No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 23

I quickly tried to hypnotize myself into believing this was all a dream, but the world was cruel. 

The lewd sounds that had echoed earlier repeated in front of my eyes in white flashes.

“Heuk, ugh.”

But the world was indeed cruel.

Due to the voice that melted stickily like candy left at room temperature in the summer, I couldn’t imagine what expression I had. Not wanting to make any more sounds, I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lips, but as the lips that had been kissing my throat came down and sucked on my collarbone as if biting into it, lewd sounds came out again… Wow, I never thought such sounds would come out of my mouth. So it felt terribly unreal.

Usually such sounds came from under me, I had never made them myself…

“Ah, stop.”

A plea unknowingly came out, but the most damnable thing was that I myself didn’t know if this plea meant to stop or to stop teasing and do more.

But I couldn’t just keep taking this.

To seize back the stolen dominance, I grabbed his hair and pulled his face that had been licking my neck up. 

I tilted my chin, met his eyes, and licked his lips glistening wetly from the potion with my tongue. I nibbled with my canines as if biting and sucked on his upper lip.  

Randomly playing with his lips, I tried to push my tongue into his hot, sticky mouth.

“…!”

This time too I was rather invaded. Damn it, because damn Cassice’s mouth is small too, every time this protagonist bastard kisses me, he can shove his tongue in all the way near my uvula at once.

Momentarily finding it hard to breathe, I panted and struggled to push him away, but my thigh was grabbed by a thick hand.

Ah, annoyingly, is this swordsman bastard challenging a mage physically? I can use magic too, I’ll just – Be grateful I’m holding back and not using it.

With that thought, I nibbled on Ryuseong’s tongue as if biting it. If you don’t listen, I’ll really bite it off.

“It’s not like a cat biting…”

“…What did you sa-“

Ryuseong pulled back a bit as if giving me a moment to breathe, looking down at me with strange eyes while muttering shortly, and in that instant as I was about to ask back in dismay, his tongue invaded again. 

Short moans cut off like breaths and squelching sounds rang out.

Rubbing the soft tongue, tickling the roof of the mouth, poking under the tongue, a rough, persistent, obsessive kiss as if wanting to devour everything down to the throat.

Damnably moist, breathless sounds softly crumbled and something flowed out like a moan wanting more.

‘It’s hot.’

That’s when tears welled up in the corners of my eyes and fell.

“…..” 

“…..”

Over Ryuseong’s shoulder, I made eye contact with someone wearing a white gown. Oh fuck. Judging from the looks, it seemed to be the school nurse. They were so shocked by the scene we were showing that their jaw dropped open and they couldn’t say anything. 

I felt exactly the same way.

As I was mouth agape, blankly sharing the shock with the nurse, Ryuseong grabbed my chin and pushed his tongue in deeper. The invasion was so deep with my mouth open that groaning moans came out.

No, fuck, this isn’t the time for that, ah.

I pounded on his back to tell him to look behind, but he pressed down on my thighs with his knees and forcefully held down my arms with his hands. 

And dug in again.

It’s deep, I said it’s deep. Are you trying to torment me? If not, putting your tongue in this deep – no.

‘It feels good, but I can’t breathe…’

Of course we’re not lovers and there’s no need to be considerate of each other. But fuck, shouldn’t you pick the time and place? Shouldn’t we be considerate of the nurse? If students are passionately making out on a bed in the infirmary, how the fuck do you think the nurse would feel? Huh? How pissed will they be cleaning up the potion bottles we smashed on the floor?

This isn’t manners, man!

So to prove it’s not a cat bite but a human bite, I bit Ryuseong’s tongue.

Crunch.

“Mr. Ryuseong, stop…”

“…..”

And Ryuseong looked down at me with that characteristic deep gaze, then lowered his lips to my neck – no fuck. You can just open a new potion. Why, why are you trying to lick up what you poured on me yourself, no damn it.

“…Can you please turn around? Just once. Please, I’m begging you.”

I hope you understand my despair that I couldn’t bring myself to say “Bastard, turn around. A cop’s here.” Fortunately, Ryuseong turned his head and made eye contact with the nurse like that.

“….”

“….”

“…I’m sorry.”

This bastard had the decency to apologize. Oh fuck. The nurse was making a really strange expression, alternating between looking at me and Ryuseong, but Ryuseong moved his body to the side to block me from the nurse’s line of sight. Do you really have common sense or not.

Should I be grateful for this? Or not?

