No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 24

Whether it’s a habit or intentional is unknown, but it’s clear that he lives in a robe without putting on pajamas after taking a bath. 

He grew up as a noble and didn’t learn how to live with others, so that’s how he looks and behaves. He wore just that thin robe with a carefree attitude.

At first, even though his neck was sore, Cassice acted nonchalantly without any discomfort, so Ryuseong was afraid to enter the room, wondering if he should really kill him or break his neck. 

But after a few days, his thoughts changed slightly. When he opened the door in the early morning, the one in just a robe would smile brightly and ask if he had come. Just seeing that sight made him want to immediately shut the door.

‘Does he have no conscience?’

Knowing he has a roommate practicing traditional medicine, why is he doing that?

At first, Ryuseong thought Cassice was trying to seduce him. But Cassice seemed genuinely puzzled about why he wouldn’t enter the room. He asked in earnest if Ryuseong wouldn’t come in again tonight and wondered how many more nights he would avoid coming.

He didn’t seem self-aware at all. 

He was so oblivious that he made Ryuseong’s room indecent without any intention.

But think about it. This extravagant person who dresses in a loose poet shirt instead of the designated school uniform shirt, and wears lace jabots, cravats, and even brooches – like a priest at a monastery fully buttoning up and wearing gloves at all times – shows his bare pale skin wearing only a robe with no decorations when only I can see him.

Who could restrain themselves? Who wouldn’t be swayed by desire?

‘I’m not making excuses.’

It’s just……

‘You must have been like this before the regression too.’

Before the regression, Cassice had shared a room with Diedrich Vinckel.

Just the thought of that made Ryuseong feel sick.

Seeing how nonchalantly Cassice acted, as if having a sore neck and just covering his scars was enough for daily life, Ryuseong could imagine how he was able to hide his debauched tendencies before the regression.

So did Diedrich Vinckel see that side too?

‘What face did you make when you cried?’

Did he see it all?

Cassice Demillang was the type to maintain a poker face even when cut from shoulder to nape by the Amon sword. He would even smile as blood gushed down his arm, dripping from his fingertips onto the floor. It didn’t seem to concern him how much blood poured from his body.

He had a talent for making people watching him feel chilled, like he was a unique endangered species unaware of self-preservation. 

On this day, Ryuseong fought Cassice in earnest, as he realized Cassice was not someone he could hold back against. As a result, the injury was too severe. 

Based on experience from before the regression, the school nurse who had heard the outrageous news that the principal made students duel would likely join, but there was no time to wait as Cassice’ condition was so urgent. And yet, Cassice just smiled confidently with a nonchalant look.

He was someone who could drive others mad.

He didn’t seem to care about rumors spreading. Ryuseong just thought he had to give him a potion.  

He threw the potion at Cassice to prevent him from saying nonsense, and as he tried to flee,

“I’m hurt right now, so be nice to me……”

It was a soft voice. Someone Ryuseong never thought would speak weakly was letting out a frail breath.

The one who never uttered a pained sound even when bleeding enough to soak his clothes.

As soon as Ryuseong approached, he instantly changed his expression and climbed onto Ryuseong, pinning him down. Even then, Ryuseong was paralyzed and couldn’t move.

“That’s more like the face I wanted to see.”

Ryuseong felt thirsty.  

He wanted to devour the man before his eyes. He wanted to crush his bones and pulverize him instantly. He wanted to shackle him so he couldn’t escape anywhere.

If he did that, the world wouldn’t end, and he could do as he pleased…..

But he tried not to.

He muzzled the violence urging him to pounce on Cassice. His compromise was this: 

“If you want me, you have to give yourself to me too.”

But Cassice refused even that and just smiled cheerfully… Ah, the scent of cologne from the bathroom wafted from his silver hair.

Two moles under his eyes, one by his lips. 

It was around the time the urge to devour him entirely arose that Ryuseong pinned him down. He recalled all the things Cassice had ruined, everything he had broken. And he realized none of it could shatter this desire for him.

This desire wasn’t called love. Ryuseong was someone unable to love Cassice.  

Even if Cassice changed, it couldn’t be helped.

What had he ruined? How much had he broken? 

So if he defined his feelings for Cassice, it was merely lust. Just vulgar lust, wanting to possess Cassice’ body entirely.

‘Damn, you reduce me to this baseness.’

