No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 91

It seems it was true that conquerors discriminate based on whether someone has a second name or not.

“Why have you arrived so late? Did you perhaps enjoy a pleasant honeymoon somewhere?”

“How could that be? When people are suffering.”

“It can’t be helped since you don’t have a second name…”

…Even so, the body I’m possessing doesn’t seem kind enough to stay quiet hearing such words. I tapped my protruding wrist bone with the fingers of my loosely crossed arms and tilted my head back.

Looking at how Ryuseong doesn’t bother them and only gets territorial with me, it seems inevitable. Anyway, considering those guys would immediately grovel if Cassice Demillang really gets angry, the reason they’re purposely causing trouble while sweating nervously is… Glancing around, it seems they’re being assholes to control the conquest command.

I smiled softly, narrowing my eyes thinly.

Fuck them up completely and teach them a lesson…

“Cassice Demillang, will you listen to my advice for a moment?”

But since Ryuseong spoke nicely, I decided to give a momentary reprieve. Ignoring whatever others babbled and snorting, I grabbed Ryuseong’s collar.

And kissed him like that.

“…!”

Gasps of shock erupted around us. Ryuseong seemed to try to resist halfway, but when I grit my teeth and bit him thinly, he stiffened his rocking shoulders and froze. When Ryuseong didn’t move, no one else moved either, judging that they couldn’t dare to touch Cassice Demillang’s body. With no interference, I leisurely kissed him.

Even with his transformed face, he was still handsome, but Ryuseong suits jet black hair more than ashy gray long hair. His eyes should also be a deep and vivid blue to the point of being opaque. That’s the person Ryuseong is.

The conquerors who were picking fights with visibly anxious eyes started dispersing one by one when I didn’t listen to them at all. But I didn’t stop. The hand grabbing his collar subtly stroked his collarbone and nape, and with the other hand, I coldly dug my fingers into his scalp, then grabbed his hair and pulled as if snatching it. So that you, who will shine brilliantly anywhere, can’t run away anywhere, so that no one can steal you…

I’m the night that will taint you, so I hope you don’t know silent submission.

‘I wish your eyes would go blind.’

But I might go crazy if your blue eyes don’t look at me, so I just drank in the anxiety that you might leave me using that as an excuse. Swallowing the saliva flowing from the hot and moist mucous membranes as if it were nectar, wrapping around your polite-pretending tongue, pulling it out, and sucking it in with a smacking sound.

And as if telling you to move with me, when I smiled irritatingly while letting out a moan of feeling it fully, you had an amazed expression, but… So what?

I have to grant the request of a fucking beauty, yeah.

“You endured well. It must have been quite unpleasant.”

Grabbing his hair, I only separated our lips and spoke kindly while gasping for breath without letting him go. Then Ryuseong made a strange expression, lowered his head a little, and started gently sucking my lips.

‘Huh?’

What is it?

‘Is it a huge gain?’

I looked up at him a bit dumbfounded, but Ryuseong didn’t stop rubbing my lips roundly with his tongue like a cat, tilted his chin sideways to adjust the angle, deeply thrust his tongue in, thoroughly swept the mucous membranes in my mouth, then lightly bit and pulled my lower lip with his canine teeth before I could let out a strange moan and released it. Suddenly having my breath taken away, I breathed heavily with a somewhat erotic sound. Then Ryuseong, who supported my back and tapped my chest a few times, stepped closer and rubbed his lips against my earlobe, saying,

“I don’t do this to people I dislike.”

“You didn’t like doing it in front of others, hiccup, right? Unexpectedly, outdoor is your taste?”

“…What kind of night plays have you been doing?”

Who knows. If you found out, you might faint from shock.

“They say not to dig into a lover’s past. Rather, let’s focus on the present. What is your preference? As expected, outdoor…?”

“I prefer a normal bedroom.”

“That’s unfortunate. I’ll expand the horizon of that small and conservative world for you.”

“…It was a mistake for me to attempt a conversation with you.”

“Oho, have you realized now? Although a bit slow, as a reward, I’ll allow you to advise me.”

Saying that and raising my chin, Ryuseong sighed as if tired and slowly changed his expression.

It was a fairly serious look. Great for teasing.

“Let them bullshit as they please.”

However, the topic Ryuseong chose was more serious than I thought. I slowly pondered the cost-benefit analysis and spoke as if spitting out, nonchalantly.

“Why should I listen to you?”

“First, you came to build up achievements anyway, and second, you’re good at that. The final hit.”

Ryuseong was speaking as if looking at somewhere far away.

And I knew the reason.

“This dungeon won’t be easy anyway.”

Of course it will be like that. From the moment I saw Cassice Demillang’s past, I had long noticed the danger of this raid. Because the enemy we have to defeat this time is the conquerors’ trauma itself.

