No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 10

By the way, my contract dating proposal was flatly rejected. What kind of conversation we had before that, well…

A lot happened. 

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I only realized it after getting closer. 

Ryuseong’s dormitory had changed. In the original work, it was Cheongnyong, but surprisingly, it became Baekho. It was the moment my plan to manipulate things so that people from Cheongnyong and Baekho dormitories could share a room was ruined.

I felt dizzy for a moment, but that wasn’t the important thing right now. 

“Can we talk for a moment?”

After walking straight towards him, I didn’t look at Ryuseong when I said this. I just looked around and that seemed to convey my intention sufficiently, as everyone stepped aside with an embarrassed expression. A secluded spot instantly transformed into a place for a private conversation.

Only then did I soften my cold expression and smile a little. 

“It seems we have a lot to talk about.”

That was a strenuous effort to match the concept of ‘Cassice Demillang’. If I say it was to match my nature, it wouldn’t be difficult at all. I just had to act a little more noble and arrogant than myself. 

That was Cassice Demillang.

“Well, I’ve set the stage. Would you like to blabber something? Unless you want that tongue of yours to be cut off?”

“Wasn’t it your side that proposed a conversation? I don’t know what you’re asking me to blabber about.”

I clicked my tongue, looking at Ryuseong up and down as if he was disgusting. 

“You insolently said you wanted to be my roommate.”

Ryuseong’s thick eyebrows twitched. His imposing appearance was so overwhelming that my heart thumped when he glared at me.

Huh, damn, you’re seriously f*cking handsome.

Honestly, if I slept with him just once, I could live off that memory for ten years. 

But Cassice Demillang, who doesn’t know the future where he becomes the villain, would say this:

“I was very displeased by your intentions. And all the antics that followed. The heir of the Hanra Faction demands friendship from the young master of Demillang? Anyone who hears it would say it’s nonsense, don’t you think?”

Cassice won’t leave an element he can’t control alone. The heir of the Hanra Faction approaching the young master of Demillang to build a friendship? Cassice would try to expose his ulterior motives by any means necessary. Even if that ‘means’ is a huge scandal.

…If I package it like that, it doesn’t contradict the character of Cassice Demillang at all. 

‘Isn’t that right, Ryuseong?’

You were the one who acted f*cking suspicious first. ‘Cassice’ just tried to dig into it by confronting you. Now that it’s come to this, it seems inevitable that I’ll be called by the family head. But I’ll think about that later. 

I gave Ryuseong enough time to interpret me as a person. Now it’s time to see Ryuseong’s reaction.

“So you entered a mud fight to ‘punish’ me for being ‘insolent’?”

The words with particular emphasis sounded bitter. It felt like his mood was twisted, oh my.

What should I do, our protagonist?

I’m one step ahead of you.

“Well. I’d like to politely ask which side started the mud fight.”

“Do you have no common sense? Since you gave me room, even if you didn’t intend to, everyone will spread a vulgar scandal targeting the Hanra Faction and Demillang. How do you plan to handle it? Will you decorate the front page of the newspaper as you please and blabber that it wasn’t true? Do you think it can be handled to that extent?”

“It might not be untrue, you know?”

“What?”

For the first time, ripples formed in his upright gaze. It was the moment when a person who only spoke the truth started spouting nonsense. Looking down at his agitation, I felt some unknown stimulus. 

Ryuseong who didn’t go to the dorm that suits his blue eyes. You who directly murdered your trauma.

I don’t know what change it is, but I’ll dig into it steadily.

‘Just because Ryuseong’s dorm changed, it doesn’t mean I’m about to die right away.’

Right?

I smiled brightly, leaning my head loosely while standing elegantly with my arms crossed. 

“I’m proposing a contract relationship. Since we’re already in a scandal, let’s use it. You seem interested in me anyway, and I also have a ‘reason’ to propose a contract relationship to you…”

Then Ryuseong held out his palm. He looked like he was about to faint. 

“…There’s something I wanted to ask several times but held back.”

“Then keep holding back.”

Ryuseong didn’t hold back. 

“Are you crazy?”

“Oh, please. Forgive my rudeness in asking if you have experience in intercourse. If it’s not your first time, it can alleviate the guilt I feel towards myself for harboring ulterior motives at your naive words and actions.”

