Chapter 0
ROMANCE GUIDE
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- Setting/Genre: Western fantasy, fantasy
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- Work Keywords: Reverse harem, revenge, organization/underworld, powerful woman, smooth-talker male, kind male, tsundere male
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- Male Protagonist 1: David von Raphaeli – The arrogant Grand Duke of the kingdom. A man with a rough, un-princely aura who suspiciously hovers around Cecilia.
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- Male Protagonist 2: Rogerick Montieux – A devout and gentle holy knight. He met Cecilia as a child and has been deeply in love with her ever since.
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- Male Protagonist 3: Matthias Demester – The head of the information guild. He and Cecilia used to bicker, but now he’s under a curse and is forced to secretly seek her help.
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- Male Protagonist (??): Cheong-ryang – A subordinate whom the protagonist picked up and raised from a young age. He kills the protagonist after she becomes the boss and takes her place.
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- Male Protagonist (??): Han Jeongho – The protagonist’s Chinese tutor. He was killed after falling out of favor with the former boss for protecting the protagonist.
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- Male Protagonist (??): Jo Yun-soo – The son of the former organization boss who raised the protagonist as a killer. He didn’t know that sometimes ignorance can be a terrible wound to someone else.
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- Female Protagonist: Cecilia Cissil (Juyeon) – The former boss of a large criminal organization who was killed by the only subordinate she trusted. She awakens in the body of a novel’s protagonist and is ready to do anything to erase the tragic fate awaiting the original character and live a normal life.
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- When to read: When you want a romantic fantasy with a hint of dark, noir-style drama, juicy intrigue, and sexy revenge.
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- Relatable Quote: “In my previous life, I saw many fools who ruined their lives by getting too deep into s****l pleasure or relationships.”
PROLOGUE
The doors to the party hall were flung open.
A man, as if he had brought the dark night in with him, took a grand step inside. Unlike the colorful, chattering nobles who were decked out like a flower garden, he was entirely clad in black.
He had a wild mane of black hair that fell to his nape, a black shirt, and a black leather vest pulled tight over his solid body.
His long jacket was covered in dangling silver accessories. There were even multiple silver earrings clinging to his earlobes.
He looked less like an upright noble and more like a dangerous man with gleaming eyes from the shadows. Yet, his gait and the way he surveyed the banquet hall were more aristocratic than anyone else’s.
His sharp blue eyes swept over the party hall. He let out a short laugh.
“Hmm, what a mess.”
It truly was.
The nobles were too drunk to stand straight, or they were yelling louder than the music.
All semblance of elegance was gone. A marketplace would surely have more decorum than this.
Moreover, the person he was looking for was not in this hall.
In that case, there was only one place they could be.
The man’s gaze turned to the upper floor. There were numerous rooms for the party guests’ pleasure.
He began to climb the stairs. He hummed a tune to himself. His smooth lips curled into a pretty smile.
He couldn’t help but be excited. Of course, he was—he was on his way to see that person. He had a rough idea of which room they were in, and though he knew they weren’t alone, he was happy.
But then.
“…What’s that?”
He hadn’t heard anything about a bunch of hangers-on huddled in front of the door.
A few sloppily dressed men were clustered by the door. The tallest among them was peeking through a slightly open crack in the door. The others behind him were craning their necks on their tiptoes to see inside.
It was obvious what they were looking at. Even from this distance, strange, alluring sounds were leaking from the crack. Each time, the tall guy’s earlobes would turn scarlet.
Watching the sight, the man let out a silent, disgusted sigh.
‘How dare they…….’
His fierce blue eyes flashed dangerously in the next instant.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and quickened his pace. The expression as he swiped his tongue across the inside of his mouth was utterly disreputable and cold.
He pushed his way through the cluster of five or six men and suddenly seized the tallest man by the hair.
“Gah!”
The man snatched his hand over the shameless scoundrel’s mouth as he fell from the door like a piece of paper.
“Shhh.”
He also stomped hard on the foot of the guy who was trying to struggle.
“If you scream, you’re really f****d.”
A gentle but murderous voice whispered into the lanky man’s ear. No, it wasn’t just his voice. A thick bloodlust seemed to be rising from the pitch-black man.
The gasps of the gagged guy instantly stopped. The captured man barely managed to turn his eyes to look at the person who had assaulted him.
A handsome man with a cold expression and a tear mole beneath his eye was staring down at him.
The overwhelming presence made him gasp for air.
He couldn’t even beg for forgiveness. He feared the man would simply twist his neck with the same powerful hand that was holding his head.
He was that dangerous.
His movements were like a noble, but his appearance and the way he spoke were worse than some low-class street thug.
“You perverted fucker.”
The man whispered.
“If you want to live, shut your mouth and quietly get lost.”
