. I expected him to grumble about the hassle, but Claude surprisingly nodded easily.
“I’d like a sofa and a table in the living room.”
“Okay.”
“Oh, and I’d like the sofa to be yellow. Bright and cheerful.”
“……Alright.”
“It’s so stark here, so I’d like to hang some paintings on the walls. But I want them hung high, so you’ll have to hammer the nails. Is that okay?”
“……Alright.”
“How about dog paintings? Cute, right? Or maybe piglets for good luck?”
“……”
“Did you hear me?”
“……”
“That last part was a joke.”
Claude looked down at me with a complicated expression, as if questioning whether bringing me here was a good decision.
***
There are days when you wake up feeling unusually refreshed and well-rested.
Without even looking at the clock…
…you just know you’re probably late.
“Yikes!”
I bolted up from the bed.
Though I’m a low-level office worker dreaming of a salary heist and early retirement, I’ve never been late before!
But then I realized in a flash.
“Oh, I don’t need to go to work…”
Deflated, I flopped back onto the bed.
The blanket was incredibly cozy, pulling me back in. No wonder, since the mattress, blankets, and pillows were all top-of-the-line, used even by the president of the country.
Claude said that I just need to tell him if there’s anything I needed.
Fine, I might be living with him out of fear, but I won’t be shy about spending his money.
With that boldness, I listed off all the expensive items, and to my surprise, Claude agreed to everything without hesitation.
Now, I have a bed big enough for ten people, as large as a decent-sized room.
Initially, I was worried about living with Claude.
The choices were either cohabitation or imprinting. I reluctantly chose cohabitation.
I thought living together wouldn’t be much different from imprinting. Why else would Claude want to live together?
I feared he would constantly seek opportunities for imprinting while living under the same roof…
Surprisingly, there was none of that.
Claude never brought up guiding, nor did he attempt any physical contact. We even had separate rooms.
Moreover, I thought living with such an extreme minimalist and a germaphobe would be exhausting, but it wasn’t.
He didn’t mind when I left water droplets on the floor from my wet hair, when my distinctively pink hair strands stood out against the pristine white floor, or when I carelessly tossed snack wrappers in a corner. Claude’s reaction was always calm.
Irene would have nagged me incessantly for such things, but Claude was not that sensitive.
He didn’t seem to be forcibly enduring it either. In fact, he nonchalantly cleaned up after my snack wrappers.
And the most astonishing thing of all, I didn’t even have to go to work.
