No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 37

“I never thought a person could make such a laughably desolate expression.”

“Really?”

“Yes, isn’t it usually miserable just to look at a person who has become desolate? But he entertained me endlessly. That’s a rare thing.”

Haha, I laughed in short bursts as if coughing up the remaining laughter caught in my throat, and faced his cold blue eyes again, but now that I’ve become more assured, even when he shows a frigid air, it wasn’t scary. My smile just deepened a bit more, becoming razor sharp.

“Why, don’t you like it when someone you’re acquainted with laughs at you behind your back?”

“Well.”

The kid’s response is really half-hearted. 

“Don’t hide your feelings like that and open up at least a bit. I’m saying I’m curious what kind of relationship you have with the medical professor.”

“……”

“Aren’t we lovers……”

As if climbing his body, I placed my fingertips on his chest and touched my forehead to his. He didn’t push me away, but only looked down at me as if to see how far I would go, not actively entangling with me. He probably isn’t refusing because the driver can hear, hmm.

Strangely, in your eyes, I was smiling so delightedly it was eerie. 

“We’re in love, aren’t we.”

“……”

“You should answer, Ryuseong.”

He turned his head and I stroked the back of his head then forcefully pulled it. Ryuseong didn’t make a sound but furrowed his brows hard.

It’s not like I have a hobby of making a spectacle. 

But it’s okay. As long as the driver doesn’t turn around, he won’t be able to see us. He can probably hear though.

“…..We are in love.”

“Right? We’re lovers. Haha…..”

“……”

“This is more thrilling than I thought.”

I liked all the sounds he made, enunciating with his lips pressed against mine. He tried his hardest not to part his lips, but in moments he had to answer he loved me, he parted them slightly. Still, I didn’t invade recklessly. 

I’m a gentleman, you see, despite how I may seem.

Instead, I fiddled with his earlobe with my fingers, digging into his eardrum as if to violate it. He shrugged his shoulders as if wanting to push me away, but that was essentially no different from stimulating me. I put my hand on his shoulder and rode him, rather kneading his thigh. 

“……!”

“How is it, do you like it?”

The rest was too stimulating for the driver to hear, so I lowered my voice next to his ear.

“Originally I was going to be held down by you. I decided to let you off easy. I’ll forgive you. If we do it like this, whether you pounce on me or not, I can hold you down. Killing two birds with one stone. Right?”

“…..It’s outside, here.”

“Did I ever say I didn’t know that?”

This is fun for me. Teasing Ryuseong is like pressing a joy vending machine button. He always gets angry with new and unexpected reactions.

Now Ryuseong growled with a sharp look in his eyes as if he was about to draw his sword.

“We can’t do it here.”

Ah, well, of course you would say that. With that outstanding chastity, does it even make sense to do that in the c*r?

Even though you were bold in front of the cadets. 

“Is kissing okay?”

“……”

“We can just do it like earlier. Hmm?”

At these mere words, the gentleman who was so bold earlier was gone somewhere as he tries to avoid my face. I grabbed his hair again firmly and pulled his head that was trying to turn in my direction. Now that it’s come to this, I intended to provoke him to the end.

“You know you’re really sexy when you kiss? Rough and wicked. When you corner me until I can’t breathe, my legs tremble so much from losing strength, and even if I clench my teeth to not make lewd sounds, you grab my chin and force it open to put it in deeper. Every time it feels so good I keep go-oing ah, ooh, mmnh…..”

Ahhhh. I’m making lewd sounds. As if to shut me up, he lifted me up like a doll and shoved me down on the car seat, mercilessly pressing down on me as he started kissing me.

You’re always so rough and sweet it makes my lower belly ache. Just my type.

But please don’t shove your tongue all the way to my throat. When you grind down from above and shove it in haphazardly, it becomes excessively deep. 

“Urkh, ugh.”

Ah…… It feels good to be suffocated. It’s a shame my mouth is so narrow it feels full even when you invade just a little. Narrower than when I was Jeong Ian, what the fuck, an oral structure that can’t even properly accommodate and suck on a tongue. Damn it. A novice who hasn’t even experienced my brilliant cherry stem tying technique……

“Heek!”

Just from the slanted side of the tongue scraping the roof of my mouth, goosebumps suddenly shot up my spine and my vision flickered. 

