No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 31

Ryuseong was convinced that he was the only one who truly recognized what kind of person Cassice Demillang was. 

Although he encountered plenty of sides he had not seen since the regression, at least he knew the Cassice Demillang from before the regression.

He was someone who destroyed the world simply because he could.

He didn’t hesitate for a moment when he caught a single gap.

‘So I must not forget.’

In front of him, if I slip up even a little, he will bite my neck. My carotid artery will be torn and I will bleed out my life.

Trampling others in order not to be trampled is the principle of the front lines. Because you were the only one who could push Ryuseong onto the battlefield with just anger, only you. 

In this world, there could never again exist someone who needed to be guarded against as much as Cassice Demillang. 

That’s how much no one else captured Ryuseong’s gaze.

“Unless you’re trying to have a duel to the death with me, I’d like you to stop treating me like a horny dog.”

“Isn’t it because there’s no way you would commit such nonsense if you weren’t in heat? Did your whims turn and you suddenly wanted to pull a marriage scam? Did you suddenly go crazy and want to betray the Korean Peninsula?”

“Even if I die correcting it, no.”

Cassice, who seemed to be about to ask what the hell it was for, opened his mouth and then closed it. To Ryuseong, it seemed like he swallowed some words unlike himself.

Ryuseong quietly looked down at such Cassice Demillang. It was natural for Cassice of the Demillangs to try to figure out Ryuseong of the Hanra faction. 

They were political enemies.

Even his pre-regression self would have sharply reacted if Cassice Demillang acted suspiciously, so Ryuseong didn’t ask unnecessary questions. He simply carried out his established plan.

“Wasn’t it your side that wanted a romantic relationship? I just fulfilled your wish, so what’s the problem?”

“…..”

Ah, Cassice’s face subtly distorted. When he frowns, Ryuseong is engulfed in the feeling that it’s unfamiliar for flowers not to wither and the moon not to fall. Once upon a time, it was said that the classical Chinese beauties were like that. Whenever they stuck their faces out the window, flowers withered and the moon fell, didn’t all things praise them?

You too are living such a life. Moreover, you even have power, so if you wish, you can kill people’s lives like withering flowers.

Everyone fears you while looking up to you, worshipping while despising you.

The shell of the monster is so sturdy.

‘Is it sturdy because it’s a monster?’

Trying to forcibly maintain a poker face, your lips that burst into a sneer twisted and opened, and memories that shouldn’t be recalled right now inevitably crept up.

The moments when I desperately struggled to block them poured down like a meteor shower over sharply peaked senses. It made my vision flicker, sparking like fireworks.

To speak of his thoughts, it was like this.

‘What you feel like.’

If your lips are rubbed and sucked, what shape they crumple into.

Ryuseong doesn’t have to imagine. Because he already knows.

“…It’s not even funny.”

Such memories cannot be completely erased.

The mole under your lips, and your mouth that’s so narrow that if invaded with a tongue, it immediately pokes the uvula. 

Unlike your long and elegant hands like a pianist’s, I was curious what it would be like to push in my fingers with thick joints, but I couldn’t do it.

Instead, I endlessly fumbled the mole. I think you’re lewd in every way, but that mole especially has a way of stimulating people. Moreover, Ryuseong even knew the moment Cassice Demillang became lewd.

Rough breaths and unfocused eyes.

Finally reaching the end of the memory, there you were, being crushed inside the ancient magic field. You, who became Ryuseong’s trauma, were sublime and transcendent, even in that moment of being trampled and shattered.

No, as if finally liberated in that moment.

What kind of expression did I have at that time?

The more I think about it, the more I feel like defiling Cassice Demillang. It’s not just a feeling. It’s a desire. I want to defile you. I want to rip off the button seams locked up to your neck. I want to grab your neck, press down, oppress you with nowhere to go, and engrave teeth marks on your white collarbone. I want to make you sob, drive you until your cheeks flush red and tear streaks form.

And…

“Please, why don’t you install some common sense and say something that makes sense? Judging by your act of blabbering nonsense, it may be difficult at your level.”

