No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 113

Meanwhile, the memory Ryuseong was recalling was a bit different. He was thinking back to the moment they entered South Korea after the dungeon raid was over.

“Take care, my lord! I will also train hard to achieve results that can help you!”

Before reaching the academy, Cassice Demillang entrusted Kirill, who vowed to be his lifelong loyal subject, to a smuggler gang in Incheon and immediately went into a dark back alley with Ryuseong.

“Let’s run a little more. Until people can’t see us.”

Even if many eyes passed by them, it would become an indelible record caught in everyone’s information network…

“…Do we not need to disguise ourselves this time?”

“Disguises are meaningless now. They probably saw through us long ago. So take it off.”

“…Why?”

It was a two-fold question.

First, Ryuseong didn’t know why Cassice was convinced that their identities were seen through by the ‘Witch Grandma’ smuggler, including the ‘Demon Realm’ Incheon.

‘Demillang’s information network should definitely be different from mine, a mere student…’

…Can Cassice Demillang even access Demillang’s information network?

‘Then where did he get the information from?’

And the decisive second question.

“You’re telling me to take it off?”

“…I’m asking why, aren’t I…”

Ryuseong couldn’t understand why he was told to take it off if they weren’t going to disguise themselves. But unfortunately, there really was no one in the back alley they ran to like the wind.

Cassice Demillang casually lifted Ryuseong’s jacket, untied his shirt strings, and started taking off the inner robe.

Ryuseong, who was about to roughly push Cassice away while twitching his fingers, let out a short, rough groan a moment later and just quietly frowned, looking away.

It had been a long time since Ryuseong realized that Cassice Demillang was not the kind of trash he thought he was. He thinks there must be some reason for this action as well.

‘He probably noticed that I was uncomfortable when I sat in a chair to meet the Witch Grandma alone.’

…Ryuseong too would have no choice but to do this if he belatedly noticed the wounds Cassice Demillang had been secretly hiding.

If that’s the reason, he had no intention of interfering, but he didn’t think it was a good choice for Cassice Demillang to undress him on the street. That’s because this was public indecency. Even if there were no people, and even if it was just taking off the upper body…

‘What if someone comes?’

Above all, how was he supposed to endure that ticklish sensation and visual shock brushing against his chest?

‘There’s no torture like this.’

Ryuseong was thinking that and keeping his gaze far away when suddenly there was the sound of a blade and Cassice’s fingertips were cut. Cassice had used a dagger to cut his own fingertips. Ryuseong gritted his teeth and grabbed Cassice’s hand. But Cassice had already achieved his goal.

[With the tongue tied, fortune shall follow.]

Thud! As soon as the magic circle flashed, Ryuseong’s body, who tried to stop him, was slammed against the wall of the back alley.

It was quite a strong impact, making his organs throb. It was completely unclear whether he was trying to heal the wounds or threaten the patient (so it felt like the price for not telling him earlier), but now Ryuseong, who couldn’t make a sound for fear of someone seeing this sight, was at a disadvantage.

‘Damn bastard, even though he knows I’m enduring it for him!’

Even when Ryuseong gritted his teeth for the sake of Cassice Demillang’s reputation, Cassice’s expression didn’t change.

Cassice Demillang, who seemed to smile like a doll in the dungeon, was now serious.

…Perhaps it was because Ryuseong’s abs, which were soon revealed, were wrapped in bloody bandages?

Cassice, who became more cautious, carefully unwrapped the bandages so that the flesh wouldn’t come off stuck to them. Now what was visible was a mess of scars, with flesh simply pinched together with things like a stapler.

“…”

“…”

Cassice Demillang’s expression didn’t change. The logic behind his actions was also roughly apparent. Ryuseong knew well how much potion consumption increases on the battlefield, and he was one of the few who could endure while stopping his own bleeding with his mana. That’s probably why he came to this place without receiving treatment on the battlefield.

‘Stupid.’

Cassice Demillang opened his dimensional storage and rubbed the most expensive golden potion he had on Ryuseong’s abs.

Ryuseong felt his lower abdomen getting tight at the touch that caressed him from a distance where breaths could reach, while lowering his head and exposing his round head defenseless.

