Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 80
Q2. I’ve been seeing this guy lately. He once said he’d smash my head, and he did throw me once, causing to leave bruises on my skin. These days he doesn’t do that anymore though… Oh wait, he recently threatened to throw me into a monster den if I annoyed him. Oh, and he also mentioned chopping off my limbs and locking me up somewhere. But that’s just a joke, right?
A1. …What kind of crazy story is this…?
A2. If my sister were like this, I’d shave her head and lock her in her room. Please value yourself more.
A3. For dating violence counseling, call XXX-XXXX…
Hmm…
Q3. I’ve been seeing this guy, and we’re living together. He said he’d imprint on me if we didn’t cohabit, so I’m staying under duress. But living with him, he gives me tasty things, treats me well, and he’s even handsome, so I’m getting swayed…
A1. Hey, aren’t you the one who kept posting about dating a crazy guy? Go for it, go!
A2. Please keep that crazy guy away from society and date him forever.
Numerous versions of me internally debated fiercely.
Meanwhile, impatient Claude licked my neck, urging me on.
“Rose.”
His insistent, explicit gaze said it all. It was clear what he wanted.
‘Give in to me.’
Could Claude possess some hidden powerful ability? Like seducing anyone who locks eyes with him?
Otherwise, how could I be consistently and helplessly enchanted without him every time he wasn’t explicitly threatening or bullying me?
I should have been the one to maintain my sanity…
“I…”
“…”
“…I don’t want to imprint.”
Those were the words that escaped my lips.
As if he had been waiting for it, his hand, which had snaked inside my top, slithered up my back like a serpent.
“Ah…”
In a blink, my bra hook came undone. The sensation of my breasts slipping down was vivid, and my face burned with embarrassment.
Claude was relentless. He was about to pull up my top, the last line of defense, when…
“W-Why aren’t you undressing, Lord Claude!”
I picked at him for no reason.
“Lord Claude, you’re the one touching and undressing me!”
While I was a complete mess from being touched, he was still perfectly composed, except for being a bit sweaty.
Claude chuckled as if amused by my complaint.
“Then you should touch and undress me too.”
“….Ehh?”
“Go ahead, undress me.”
He pulled my hand towards the buttons of his shirt and whispered.
I didn’t mean it like that, just blurted out anything to buy some time…
…But why decline when he’s giving permission?
So, I began tremblingly unbuttoning his shirt. Even as I fumbled, he kept gnawing gently on my collarbone area.
Today, even if we don’t go as far as imprinting, will we go all the way?
Really? Me and Claude?
Is this okay? (…What’s not okay about it?)
Isn’t this too hasty? (…Then how much longer should I wait?)
My mind was torn, but…
Seeing Claude growling with his face buried in my chest made all those concerns seem pointless.
As I was lost in thought, Claude suddenly lifted his head.
His face, scrunched up in irritation, was full of annoyance.
“Are you going to keep teasing me like this?”
“Huh?”
With a swift pull, I was laid down. The buttons of his shirt, which I had been fiddling with, ripped off uselessly.
He casually threw away the tattered shirt, revealing a body so sculpted and refined it seemed almost completely out of this world.
But I had no time to admire it. He was already lifting my top, exposing my bare skin, causing goosebumps.
“Ah…”
I moaned, covering my heated face with my hands.
Honestly, from the moment I entered this house, I was already half-expecting this moment.
The other half I didn’t expect was that he’d given me a choice, and I couldn’t deny that I willingly accepted him.
Whether expected or not, I couldn’t remain calm.
A myriad of emotions crossed my mind. As usual, I wanted to escape the situation, but part of me didn’t want to run away anymore.
My heart, now indistinguishable as his or mine, pounded in my ears.
And then…
Ding-dong.
A crisp doorbell sound, utterly mismatched with the mood, echoed throughout.