“Why doesn’t it make sense?”

“What do you gain from rumors spreading that you’re dating me? If rumors spread that the Hanra faction’s successor is truly in a risqué relationship with a Demillang, you’ll be the only one attacked anyway, so why would you endure that and engage in the nonsense of dating without any benefits? Do I look like an idiot who would readily eat it up if you treat me like some clueless rookie?”

The you in front of my eyes is so perfect, not revealing even a bit of a gap.

He wants to break such a you, violating you in his mind. Perhaps the reason he wants to have Cassice Demillang is to shatter you with his own hands. If not, he cannot interpret this rising thirst.

However, he told himself.

‘That mustn’t be done.’

He focused on what needed to be done.

‘My purpose is to watch over you so the world doesn’t crumble.’

He made a vow.

He is the guardian of the world. To protect the world, personal feelings must not interfere with how he looks at Cassice Demillang. So even if you approach, he must avoid you. Even if you dare to tempt him, he must shake you off.

But it’s difficult to watch over you if not by your side. Ryuseong must stay by your side while avoiding you. This contradiction torments Ryuseong.

So this is the only path left for Ryuseong.

“Don’t act as if that’s your only goal. When you caused the scandal, you must have had something you wanted to gain by displaying me like a trophy.”

“…..”

“I’m saying I’ll give you that. Don’t hesitate and take it.”

Cassice Demillang is a scheming person. He is fiercely rational and gives meaning to all his choices. There must be a reason he hasn’t figured out yet for you to have chosen him. Ryuseong wasn’t naive enough to think it would be limited only to nighttime activities.

“…I asked for the reason you want to give me such ‘benefits’?”

Right at this point.

Ryuseong decided to deceive Cassice Demillang.

“I received a marriage proposal.”

“…Pardon?”

“It’s a marriage proposal that’s difficult to refuse. My father is involved, you see.”

Cassice Demillang tried to take a step back with a confused expression, but Ryuseong didn’t give him time to rest his thoughts.

I’m sorry to my father, but…

“Do you understand? I want to avoid the marriage proposal. To do that, I need grounds to persuade my father.”

“No…”

“My suggestion is to pretend to date and break up when the benefits of both sides align.”

Because dating is the optimal condition for close surveillance without arousing suspicion.

Ryuseong intended to use this opportunity to gain a legitimate excuse to stay by Cassice’s side. The reason he also signed up for all the classes Cassice took before the regression was the same. Even if he’s seen as a lunatic who fell deeply in love and follows along with magic classes despite not being able to use mana, he wants to endure that and gain an excuse to monitor Cassice.

“…So you’re saying you want to do a contract relationship?”

“You could say that.”

“…Ha, wait a minute…”

But Cassice’s reaction was more intense than expected.

“Are you saying the Hanra faction’s successor will get involved with a Demillang just to avoid a marriage proposal?!”

Cassice, who was holding his forehead and staggering, shook his head and suddenly shouted.

“Why are you worried about that? You started it.”

“…This is crazy.”

Even vulgar language came out. It’s a rare sight from Cassice Demillang, but he certainly didn’t seem to have predicted that he would come out this way.

However, it wasn’t that Cassice’s prediction was lacking.

Ryuseong, who experienced the apocalypse, had changed from before. Because of none other than Cassice Demillang.

“So you have to take responsibility.”

Ryuseong tried to smile kindly. He didn’t know if it was achieved, but.

“So, do you dislike it?”

When he deliberately spoke as if he could withdraw the offer at any time.

“No, I like it.”

He accepted. Frowning, as if trying to gauge what the hell the hidden motive was.

“Let’s try this contract dating or whatever.”

Even though it’s mutual that we want to know each other’s true intentions.

‘But seeing you not hesitate, it seems the benefits you want to gain from me are quite substantial.’

Whatever that may be, he will not let you crumble the world again. Anything was fine for that purpose.

*** 

I have no fucking clue what that bastard is saying, but I’m fucking resentful right now.

‘Hey! You’re misunderstanding!’

What I want from you isn’t dating!

‘It’s sex!’