Look, you’re the one kissing me first like this.

He came to me like someone experienced, grabbed my hair and kissed me. As his scorching breath invaded me, a low rumbling sound seemed to burst from my throat. No matter how roughly I tried to swallow and overcome it, I was helplessly overpowered. Jabbing his tongue in recklessly, making lewd slurping sounds, he was utterly dominating.

But at some point, he suddenly started making indecent gasping sounds.  

That’s when I realized. He was getting carried away on his own. He even tried to break free by beating my chest when he felt he had gone too far.

‘Thought I’d go easy on you?’

I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the floor. I jabbed my tongue into his mouth, mimicking how he had invaded mine with that slightly cool sensation. I imitated him.

Then,

“Ugh…..”

A moan slipped out. I forcibly drew out what he had tried to suppress between his teeth. At that moment, I felt euphoric. Only then did Ryuseong know what he had to do. He had to satisfy you now. No, he had to destroy you.   

Ryuseong had to break through the sturdy walls Cassice had built around himself, invade inside, and fully take in the side of him he had hidden.  

That was the victor’s privilege.

‘But is this complete victory?’  

No, it’s not.

This whole destruction was only possible because Cassice willingly gave himself over. Cassice offered no real resistance even as he moaned lewdly.  

Eyes glistening with tears, drooling down to his chin, he lay helplessly with mouth agape as it was violated. He squirmed a few times as if to evade it, but then went limp, arching his back and twitching his outstretched hand to clutch my sleeve, panting…

That was it. That was the extent of his resistance.

When I gave him a moment to breathe, his tender expression appraised the lewd, bestial kiss just beforehand as if nothing had happened, calmly stroking his nape and letting out a moist moan.

Ridiculously lewd body, yet…

“Ah, stop.”

I kept biting, sucking and licking his nape until those words finally came from his lips to stop. I left lovebites in the hollow of his collarbone soaked with the potion. Unable to suppress his moans any longer, Cassice feebly grabbed my hair. I accepted his attempt to raise my head, and as I did, he tilted his chin, heavy-lidded eyes fluttering, and licked my lips with his tongue.

‘…Where did he pick up those slutty moves?’

Suddenly feeling disgusted, I forced my way into his mouth. When he seemed to struggle for breath and thrashed about, I pinned him down harder and went deeper, deeper. Foolishly hoping that if I went far enough, he might do something, anything to protect himself – but all I got in return was that tongue play again. Whether it was playful or seductive, I couldn’t tell, but Cassice was doing that thing with his neatly lined up teeth, nibbling and playing with my tongue.

“It’s not like a cat licking…” 

I forcibly muzzled whatever else he was about to say by shoving my mouth over his. Rubbing tongues, tickling the roof of his mouth, jabbing under his tongue and thrusting down his throat – each time he let out a lewd sound. A wet smacking, slurping noise as I plunged and ravished, each thrust making him moan and whimper.

‘I wonder what other places would be like.’

The exposed nape marked blotchy red and purple through the torn clothing. 

Lovebites left on his protruding collarbones.

I brazenly rubbed the moles under his eyes. 

‘What would you do if I touched other places, hm?’

As debauched as you already are like this.  

Moaning so shamelessly… 

When you’re already this undone.

Gazing at me with those half-lidded eyes, lost in rapture…

*Chomp*

I bit his tongue as we kissed ravenously. For the first time, I felt gratified by this semblance of real resistance. It seemed to clear my head. Or at least, in that moment I thought so.

If my mind had really cleared, I wouldn’t have licked and swallowed the pooled potion from his collarbones. Ryuseong only came to his senses when the school nurse saw Cassice’ disheveled state. 

The feeling Ryuseong had in that moment was, disgustingly,

‘……’  

Revulsion.

‘……Towards whom?’  

And even now, he still felt the same way.  

Now, just the thought of someone else seeing Cassice in this state was enough to deeply unsettle Ryuseong. It felt like he might cross a line. 

‘But I can’t do that.’  

Yes, let me say it again clearly.

‘I want to ruin you.’

Even though I vowed not to, when I see your exposed nape I want to savage it with my teeth. If I choked you with my hands, would you convulse with those whimpering gasps? I want to devour you whole. I want to make you cry, trample you underfoot, have you moaning beneath me. And at the very bottom, 

‘I wish your breath would stop altogether.’

….Yes, that was my true feeling.