BJ Villainess

For some reason, I felt strange, as if I was being interrogated by my lover, and I replied shyly. “A friend, I think?”

“Ah, friend… Like Mimosa?”

I considered him a friend, but what did he mean ‘like Mimosa?’. It was absurd.

“How are you and Mimosa, a friend? Mimosa sees you as a man.”

Damian widened his eyes slightly as if he hadn’t expected me to say it so directly. Then he asked with a strange look. “If you don’t see me as a man, why did we hide earlier? As if you were caught having an affair with me.”

Ugh. He must have felt the same way as I did. Embarrassed, I put the handkerchief I had roughly wiped on my lips back into the bag and lowered my head. “That’s because if Mimosa misunderstands, the school will be noisy.”

“You said we’re friends. Then, will we continue to meet secretly like this in the future?”

Huh? What kind of friends keep meeting like this? …That kind of thing isn’t between friends.

It was when I was thinking about how to make this common sense. Damian said, “Ah!” as if he had realized something.

“Isn’t that why you asked me to tell you where to hide earlier?”

My lips parted helplessly in bewilderment. “No, that’s because you told me not to hide in the equipment warehouse…!”

Damian reached out to me with a friendly smile. It was a quick and graceful movement without a chance to avoid it. His thumb ran over my lips. It felt cold.

“I’m glad our relationship is finally getting better. I like you, Theresa. I always wanted to be your friend.”

“…Really? But this hand…”

“You still have rouge on your lips. You can’t let Mimosa know you were with me.”

That’s true. But isn’t this too strange?

Ding!

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[Like kissing !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Right. It was like kissing. I narrowed my eyebrows and grabbed Damian’s hand, which was gently rubbing my lips, and dropped it down.

“I don’t make friends do this.”

Damian tilted his head with an innocent look. “Then?”

“…It’s what lovers do. Something like this.”

“Really? But there are other people who aren’t lovers who want to do something like this to me.”

I let out a sigh. “It’s because they like you as a man.”

Even as I explained, I didn’t understand why the hell I had to tell him this. However, if I said, ‘Don’t pretend you’re innocent,’ the number of his black hearts would increase, and he might quietly kill me while I slept.

Let’s match the rhythm. Right, think of it as role play… This way, even when hanging out with noble ladies, he will be able to get what he wants and get out of the way like a raccoon while pretending to be innocent.

I thought this was all the karma of the developer and decided to humbly accept it. He didn’t even have a clue about it.

“Anyway, your behavior just felt too much for me.”

Ding!

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[Why is this BJ so conservative? ㅋ Oppa, can you teach me how to flirt with a man? ㅋ]

Ding!

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I blinked for a moment. …Was I conservative? Suddenly, I started to get confused, thinking that maybe Damian’s behavior wasn’t so strange.

At that time, Damian hid the red rogue smeared on his thumb with an awkward expression. “Sorry. I must have crossed the line because I thought we had become close. If you think so, I will be careful from now on.”

Having said that, I felt like I did something wrong, right…? I wrinkled my brows and bit my lips in difficulty. Then I replied. “…It’s okay as long as you don’t go too far. To the extent that others don’t misunderstand when they see it.”

“Yes, I will.”

It seemed that staying here would only make things more confusing. I said goodbye to Damian, feeling that the coffee I drank had been wasted by what had just happened.

“Then, see you next time.”

“Yes. Goodbye, Theresa.”

Unlike before, Damian didn’t follow right away this time. It was a little strange, but I thought it was something I had to do.

Ah, I couldn’t finish reading the book after all.

Sigh. School life isn’t easy.

* * *

Damian watched Theresa leave, then took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “It’s strange. Why can’t I read her pattern?”

Each person had a pattern. Therefore, if the subject had been observed for a long time, their behavior wouldn’t deviate greatly from expectations. However, Theresa he saw yesterday and today seemed to have completely changed her behavior as if she had become a different person.

Damian picked up the coffee cup on the table and dropped it in the trash can. Clank! The sound of the cup breaking was deafening.

“I can’t figure her out. It’s annoying.”

Damian closed the still-open door to the equipment storage, then leaned his head against the door for a moment and thought for a moment.

Mimosa would have caught him if he couldn’t use his body skillfully. Actually, he was thinking for a moment about just letting to get caught. It was until Theresa grabbed him by the collar and behaved strangely.

Unlike usual, the eyes glaring at him didn’t have any venom, so it only looked fierce. Theresa is originally stupid, but she isn’t completely stupid. There was something different to say that her personality became harmful.

It’s clumsy.

Right, she became clumsily normal. Too much that it stood out more.

Tap, tap. The bird tapped the window with its beak. It was a homing pigeon. Damian untied the note tied to the homing pigeon’s ankle and gave it food and water.

In this day and age, it was a wonder if someone would really fly a homing pigeon. Still, there was a risk of being tracked down if you used a magic telegram recklessly in Valhalla. Therefore, even if it was cumbersome, he contacted the guild through this traditional method. The people, who were accustomed to magic as soon as they got used to it, were vulnerable to traditional methods.

Damian opened the note.

<Check Libby Squire’s magic attribute. Please report any other confirmation.>

“Hmm.”

He remembered the blonde freshman he had seen yesterday. That person wasn’t very similar to Theresa. He only saw her briefly, but she was definitely different from other noble ladies.

Did they say she lived in a slum? Compared to her, Theresa was noble among nobles. She sometimes behaves arrogantly as if she was born with nobler lineage than Mimosa. But what’s wrong with Theresa today?

…I don’t know yet.

Theresa he had known so far and Theresa he had seen today mixed irregularly in his head, and everything became uncertain. In the meantime, he had a feeling that this wasn’t even funny. It wasn’t bad that Theresa stopped being hostile to him.

Damian wrote the report on a small piece of paper.

<There is a need to strengthen monitoring Squire. From what I confirmed informally, the white magic attribute was detected on the second daughter.>

The guild was looking for a white wizard who was already said to have disappeared. This rare attribute was most likely to come from noble bloodlines. Sure enough, the white magic attribute was detected in Libby. Thanks to Theresa’s eccentricity of entrusting her younger sister to him yesterday, he could check it easily. That’s why Theresa was suspicious.

I’m sure he introduced me to her younger sister on purpose. What was the reason? Could it be that she threw the bait, knowing that he was looking for a white wizard?

No way. Theresa is stupid. It was safe to say she was a low-level witch with human skin. Even if she knew that he was the successor of the assassination guild, she couldn’t have made up her mind to confuse him like this. She clearly wouldn’t be like that.

I don’t know what she’s thinking, but I’m confused as to what kind of person Theresa Squire is. Should he tell the guild about this? But what should he write about her?

Her atmosphere, which had always been on edge, became strangely softened. She didn’t seem to be aware of it, but she often put on a blank expression. No. She had many facial expressions. Suddenly laughing, frowning, surprised, scared. It made it hard to figure out what she was thinking. That’s why specific observation was needed.

“…”

He couldn’t write such content in the report without going crazy. She was definitely changed, but it wasn’t something to be considered.

Damian sent out the letter without mentioning Theresa. As for Theresa, who had changed, he felt like he could still observe her alone.