‘Just like the academy entrance exam…’

The battlefield we have to face, the shadow world, is upgraded several times more brutal than that.

Even if it’s the same world, if a different shape and color is applied, it cannot be identical. Just as the same body cannot be the same person if a different soul dwells in it.

The shadow world is exactly like that. 

The monsters we have to defeat weave the shadow world with the trauma of the entrants.

This novel had a system where the outcome of battles could be determined particularly by the state of the characters’ minds. For example, if the mind collapsed, the control of mana and qi would also collapse, making it impossible to use magic and sword energy, and according to the settings, when mental strength was exhausted, the risk of death often increased.

So when I saw Ryuseong forcibly pulling himself together when his mind was about to collapse during battle, then collapsing again, and somehow moving forward, I felt a strange emotion.

‘A protagonist rolling in a hardcore dark fantasy is the best!’

Now I’m here, and it seems Cassice Demillang will enter the shadow world created by trauma.

‘So… it’s a big deal.’

Because Cassice Demillang’s past was like that.

The more intense and firm the trauma of the character is, the clearer the form of the ‘enemy’ to be defeated becomes. Depending on the intensity of the trauma, it can be a soft material like clouds or smoke, or it can be humanoid.

Originally, it was said to be a weak monster that could only transform an area of about three hand spans into a shadow world, but trauma is something that rapidly spreads once one or two are ruined. This is the responsibility of the government that doesn’t give a shit about how well panic spreads among the masses. In short, we’ve come to wipe the shit that others have made a mess of.

‘The analogy is too dirty. Makes me sick.’

Anyway, I decided to back down a bit as Ryuseong said.

It’s not what I wanted, but I’m a body that naturally trolls just by existing. There’s no way Cassice Demillang, who suffered such things, wouldn’t be humanoid. It would be nice if it was just humanoid, but if we’re not careful, it could even recreate the violence. It’s a good thing Ryuseong is here, if I had come alone, I would have run away even if it meant being inhumane. For example, like “I just came to watch. Fighting? Why should I do that?”

‘Besides, I’ve never taken on the role of a commander.’

If I command, the odds of winning will disappear anyway. It’s not like I was trying to seize the command to command myself either. I was trying to give it to Ryuseong, but since he refused, I had no intention of forcibly giving it to him.

No, for someone with no intention, I’m quite pissed off.

‘My incompetence…’

What if it was Cassice Demillang? The command would naturally be his. But I can’t do it. Simply put, it’s because I lack the ability, having never properly learned command. If I were really Cassice Demillang, it seems everything would go much better than now. Ryuseong would have been much happier too. Rather than loving a fake… I hated that I kept thinking like this. It was so annoying that my chest felt suffocatingly tight. 

‘Ah fuck it. Forget it. Throw away the worries.’

If I’m annoyed that I lack ability now, I just need to level up. Some might ask if it’s easy, but if it’s Cassice Demillang’s body, it’s definitely possible. It will be. What if it doesn’t work? Are you ignoring Jeong Ian who achieved the 6-month miracle of Korean college entrance exam? I’m fucking awesome. Whatever it is, I’m confident in memorizing like crazy.

When we go back to the academy and assign roles for group projects, I should definitely be the commander.

Ah, of course, only if I’m in the mood to properly do the group project. What do you mean projects aren’t done based on mood? Haha. I think you’re mistaken about something, my name is Cassice Demillang. I wasn’t before, but I am now.

Therefore, I can push the group project onto my teammates without any guilt, that’s what I’m saying.

‘Hehe!’

To put it bluntly, if I give them expensive luxury gifts and tell them to do the project instead, shouldn’t they get an A+ on their own? If they study independently like that, their grades will improve too. I’m taking care of my friends like this.

Reciting bullshit in my mind in a good mood, I had Ryuseong set up a tent. Unlike until now when we hid our identities, the tent that flaunted the name ‘Demillang’ was incredibly luxurious and huge. It was so immense that it was hard to fathom how much hardship it would be to set up such a tent alone.

It’s so fucking great to push all the physical labor and rest.

But why is that guy doing that without even asking me once, ‘Why are you resting without working?’ I don’t get it.

‘Why does he live getting taken advantage of like a pushover? Stupid bastard.’

While I took out macarons from my pocket dimension and nibbled on them, Ryuseong hammered nails in this cold land wearing a tight white sleeveless shirt and jeans. Fuck. So handsome. Look at those muscles moving. It’s so sexy I’m going to have a nosebleed. Thank you for being dumb. Mr. Ryuseong.

But was it because I had such thoughts that I was being punished?

“Young master!”

When I raised my head to look, the butler was running over. Behind him, Demillang’s household members who were originally supposed to join me were following in a line. So I smiled, because Demillang had finally caught up with me.

That means the head’s fervent attempts to kill me will continue one after another from now on.

There was no reason not to smile.