Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 72
I mean, it’s true that I’ve been gaining weight day by day, but it’s not entirely my fault. I don’t work, rarely go out, and he keeps bringing me food so I never feel hungry. It’s an obvious outcome.
Even this peach I’m eating was peeled by Claude. I thought he was too dignified to get his hands wet, but turns out, his self-sufficiency skills are top-notch due to his dislike of having people around.
But one question remained. Why is Claude so serious about my meals?
From what I know, villains who are serious about feeding others are like the witch fattening up Hansel and Gretel, only to eat them…
……
…Could this be part of Claude’s grand plan?
My appetite vanished instantly, and I put down my fork with a clatter.
“Right, someone as duplicitous and dark-hearted as you wouldn’t keep bringing me food without an ulterior motive.”
“Ulterior motive?”
Claude looked down at me, puzzled as I stopped eating and growled.
“You’re fattening me up to make me ugly!”
“What?”
“You’re worried that other Espers will covet me if they know I’m a Guide! So, you’re making me unattractive so no one else will want me!”
“…….”
The truth is, since living together, Claude has taken care of me more than I expected. But I know too well that someone like him isn’t just a good person.
Lately, my mistrust of Claude had reached its peak. Everything he did seemed suspicious, as if there was some hidden intention behind it.
At my words, Claude looked a bit tired.
“…Stop talking nonsense and finish your meal.”
“See, you’re trying to feed me again! Tell me honestly, why are you so interested in me eating? There must be some ulterior motive!”
Confronted with my resolute expression, Claude let out a hollow laugh.
“Rose.”
“Go on, make your excuse!”
“I really don’t worry about that, even if you don’t gain weight.”
“…What?”
I was infuriated by Claude’s look, which screamed that I had thought about something utterly trivial. So, even if I don’t gain weight, he doesn’t worry about Espers hitting on me because I’m already unattractive as it was—is that it?
Glaring pointedly at him, Claude laughed softly.
“Ah, then go find a Guide who would still look pretty even if they gain weight.”
“Who?”
“There are many, like Miss Shana.”
“Ah…”
Claude nodded with an indifferent expression.
I felt even more upset that he readily acknowledged Shana’s beauty.
“What about Irene? Irene’s pretty, right?”
“Irene?”
“Yeah, you know, my former roommate. Tall, blonde…”
“That girl was a Guide?”
“Not a Guide, but in terms of appearance. Isn’t she pretty?”
“Yes, pretty.”
Again, Claude easily agreed.
So, it’s not that he calls all women unattractive; he acknowledges that Shana and Irene are pretty, but only to me! Just to me!
“See, all men are the same. The one they’re living with is me, but they have eyes for other pretty women? Why don’t you send me back and live with a pretty female Guide!”
“Rose, don’t you see? Out of all those Guides, I chose to live with you.”
“What!”
“To me, appearance doesn’t matter at all.”
“…?”
It took me a while to fully grasp Claude’s words.
So, there are pretty women like Shana and Irene in the world, and there are countless Guides. But among them, Claude chose to live with me, which means he doesn’t prioritize looks…
“…What!”
…So, I am unattractive?!
I was about to storm off when a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back. In the blink of an eye, I was lying on the sofa, and Claude loomed over me.
Holding my chin, Claude was letting out a mirth-filled laughter.
What’s this? It feels ominous.
And sure enough. Claude started planting kisses all over my cheeks.
“Stop it!”
No matter how much I struggled, it was futile. Claude continued until he was satisfied, then finally pulled away.
I glared at Claude, eyes wide.
“Why are you kissing someone who’s not pretty!”
“That’s true.”
As he smoothed my disheveled hair behind my ear, Claude spoke in a voice tinged with laughter.
“Looks like I have a pretty unique taste.”