……Wait, hold on, Ryuseong you little. Move aside for a sec. I tried to push him away with my knees but it didn’t work well because my thighs were being pressed down. It’ll be bad if we do more……

‘Aack, when are we arriving!’

In the end, I kept getting kissed until I was on the verge of rolling back my eyes, and around then when I gave up on even resisting and was shedding tears while making strange sounds, I was finally released. That too because the car stopped, if this was a room and not a car……

‘Hmm, we might have gone all the way.’

But if it was a room, Ryuseong wouldn’t have even thought of kissing me.

This jerk, he’s wicked enough to only pretend to be in love in front of others because he doesn’t want to marry. But was there an engagement in the original work too?

‘Why does this bastard have so many suspicious points?’

“What are you doing not coming out?”

I was momentarily lost in thought, but upon seeing the extended hand while panting and shrugging my shoulders, I came to my senses. 

Well, what does it matter. Why would Ryuseong lie? What’s there to gain.

“You… made me into a mess…..”

“……”

“This is too much, I can’t go out like this…..”

“……”

“If we get photographed by reporters……”

Pretending to be miserable and weak, I raised just the corner of my lips seductively. Then Ryuseong showed me a splendid change of expressions as if trying to teach me 500 ways to distort a face, but in the end wrapped me up in his coat like a dumpling and carried me like a princess. 

Acting genius, success. 

There were quite a lot of reporters who followed the flying limousine, so their questions and shutter barrage were tremendous too. But because the shop I came to is a high-end premium shop, haha. The reporters couldn’t even pass the entrance and had to see us off.

‘Bye bye, dear reporters. The interview ends here.’

But don’t be too disappointed. If you stake out and wait there, I’ll give you even bigger bait. I thought that and smiled contentedly.

“Now, Mr. Ryuseong. It’s time to become Cinderella?”

“……”

Oh how cute. Our Ryuseong. He listens well.

***

Actually, Cinderella was the daughter of a viscount family or fallen nobility, anyway an aristocratic family, so meeting the prince wasn’t exactly a route for upward mobility. They were birds of a feather. Rather, friends like Aladdin were truly the icon of upward mobility, going from a commoner thief punk to marrying the princess and even becoming king. 

But the popularly known icon of upward mobility is Cinderella. And when it comes to Cinderella, it’s this.

‘Dress transformation!’

“Oh, this is the worst.”

“……”

“Yeah, this one’s not bad. The fit is good too.”

“……”

“Go change and come back. I don’t like it.”

“……”

“It’s not bad but feels like it’s lacking 2% something?”

“……”

“Next, next, next.”

“……”

“Without accessories, it doesn’t come together. Try it on again from the beginning.”

While watching the transformation scene, I acted my worst, and Ryuseong gritted his teeth in a rage.

“…..Just do it roughly?”

“My, how could I possibly do a rough job dressing up my lovely lover.”

“……”

That’s how it is, Ryuseong.

I hope you take the revenge for the earlier kiss well.

“Use not that one but the one from 5 before. Don’t you remember? It was emerald. A brooch wrapped in a arabesque pattern with silver. For the buttons, the one from 3 before. A low chroma brick red embroidered with gold thread.”

Wait, come to think of it, does that make me the fairy godmother? I can’t become the prince who marries Cinderella and stop at being the fairy godmother who changes her clothes! Damn it. It pisses me off a bit but I don’t intend to spend a lifetime with him anyway so let’s move on. Anyhow, I was mimicking that very scene that often appears in Harlequin novels, the dress-up scene.

‘I heard in reality, the person wearing it suffers a lot.’

Seems irrelevant since I’m not the one wearing it.

While I nonchalantly crossed my legs and flipped through the catalog, Ryuseong changed into dozens of outfits and had brooches and other accessories put on and switched out. 

Regardless, I’m satisfied that I get to see various versions of handsome Ryuseong. My heart is full. A feeling of fulfillment is inflating me.

“Could you look in the mirror and say ‘Oh, is this me……?’ I have that fantasy, you see.”

“Should I kill you and do it on top of your corpse?”

“How rough. If you’re going to kill me, do it on the bed. Through exhaustion.”

The designer told us we really have a great relationship, that they were happy to see our young master looking so happy. 

No matter how I think about it, the moral standards of this novel seem a bit off.

‘Why would they talk about corpses when we have a good relationship!’

No matter how I think about it, in this novel, I seem to be the only normal person with common sense and decency.