At the same time, his hand released him. The terrified tall man scrambled away. It was the instinct to survive. The rest of his companions, who had just been standing there dumbly watching their friend get assaulted, glanced at the man and began to run.
Watching their pathetic backs as they ran away, even muffling their footsteps, the man’s blue eyes blazed fiercely.
‘I should’ve plucked out their eyes, no, just killed them.’
The thought of what those bastards saw made his blood boil and threatened to drive him mad. For a brief moment, he debated giving the order to chase them down and kill them dozens of times over.
But he had to hold it in. If he acted now, he might ruin everything.
However, he couldn’t stop his gaze from drifting toward the open crack in the door.
‘…Just once.’
Should he look?
The man’s eyes wandered over the floor visible through the open door.
The sound of hot breaths and skin slapping together as they thrust at each other had been audible for a while. As he took just one step closer, the humid, heated air from inside the room wafted out.
That alone was enough to paint a picture of what was happening in the dark room.
And if he just took one step and tilted his head, he would really be able to see.
What position they were in, what expression that person was making, and if they were truly enjoying this act…
‘…No, that’s not it.’
The moment he saw the two of them, it wouldn’t end with just a look.
The man gripped the doorknob tightly. He carefully pulled it and very slowly turned it to close the door.
The sound of the latch clicking into place sounded like chains tightening around him.
“Ha, goddamn it.”
Leaning against the wall, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. He flicked open a silver lighter, lit it, and took a deep drag.
Just like always, it was a habit.
Whoosh, smoke poured into the air. If he just waited here…….
“…Ahhh!”
At that moment, a loud cry came from inside.
The man froze. His eyes went wide as if he had been shot. His fierce blue eyes were fixed on the closed door.
He could picture the scene in his mind. The sight of that son of a b***h, grabbing that person’s slender and delicate white waist as he roughly thrust inside.
Drops of that bastard’s sweat would fall onto their naked body, and the full b*****s that swelled on their thin frame would shake wildly. Then that fucker wouldn’t be able to hold back and would greedily bite that fruit.
Not knowing how soft that person’s skin was.
Gripping tightly and roughly sucking, leaving behind marks all over.
“This is…. “
He thought he could bear it, just like he always had.
“Ugh~ahh, nngh!”
But maybe not this time?
Moans poured out like a scalding torrent. The man squeezed his eyes shut and just puffed on his cigarette.
It was so soft that it could be mistaken for a cat’s mewling. It was so frail that it gave him goosebumps.
Just how hard was he pushing that delicate body? The cries did not stop. It was like torture.
“…So this is the kind of sound they make, huh.”
His low mumble was thick and hoarse.
He looked down. The area around his bulging crotch was getting wetter and wetter.
It was absurd.
Just the sound of that person’s cries was enough to make him this hot, like a dog in heat without any reason.
‘No, come to think of it, it’s not that strange.’
He had been fantasizing only about them for a very long time.
The man closed his eyes again. Just like he always had, he began to imagine the scene inside the door.
He was inside the room instead of that son of a b***h. That person sat on the bed, not wearing a single thread, and looked up at him.
Their long silver hair flowed over their naked body. His body grew hot enough to feel like his brain was burning from the benevolent look in their eyes that said, ‘Do whatever you want to me.’
He spread their slender, white thighs, pulled them toward him, and buried his face there. He savored their melting skin with his tongue and felt a shiver run through him.
“Ahhh! Wait, wait…!”
This time, a firm arm was holding him, and that person screamed in a voice he’d never heard before.
“Nghh….”
The man raised his head. His fly was already unzipped. A large, weapon-like p***s, slightly curved upward, was protruding outside.
He slowly stroked his p***s with his own hand. Even without a partner, the enormous column of flesh oozed tear-like pre-e*******e on its own.
His body, leaning against the wall, slid down. His hair was pressed down and messily disheveled. His expression was the same. The hand holding the cigarette grew firmer and faster.
“Huu, stop, stop…….”
The man laughed at the sobbing sounds. He kissed that person’s face, saying it was okay. The way their short, dark hair swayed whenever they shook their head was beautiful.
And so he pushed his own piece of flesh, crazy with heat and glowing red, into their deepest part.
“Ooh, Rogerick!”
The man’s eyes shot open.
“Aah~~”
He was already spurting white liquid.
The moment that person inside the room called another man’s name, he came.
A feeling of pleasure that exploded like fireworks and a sense of plummeting despair struck him at the same time. It was a sensation that was not even funny.
The s***n that shot upward splattered all over his face. He instinctively grimaced at his own sticky e*******e covering his eyelashes and lips.
He parted his lips slightly. He stuck out his red tongue and lightly licked what was dripping from his upper lip.
It was so bitter and fishy that it was disgusting.
“…Well, is this foreshadowing?”
Wiping his face with his hand, which was adorned with several rings, he let out a twisted laugh.
He had expected so much.
For a reunion like that, it was so dog-like.
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