No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 90

Kissing is an act of rubbing tongues together. It’s a struggle to heighten sexual sensations for reproduction. However, some people call kissing a symbol of romance.

I never agree with those words, but today Ryuseong’s kisses had a particularly attentive and gentle side. Rather than pushing deep and stirring, it was more like sucking the root of my tongue using his lips. Moreover, he listened to my words well today. When I panted and moaned as if his invasion was unbearably ticklish and hot, he didn’t overdo it. Although he did encourage the ticklish feeling by smacking his lips, separating, then biting my lower lip slightly, sucking, licking, and teasing.  

But I know. Kissing is an unsanitary act of entangling someone else’s tongue with mine. It’s a perverse act of unnecessarily digging up the intimate, delicate flesh hidden inside the mouth.

So there’s no need to mistake it for romance.

Ryuseong laid me down on the snow and placed my hips on his thighs. Thanks to the temperature-regulating robe, I didn’t feel the cold at all. He untied his scarf and placed it underneath so my waist wouldn’t hurt, then had me hook my knees over his shoulders and let my calves flow down his back. A wide open outdoors where someone might see. But no crazy bastard would wander around a monster habitat in this weather. And since we’re also a public couple, it should be fine. Thinking that, I decided to endure myself who seduced him. As long as I don’t mistake it for romance, there’s no problem with entangling tongues and overlapping bodies.

At that moment, something hot touched my neck.

“Hng…”

It was his tongue. Your mouth was particularly hot even in this bitter cold. But I haven’t washed right now. My shoulders trembled. I raised my hand to push away your head gently biting my nape and rubbing it with your tongue. I grasped your snow-covered black hair. But you wouldn’t budge and left me moaning. Ah, I felt like I was going crazy. I don’t know if it’s because of the pleasure or not. When did I cast the cleanliness spell? I think it was today, but snow must have gotten on it even if I didn’t sweat, I still wanted to push you away. Am I displeased? No, I was nervous. I was afraid you wouldn’t do it anymore if there was a bad smell…

But before I could say anything, a large hand gently climbed up my flinching wrist and intertwined our fingers. He raised his face that had been buried in my nape for a moment, intertwined his fingers with mine, rubbed my knuckles, then persistently started sucking the delicate flesh between my fingers.

It was clear that he knew what kind of emotion he was evoking in me by deliberately stretching out his tongue between my fingers and looking down at me.

“…Fuck.”

I wanted to tell you to spread your ribs. Then I could grasp your heart.

When I forcibly crushed the curses between my teeth, you softly bit my left ring finger with a squelching sound. Biting hard enough to leave teeth marks… If seeing that naughty face doesn’t remind me of mentioning engagement with the left ring finger, I’d be a god.

You were so pretty that I wanted to do something to you right away. My lips curled up. I felt like I would go crazy if I didn’t knock you down. It wasn’t a matter of penetrating or being penetrated. I wanted to see you lose your composure. I wanted you to bury your head and pant like a beast in heat.

I wish you would go crazy because of me.

“Give me your ear.”

“Why the ear? You’re not telling me to cut it off and attach it, right?”

“Stop talking nonsense and give it to me.”

When I erotically cried then suddenly spoke sternly, you burst out laughing refreshingly and offered your ear next to my lips. As if to say do whatever you want. Annoyed, I tried to bite your earlobe, but it seemed too obvious, so I decided to do something else.

“I want to change positions…”

When I spoke suggestively, mixing my breath right in front of your ear, a strange desire colored your face as if it felt erotic. I don’t know what that means.

But your words were always the same.

“If it’s an opinion that you’ll penetrate, it’s rejected. Your waist might break.”

“…How weak do you think I am?”

You didn’t answer, and I slowly shook my head and suddenly snatched your hair.

And bit your earlobe, chomp.

“…Ugh!”

“Acting sympathetic, but being cocky.”

I sneered mischievously. But it seems you’ve gained quite a bit of confidence after sleeping together once.

“Are you the one to talk after biting me?”

“Hmm.”

I guess you really want to get punished?

* * *

The mouth is a good weapon. More so because it has a tongue. It’s doubly great because you can throw bad words too.

I leisurely joined the train and smiled strangely at the attendant who said he was worried because the cabin door didn’t open for a while. A subtle smile as if asking if they’re curious about what happened while the door was closed… I don’t know what the attendant thought, but his face turned red and he shouted that he won’t knock on the door next time and ran away. I aimed for that effect, but it worked amazingly well, so I was laughing in amusement, but Ryuseong threw me into the bedroom without a word and slammed the door shut. Is that guy going to sleep on the living room sofa by himself? I tried to knock on that door and talk to him, but I didn’t want to cling on pathetically, so I decided to go to sleep.

