Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 7
When it came to the kiss with the man…
I didn’t dislike it.
But to be honest, it wasn’t just all good.
The man was practically like someone drowning in water about to die.
You shouldn’t rashly save someone drowning. When a person facing death sees someone trying to save them, they may try to push the rescuer underwater to survive.
The kiss with the man was like that.
It was rough, violent, and desperate, just like someone who was about to die and stuffing any available food into their mouth.
It hurt, it was chaotic, and it was overwhelming.
Above all, it was hard to breathe!
“Mmmm, wa- wait a mo-men, mmmph!”
“Haah…”
“Wa- mmph!”
No matter how much I struggled, it seemed like the man didn’t even realize it.
The man, who had a body at least twice the size of mine, felt as solid as a rock. No matter how hard I tried to push him away, he didn’t budge.
When I reached my limit and thought this couldn’t go on, I finally bit the man’s lips hard, just like that.
Thankfully, this time the man paused.
I gasped for breath and pushed against his chest. I still couldn’t move my hips, but I did my best to pull back my upper body.
In the meantime, blood dripped from the man’s lips and tongue.
Oops… I didn’t intend to hurt him.
To cause harm to that perfect beauty, that felt like committing a serious crime. An immense guilt washed over me.
But the man didn’t seem to mind much. He casually wiped the flowing blood with his fingertips and turned his head towards me, attempting to kiss me again.
Thankfully, I managed to stop him by blocking his lips with my hand just before they could touch mine.
“You can’t. Please calm down…”
Before I could even finish my sentence, the man suddenly grabbed my wrist.
To be honest, with his strength, he could have easily removed my hand and resumed kissing me as he pleased.
But what’s with that.
Just looking at my wrist caught in his hand, which was as strong as a lid of a pot, made me fear that he might snap it with a little more force.
However, he didn’t remove my wrist or break it.
Instead, he…
…He gazed into my eyes and gently kissed my palm.
“Haah…”
“…”
“Give me more…”
With his eyes downcast, he whispered into my hand, caressing my palm with his lips.
“More, more…”
“…”
“Please…”
His voice sounded tired, and his soft breath brushed against my wrist’s pulsing vein.
I was left speechless.
He was imploring me as if he were a predator eyeing its prey, and yet, he was begging like I held his lifeline.
…Being this sexy is so unfair.
The strength left my hand that had been restraining the man, and he seized the opportunity to come at me again.
“Just a moment.”
I grabbed his shoulder.
“It can’t be like just now.”
I didn’t want to be like the burgers devoured by contestants in a hamburger eating competition.
I had seen it on YouTube before. People would smash the burgers with their fists and then eat them. Because flat burgers were easier to put in their mouths.
But I wasn’t a hamburger. So if I was going to be devoured anyway, I might as well be devoured gracefully and elegantly, right?
“More…!”
“Nuh uh. If you don’t stay still, I won’t do it.”
In response to my words, the man grumbled discontentedly.
He seemed like a big dog waiting for food, repeatedly making impatient sounds.
…It was kind of cute, wasn’t it?
Unconsciously, I chuckled and urged the man.
“Come on, slowly.”
“…”
“Gently. Be gentle with me.”
I lightly kissed his lips a few times before gently embracing his lips.
The man let out a groan that sounded as if he was in agony.
The following kisses were, to cut to the chase, much better than the first ones. Maybe he realized that you can still feel good without rushing into things, as his attitude became much more cautious.
…Occasionally, he would start making impatient sounds, but if you just stroked his head gently, he’d calm down soon.