‘No matter how I think about it, arbitrarily handling me to make me look lewdly disheveled and then pulling this move to hide me from others is honestly not something to be thankful for.’

Having reached that conclusion, I tried to first lift my body while saying words of apology.

“I’m sorry for this. It won’t happen again…”

If only Ryuseong hadn’t held me back, it would have succeeded.

I thought this bastard was thinking ‘Could it be he’s trying to do it in front of others, that’s quite a unique kink, but then wouldn’t the academy’s permanent record be fucked?’ but amusingly, Ryuseong seemed to reach a completely different judgment from me.

First, he took off his own jacket. And to me who had been thinking ‘really? trying to strip in this situation?’ until now, he covered me with the jacket.

‘Ah! I’m the only trash one!’

If Ryuseong heard, he’d probably say it’s a shame I only realized that now. 

Anyway, I thought he was telling me to cover my wet shirt with the jacket he gave me instead of my bloodstained jacket and go to class, but he grabbed my waist and put his arm under my legs again.

And lifted me up like that.

What. Is he trying to carry me and move me?

“Sorry for that. Please keep it a secret.”

“…..”

Anyhow, while Ryuseong was carrying me out, the nurse couldn’t say anything until the end. They seemed to be damn shocked. Well, I would be too. If students were messing around on a bed in the infirmary? It’s just fucking awful.

But what’s more, the next head of the Demillang household and the next leader of Hanra were rubbing lips?

This is front page news material.

“Will it be okay even if we don’t properly shut their mouth?” 

“They’re someone trustworthy.”

“Aha.”

Fortunately, it seems to be someone Ryuseong knows. I decided to feel somewhat reassured.

Even if I didn’t feel reassured, it was a situation with no answer anyway. Half enlightened, I waited for Ryuseong to take me to the training grounds where class was in session.

But Ryuseong was going up towards the dormitory, not the training ground.

Thinking he meant for me to change clothes, I quietly stayed put until we arrived. I myself was drenched in blood and sweat like a wet rat.

But when I went into the bathroom and came out wearing a gown, Ryuseong, who had been waiting with his arms crossed and back turned until I tried to put on a spare uniform, suddenly snatched my wrist. And he lifted me up and put me on the bed.

Thinking he was trying to kiss again, I got down and grabbed the uniform again.

Then Ryuseong put me on the bed again.

I stared at him intently, wondering if he would try to kiss me like this, but he just stood there quietly with his arms crossed.

…?

“What are you trying to do?”

“What are YOU trying to do?”

We shared question marks for a while. Because it was a completely incomprehensible situation. Then suddenly, Ryuseong roughly messed up his hair and coldly spat out his words.

“I had a feeling. You’re going to attend class after losing that much blood? Don’t make me laugh. You need to stay here.”

Ah, I see. Why he’s doing this.

‘It’s a ploy to ruin my grades?’

You think I’ll obediently go along with it?

― Having made that resolution that night.

Under Ryuseong’s persistent surveillance, who wouldn’t lay a hand on my body and only glared at me, I tried to secretly practice blood magic when he fell asleep.

“I knew this would happen.”

I was immediately hit on the back of the neck and passed out.

…He was a real son of a bitch.

***

Ryuseong laid the unconscious Cassice Demillang face down on the bed from his arms. 

For a crazy bastard who lost so much blood yet tried to slice his own wrist again to squeeze out blood and study, knocking him out was the answer.

Intending to turn around right away, when he turned his head about halfway.

“…..”

He let out a thin sound without realizing it.

The gown damn Cassice Demillang had loosely put on had fallen open, revealing an elegant line. The thin back with wing bones standing out white made his vision swim along with the red and blotchy neck, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged as strength entered his hand. 

Ryuseong approached him, gritting his teeth.

He had no intention of doing anything outrageous. No matter how much desire welled up, Ryuseong was not someone who could do something outrageous to an unconscious person.

To be precise, he wasn’t raised that way. The leader had saved him from an environment where he could have grown up that way. Therefore, Ryuseong’s approach was close to goodwill.

If he left him like that, he was afraid his skinny frame would catch a cold and harm his health.

And since he had lost blood, he was worried he might injure his body by chance. 

However, the phrase “close to goodwill” means it can’t be completely goodwill.

“…..”

Ryuseong, who had approached Cassice Demillang, tried to pull the open gown to cover him, but stopped for a moment. Clutching the thin, white gown with his hand and wrinkling it, unable to bring himself to open it further or cover it.

That’s because Cassice Demillang had a nasty habit.