NOVEL NEXT Episode 32
Episode 32
Wow, I want to split my chest in half and show you the contents inside. If I could reveal my true feelings even by doing that, it would be great, but Ryuseong would probably just cremate my corpse. Fucking shit!
It would be better to date than not, but still, I shouldn’t have possessed Cassice Demillang’s body. Of course, there was nothing I could choose about the possession, but if it had been an extra’s body, I could have savored a night and still had plenty left over. To have my ideal type in front of my eyes and just waste away in lovesickness, where else can you find such a pitiful situation?
Now that it’s come to this, I even thought of giving up everything. Should I let go and throw away everything, fuck it. But to let Ryuseong go like this, he was too much my type…
‘D-Don’t give up. You can do it, fucker. You’re fucking, really fucking capable. Fuck. You can win over that stone-faced bastard! Now, let’s fucking go, Cassice!’
“One, we can’t pretend to be lovers without skinship, can we?”
“Don’t worry. I won’t avoid it when people are around.”
Oh?
“…Aha, is that so?”
“Yeah. In front of others, I’ll act as if I love you, so don’t worry.”
So I decided to show the students a headbutt of Ryuseong’s and my lips to commemorate the establishment of our public dating contract.
Why, what. You said you won’t avoid it first. Right?
***
“Urgh.”
Ryuseong didn’t lie. He really didn’t avoid it.
But now the problem is that he really didn’t avoid it.
“Ah, wait.”
The rest of the words were muffled between tongue and tongue. It felt like I was being devoured. My tongue loosened meltingly and groans leaked out, but my defenseless open jaw was grabbed and invaded even deeper. I didn’t even have time to care about the saliva flowing down my chin. Because I had to endure my hand trembling as if sobbing while hugging Ryuseong’s neck! It hurts my pride that only I’m fucking feeling it while others are watching. Are you saying I’m the only one being subjected to this despite saying that? I know too. Damn it.
To make an excuse, I wasn’t helplessly subjected to this from the beginning. Because I provoked him first.
‘Was that the problem? Is that why this bastard went crazy? Because he’s pissed?’
A little while ago, I, who wrote a contract with this guy using magic, kissed the back of Ryuseong’s hand at a spot where the students could see us.
“Kyaaaaah…!”
Ignoring the screams erupting from the students watching us, I left kisses as if sucking, aiming for the left ring finger as a thick vein bulged on the back of his hand as if protruding.
Are you pissed? But him getting pissed was a joy to me. I gently caressed his forearm with my fingertips and kept sucking. I traced the root of his ring finger as if licking, rubbing it to make wet sounds, and teased it with my tongue, and the finale was a bite mark.
With a chomp.
“It’s still too early for a gift.”
“…”
“I’ll use this instead of a ring.”
I bit his left ring finger and left a round bite mark around the joint root.
In the garden where everyone could see. Blatantly!
Ryuseong seemed thoroughly angry. Well, even if he said he’d act as if he loves me in front of others, he didn’t say he’d blatantly put this kind of lewd act into practice, so it’s understandable if he’s upset. But you know what?
Perhaps to hide his discomfort, Ryuseong closed his mouth loosely without saying a word. But I alone knew that the sparkling light in his eyes was seething as if suppressing something. I felt a strange sense of pride thinking that.Moreover, my grand plan didn’t end here.
From now on, during all the times Ryuseong can’t avoid, I will give him amazing skinship.
Let’s see how long you can endure.
‘I’ll make your body unable to be satisfied with just the level of skinship allowed in front of others!’
―This is to say that this was the extent of my grand ambition. And ambitions usually shatter well.
“Eung, stop…”
The one pleading was on my side this time too. Only then did our lips part with a smack.
Unable to breathe properly and suddenly inhaling cold air, my legs trembled. Slowly blinking my hazily unfocused eyes and catching my breath, a hot sensation stuck to my earlobe as if he only stopped the kiss.
The tender flesh was lightly bitten. A chilling sensation brushed down my spine and my strength drained. I almost collapsed like that, but my waist was grabbed. If you’re going to hold me, hug me properly or something, but because he ambiguously stopped at just reducing the weight, I had to cling to Ryuseong’s neck with all my might while making sobbing moans.