It seems Ryuseong closed his mouth because he felt like getting angry and asking if I had experience instead. If he had blabbered with an open mouth, it would have been a funny situation. Cassice’s body maintains its virginity to uphold the old-fashioned family customs, but I’m different, my friend.

“Well, whether it’s your first time or not in intercourse, what’s the use of such things? Unless you want to maintain your virginity due to religious beliefs, I think as someone who doesn’t place much importance on whether it’s the first intercourse or the first time, I humbly ask, would you like to try dating this Cassice Demillang?”

The answer that came back here was this:

“No.”

Just no, without adding any other words. A denial without giving any reason or anything. 

To that, I nodded my head obediently. 

“I see.”

“I think there was a misunderstanding in my words. I clearly-“

“Rejected me. I know. So?”

“What?”

Ryuseong seemed to have completely lost his pace. His will-o’-the-wisp-like eyes were fluttering. Suddenly noticing that his tie was loosely undone as if someone had yanked it irritably, I placed my hand on his shoulder and bent my waist. And then.

I whispered softly into his ear. 

“Anyway, you…”

Then grabbed his tie. 

“Will be sharing the same room as me, continuously.”

I pulled it until he was about to suffocate. 

The next moment, Ryuseong pushed me away as I was closely stuck to him and made an expression as if he was half-panicked, well. I won’t bother mentioning that.

“……”

“……”

Yeah, why did you do that? Why did you apply for a roommate? You can’t even withdraw it because it’s something you did. Why did you annoyingly distort the original work, Mr. Protagonist? I don’t know what your purpose is. 

‘But it makes me want to tease you more!’

So much so that I want to whisper the words “same room” with a subtle implication. 

When his lips that nervously pulled out his own tie were about to mutter something. 

Bang! Pow!

The sound of fireworks going off somewhere was heard, and suddenly a stage effect like dry ice spreading appeared in the center. Unconsciously pushing back the people around me at the sudden change, I embarrassedly moved my arm away from Ryuseong’s chest.

Oh, I didn’t intend to touch your chest and stuff, but I ended up touching it somehow. Wow… I’m sorry, Kiya…

But Ryuseong had a truly bizarre, distorted expression. I didn’t perversely grope his chest, but I don’t know why he’s already convinced that I had ulterior motives. It’s unfair. Of course, I did have ulterior motives. I’m sorry. But can’t you forgive me for pushing you back to protect you?

“You guys have all gathered well!”

At that moment, along with a loud shout, the fog slowly cleared and began to reveal the person standing in the center. 

As his appearance was revealed, the cadets nearby started covering their mouths or screaming in a state of panic, and I, who had read the original work, knew the reason. 

The curse caster’s body had long been rotten due to a huge curse. Therefore, there was nothing but rotten skin attached to his arms and legs. Such a zombie-like being suddenly appeared, so they couldn’t help but be surprised.

He had bones exposed through the rotten skin that was roughly cracked, especially on his face. If it weren’t for the golden flames flickering inside the skull near the eye sockets, it would have been impossible to even recognize his gaze. This is because the eyeballs are the first part to rot. 

The zombie gentleman who shocked the cadets like that looked around with a sinister laugh, and then started making the cadets scream by flashing from east to west through the gaps in the fog.

“Hehehe! Well, who am I? Guess, you brats. Hey brat! Where are you looking? Look at me! Aaaah! Hahahaha, are you scared? How can you live as a player if you get scared by just this much!”

“Master, stop acting like a fool.”

And right then, I stepped forward. Cassice wouldn’t miss a chance to show off his influence to those around him. 

Moreover.

“How can you, a person of the principal’s position, devote yourself only to making the cadets cry.”

How could I miss the opportunity to reveal my connection with the principal of Areah Academy, who thoroughly avoids external exposure?

“Prin- principal? That skull head…?”

“And he called him master…?”

I felt it sincerely as I received everyone’s gaze. An attention seeker is happiest when they receive attention. Cassice would have been the same. I’m 100% sure. Because he and I are of the same kind. 

‘No? Am I a bit worse?’

Excluding the personality. 

Excluding the personality, I mean.