…He wanted to believe it wasn’t sexual arousal. As the wounds inflicted by that monster, those black eyes, white skin, black hair, the Named called ‘Jeong Ian’ who was laughing covered in blood, healed, as the organs attached and returned to their places, as the flesh grew back… As the nerves connected and blood filled, he felt a tingling sensation…

He wanted to believe that.

But unlike Ryuseong, whose mind was tainted, Cassice Demillang’s purpose was truly purely to heal the wounds, as he immediately released the binding magic that held Ryuseong as soon as the treatment with the S-grade potion was finished.

Ryuseong, whose arms were raised as both his thick wrists were tied together at once, rubbed his throbbing wrists a few times and oddly bent his posture, and when Cassice Demillang approached him again and almost hugged him while lifting his clothes, he seemed a little surprised and frowned, trying to step back. Cassice Demillang, who put strength in his arms and tightly hugged the hot and firm body in response to that reaction, also lightly frowned at the part below his eyes with a mole.

“I know you don’t like it, but accept it when you have to.”

“What?”

“Weren’t you the one who asked me why I’m so clumsy at being served even though I’m your young master?”

Even when Cassice Demillang was almost hugging him in his arms, Ryuseong’s thoughts about his lower body instantly disappeared. Instead, Ryuseong was dumbfounded.

What did Cassice Demillang… just say now?

“…You’re going to serve me?”

Ryuseong forcibly bit his tongue that was about to ask if Demillang, you’re in your right mind now, and answered a beat later.

Cassice Demillang frowned at his eyes as if these trivial conflicts were tiring, but…

“I’m considerately doing this as a clueless party member who just found out about your ripped stomach, do you not like it?”

Ryuseong’s answer was set.

“Yeah. I don’t like it.”

Of course, from the moment he saw Cassice Demillang’s childhood, he knew that he wasn’t a proper Demillang. But regardless of that, Ryuseong didn’t want to demand service from him. First of all, Ryuseong was healthy and could dress himself. Moreover, he was very precious to him.

But there was one more reason why he didn’t want to be served. In fact, that might be the real problem.

“Now that we’re returning to the academy, you need to be neat.”

“You’re the one who…”

“I’m already neat.”

Looking down, Cassice Demillang was neat except for the part leaning on him. Ryuseong rubbed his reddened wrists and shook his head, somehow having an erotic imagination.

“I can’t win with words.”

“It will be like that until the end of your life.”

That was a bit of a strange thing to say. Usually, one would say it will be like that for a lifetime.

Until the end of your life, he said.

“…”

However, Ryuseong didn’t inquire further, and Cassice Demillang dug into Ryuseong’s hot body with his cool hands…

“Want to stop by the villa for a bit? The clothes I bought for you, they’re plentiful there. It’d be nice to wear new clothes.”

“What’s the point when we have to wear uniforms anyway…”

The next moment, Ryuseong couldn’t hold back a groan and covered his mouth with his hand. Cassice Demillang knew exactly what his lowered hand had touched. When Ryuseong made a suppressed sound and twisted Cassice’s wrist, Cassice Demillang dug into Ryuseong’s ear like a playful boy, freshly, or like a deep floral scent spreading at once, seductively.

And he laughed.

“I’m spoon-feeding you in case you don’t know.”

“…”

“Do you know how to eat it?”

Ryuseong shuddered, proving that he didn’t know how to eat it, and Cassice Demillang laughed regretfully.

“You don’t know, as expected. Are fools different? Ahaha.”

But in fact, there was something Cassice Demillang didn’t know either. Just as the demon realm people were able to figure out their identities with a single strand of hair that Cassice deliberately pulled out and dropped, I’m sorry to the clueless Cassice Demillang, but.

In the dungeon, during that brief moment when he parted with Cassice Demillang.

“You…”

Ryuseong faced the boss monster, ‘Jeong Ian’.

“…Who are you?”

And he heard ‘his’ voice.

[Do you want to know?]

A snake-like red tongue was tempting him.

With a trap that may be true or false.

[If you want to know, your own stomach…]

Eventually, Ryuseong touched his well-healed abs and stared at Cassice Demillang, who was smiling and tormenting Lee-hyang at the academy.

‘What in the world happened for someone like you to become a mass murderer?’

Ryuseong has to find that out first in order to protect Cassice Demillang.

Even if Cassice Demillang doesn’t want it.

No, maybe…

‘Even if Jeong Ian doesn’t want it.’