Ah, I need to manage my expression. I think I’m feeling it too much. It’s dangerous. I need to get away a bit…
“Didn’t we need to look like we’re in love in front of others?”
…I don’t know how he knew my intention to push him away, but he whispered quietly in my ear. Fucking shit fuck.
“…I think we’ve shared enough love for today.”
I didn’t know I would say such a thing. Where did the prophet go who made grand and great plans to devour Ryuseong in front of others and make him unable to hold back anymore, and only an old man suffering from an atrocious lover remains? Damn it. I’m not old. I’m still energetic despite how I look. I’m atrocious too. I, I can do well too…!
“Woefully lacking.”
“What is that, mmph.”
Did that bastard hear me boasting in my mind? Like that, I was once again devoured by a kiss, and in the end, the strength in my arms hugging Ryuseong completely drained, and after being driven to the point where I could do nothing but lean on him, I was carried in his arms and thrown into the dormitory.
He really seemed to hate sharing me with others. Seeing how he kissed me like crazy the moment he marked me as his with spit.
After that, if we had gone all the way, I think I would have been satisfied, damn it. This bastard just stared down at me gasping for breath on the bed without doing anything more and went to wash up. That was it. It was as if he was declaring that skinship was over because we did it where others could see. He even locked the bathroom door, worrying that I might barge in.
‘Wow, he’s really a fucking annoying guy.’
Really, does he really want to have me? Only after I completely become his will he do the deed, not in a contract relationship?
Even for me, who had laid countless men, it was a type I encountered for the first time. I felt like he could be called the world’s greatest iron wall.
‘I think I need to revise the plan…’
If I try to provoke with skinship as I originally planned, I’ll die from exhaustion before he comes over. While listening to the sound of him washing, I comforted myself and fell asleep without any energy to check my phone ringing like crazy. But you know what’s most annoying? The next day, when I woke up late and made sure Ryuseong was gone, washed squeaky clean, and looked in the mirror, my skin had gotten better.
Why is this annoying, you ask? Don’t you know that saying?
‘When you receive love, your skin gets better.’
It’s an adult’s joke, but what does it mean when you receive love, your skin gets better… Fuck! I don’t want to explain because it’s shitty.
I, me, am the one receiving love?
‘…Really?’
***
Cassice, who was driven to the point of blacking out, didn’t know, but in fact, among those who witnessed their kiss were Hae Yuna and Lee Hyang.
What kind of reaction did they show at that time…
Even though a lot of things happen while living, this is something I never want to experience again. This was Lee Hyang’s state of mind.
‘Friend. You got a boyfriend. Congratulations.’
But isn’t it not supposed to be if he’s a Demillang? Am I the only one who thinks that?!
“What? What what what what? What did I just see?”
Fortunately, as if not intending to leave Lee Hyang alone in the vast ocean, Hae Yuna also had a face that looked like she was about to faint like herself. Usually, the most appropriate reaction to seeing a friend’s deep kiss outdoors would be “Eek, lol, let’s petrify this black history”, but because the other party was who they were, it created an atmosphere where they couldn’t dare to tease.
“This isn’t a foreign country! It’s a proper Confucian nation!”
“Is that the problem now?!”
Lee Hyang, who became dumbfounded, shouted loudly, but Hae Yuna’s reaction was different again. She was sincere in her own way.
“Then what do you want me to do! Do you think that Demillang will listen if I rush in right now, separate them, and tell them to break up, giving them this money?!”
“Ah, well, no.”
“Because there’s nothing we can do! Don’t we have to find a solution to somehow dissuade them?!”
“That’s true.”
Lee Hyang, who was instantly convinced, nodded her head and then suddenly came to her senses.
“But the solution you came up with is a Confucianism joke? Are you serious?”
“Ah, you try to come up with something too!”
Hae Yuna, who swept her gaze over the students chattering noisily about the kiss that just happened, grabbed her own hair and screamed loudly, aaaaargh.
“I think an article will come out by today!”
Hae Yuna’s prediction was correct.
Even though outsiders were definitely prohibited from entering, so there should have been no excuse for reporters to come in. At some point, articles with blurry, out-of-focus photos attached, likely secretly taken and provided by students, proliferated and conquered the world.
In just one night.
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