Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 122

“Do you want all my wealth?”

“Yes, give it all to me. Including the 400 billion Berks you just tossed willy nilly into the sky.”

“Alright, alright.”

“…Hey, don’t just brush this off!”

I struggled, unsure if he was even listening to me. His gaze upon me intensified as he continued to plant kisses on my cheek.

I felt a little disconcerted by the sudden shift in the atmosphere.

“Wh, what’s got you so excited…”

“…”

“Ah, wait a minute…!”

He was adept at multitasking.

This meant, while carrying me in his arms, he quickly undressed me as he moved to his bedroom.

My clothes dropped behind him like footprints with each step.

Within a few steps, we reached the bedroom, and he laid me bare on the bed, smiling mischievously.

“I’m still angry, you know…”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“…Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, of course.”

Claude, obviously not listening, climbed on top of me.

The next moment, he leaned in to capture my lips, his tongue teasing the edge, my guiding energy seeping into him.

“Shall we not, Rose?”

“Fuuuu…”

“Answer me.”

His low voice, laced with laughter, whispered in my ear.

Ugh, of course. He’s been making a fortune since he was a minor, so no wonder he has no sense of real life economics.

Teaching Claude the virtues of frugality can wait. For now, I wrapped my arms around his neck. It was my response, obviously.

Just as the day was about to end, and the events of this morning seemed set to repeat.

Ding dong.

The bell rang.

***

Bang, the door swung open violently as though it would break all the way off from the hinge.

“…Do you have a death wish?”

Claude growled menacingly, teeth clenched.

In Claude’s hand was the doorbell he had just ripped off barehanded from the wall.

Crunch, the remains of the doorbell were crushed brutally, like an aluminum can being crumpled.

I hurriedly picked up my clothes and redressed, clicking my tongue internally.

Always provoking Claude’s temper. And now, look what happened to the poor doorbell.

The doorbell was pitiable, but the real victim was the person who rang it.

Probably a low-ranking clerk with something to deliver, just following orders, and then unfortunate enough to face Claude in his foul mood.

“Hello?”

“?”

“You’re in the middle of doing it, right?”

“…What?”

“Oh, you have to be. After you seduced that innocent girl into imprinting and caused all this chaos.”

Wait, that sarcastic voice is…

Recognizing the familiar voice, I hurried to the entrance.

At first, the unexpected visitor was hidden by Claude’s towering figure.

But as I approached, the figure became clearer.

Shining golden hair like silk, porcelain-smooth skin. A figure long and lithe like a Victoria’s Secret model.

As beautiful as an angel, fitting for the most beautiful woman in this world.

“Irene!”

Though I wasn’t particularly fond of Irene, seeing her in this unexpected place was somewhat a pleasant surprise.

I ran up to her excitedly, and Irene acknowledged me with a slight nod.

“Rose.”

“What brings you here!”

“Well, I came to see how shameless your face would be…”

Irene’s icy gaze scanned Claude from head to toe. Claude let out a forced chuckle.

“And I have something to tell you.”

Irene turned her head sharply towards me, almost hitting Claude with her long hair.

Claude squinted as if he smelled something foul.

When he opened his eyes again, they were ominously dark.

Grinding his teeth while looking at me… I could guess what he wanted to say without him uttering a word.

‘Can I kill her?’

Of course not. There was a time I wished Claude would get rid of Irene so I could have the dorm room to myself, but that was then…

I subtly pulled Irene closer, positioning myself between her and Claude.

…Irene, always strong against the strong, but actually just a mere mortal against a transcendent being like Claude. If I didn’t protect her, she might really end up with a broken neck.

Whether she appreciated my heroic loyalty or not, Irene kept on provoking Claude.

“Pass this on to your oh so distinguished Esper. Now that he has an Imprinted Guide, excuses like ‘guiding deficiency’ won’t work anymore. Tell him to act more responsibly. This is the schedule that he’s advised to follow from now on.”

Irene handed me a document.