But strangely, I couldn’t fall asleep. It was a bit sad.

‘The fact that I fell for an ascetic bastard who faints just from me using my mouth a bit.’

And the fact that I’ve become too used to that guy’s embrace that the empty bed feels lonely.

‘Ahhh! No! Get a grip, Jeong Ian! You can’t fall sincerely for a guy like that!’

No matter how much I shouted inside, the fact that it was sincere didn’t change.

It was fucking tearful.

The next day, we snuck out the window of the secretly running train again. And we exterminated countless monster bastards. Ryuseong was overflowing with enthusiasm and desperate to make me the head. That aligned with my goal too, so we could be quite good partners. 

It was a great business. Our relationship was always perfect as long as love didn’t get involved. There was no sin in Ryuseong’s love. My love was the problem. Because I ended up loving him, this kind of sharp heart was created. That’s why I keep getting irritated when dealing with you too.

“Ah, damn it.”

Suddenly I realized that the habit of biting my nails had returned. Jeong Ian’s habit.

Looking down at my broken nails, I bit my lip.

‘I need to return it.’

…But where is there to return to?

* * *

The conquerors gathered in Saint Petersburg, Russia must have headed to this city with their own thoughts. 

However, most of them were in a state of being extremely reluctant to be directly deployed as combat power. Because this conquest was a difficult problem from the start, with doubts about whether it could truly succeed.

‘And the one who revealed they would participate turned out to be Demillang…’

The Named was not a transcendent monster of a form that didn’t exist in the world. At first, that monster was a weak monster that could barely transform an area of about three hand-spans into the shadow world. However, it was different now.

The monster repeatedly absorbed the despair of the bereaved families and the fear of those who witnessed it, eventually acquiring the name . It was a thoughtless act to neglect the monster just because it didn’t cause large casualties right away. The price of unwittingly ignoring someone’s tragedy, not imagining that it would engrave a collectively enormous trauma. Like that, an entire city was swallowed into the monster’s belly.

It was the birth of a Named that occupied a city.

Since then, Russian conquerors had been constantly gathering in Saint Petersburg, desperately requesting conquerors from all over the world to join. Saying that if they don’t stop it here, all of Russia will be swallowed up, and if they fail to stop that, the next ones will be them. 

No matter how much they said it, the world was quiet as if blocking its ears.

‘As everyone is to the tragedy of others.’

However, the fact that the entire city had become a shadow world literally meant despair. Despair so vast that it shook the foundation of the country.

The citizens swallowed up in it were waiting only to be rescued in a state of being alive but not really alive.

‘Honestly, it’s questionable whether there are even people alive.’

Anyway, if it’s the Demillang he knows, he will surely try to seize the command of the conquest. Saying that as a Russian officer, he cannot lose the command, Ivan Karpin extinguished his cigarette by rubbing it in the snow pile, deceiving himself.

Anyway, it’s natural for even an officer to want to avoid death. Adding all the excuses, excused or not, to avoid death is also something that can sufficiently happen…

“…You’ve fucking changed, Ivan.”

Muttering self-deprecation that he was pouring undue hatred on a bloody kid, Ivan Karpin turned his head.

All kinds of flags were stuck in the snow field, fluttering, and magic tents were lined up near it. It meant that quite a lot of conquerors had gathered, but for hope to dawn in Ivan’s eyes, most of them were duds.

Even thinking rationally, there were no bastards who would come all the way to a foreign land to volunteer to die, so not a single real one declared they would save Russia. Except for that youngster, Cassice Demillang…

But there’s no knowing what kind of repercussions there would be if a child of Demillang got hurt.

‘No matter how much it’s Demillang, a kid is a kid.’

The fact that Cassice Demillang is coming means that a separate escort selection needs to be arranged for him. That fact was boiling Ivan’s heart with hatred.

And as if it had to be at such a moment.

“Officer, over there, in the sky…”

When a shadow was cast on the snow field, he raised his head and looked at the sky with sunglasses-covered eyes. And he stopped for a moment in surprise. It wasn’t just Ivan Karpin. The rookie conquerors who were chattering about trivial plans inside the tents also stretched their heads out and were blankly looking up with their mouths agape.

“…Huh.”

It must be because someone was cutting through the vast sky like a gliding bird.

Lastly, Cassice Demillang joined the conquest team for the Named , his robe fluttering.

“They say the protagonist always arrives last…”

As if he knew he was the protagonist of the world.