Saving You, Villain - Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

In fact, Camian was the only one who worked so hard, so even if Camian took both of the sculptures, there was nothing I could say. Still, knowing that he had such a rude and petty personality, I purposely acted more brazenly.

Instead of just taking the bear from Camian’s hand, I exchanged it with the bird. As I closed his fingers one by one over the sculpture, I heard a small chuckle.

“I’m afraid I’ll become a vigilante even after I graduate from the academy.”

“Even vigilantes should have some means to earn money.”

“I open my eyes and my possessions get extorted from me, then at the same time I also work for no money, even if it’s unfair.”

I patted Camian’s back as if to comfort him.

“When you become a vigilante, I will return this bear sculpture. Until then, stay strong.”

As he watched the bear sculpture leave his hand, a hum rang out. I took a step ahead and Camian followed me. Maple leaves fell softly under the elongated evening sunset.

Conversations about living a peaceful daily life and naturally imagining the future ahead made my heart ache. I’m not the real Liv, and Camian isn’t a real countryside young man either. But for now, we treated each other as just Liv and Camian, who were born and raised in this village and will live together in the future.

I don’t know when this play will end, but I hope it will have a happy ending. When you take off your mask and return to your original life… Even though in the aftermath of it all, a bitter taste would be left after being drunk with bliss, I want to avoid the tragedy of not being able to get out of this role and the supposed end of my life.

Camian, who came out of the shower before me, was lying on the bed in my room for a long time. In his hands was a romance novel that I had never seen before. And he was flipping through the pages fast. I don’t know when he’ll read a book again as he’s been called here and there all day. He’s not going to sleep?

“Why are you here?”

“I can focus well here.”

I laughed at that. It was an excuse just because he wanted to see me… Wait. I threw the towel I was wearing on my head and hurriedly touched the desk.

“Where did my bear go?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“I asked because you were in my room.”

“It’s not me. Don’t doubt me.”

The bear sculpture that was placed on the desk in front of the window disappeared. The behavior of the man who showed regret for the bear while chanting about being a vigilante flashed through my head. What do you mean a vigilante! A thief shouldn’t use such a grand title!

I slumped down next to Camian.

“Give it to me while I’m still asking nicely.”

“You’ll get hurt while catching a living person.”

“What I’m catching is a thief.”

I swiped the book Camian was reading. He let out a sigh. Then he got up and looked at me with a cold expression on his face.

“Thief?”

“Someone says that a person’s habits at three years old wouldn’t leave them until they’re eighty. If I see your bad habit with your wandering hands, I don’t think I should just let it pass.”

“Hey, what are you doing…!”

The bear sculpture must have been hidden somewhere on Camian’s body. If Camian fairly asked for the bear sculpture, I was also willing to give it to him. But why was he doing such a naughty thing? Seriously, I just can’t get over it.

I groped his thick forearms and chest and stroked his abs. Camian couldn’t help but lift his arm in a crooked posture.

“If I find it, prepare to be beaten in the head with the sculpture.”

“Hands off. I’ll turn over my own pockets and show you…”

“What’s this?”

Camian took a heavy breath. I felt his muscles stiffen. I got you, bastard. I gripped what was on his right thigh. The thick thing was similar in size to the bear sculpture.

“What is this, huh? Are you still going to get away with it?”

“…….”

Camian’s ears turned red as if they were about to explode. He seems to know that stealing was shameful. After laughing, I shook the heavy thing from side to side. Camian frowned and flinched his body. His eyes heated up.

“Come on, Camian. Huh?”

“…Get your hands off me.”

“Tell me the truth.”

If you show genuine repentance, I will let it slide. Depending on what he does, I can be more generous and give Camian the sculpture or something.

“Liv, wait… Keugh.”

But his reaction was kind of strange. He seemed to be holding on to something, and he looked pained. I wondered if the sculpture had stabbed at his skin, so I grabbed it and lifted it up. Then Camian jumped up to his waist and grabbed my shoulder. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

“Camian, why are you…”

I felt a twitching sensation in my hand. All nerves go to the palm of my hand. A sculpture made of wood cannot inflate its volume by itself… What was in my hand was getting bigger and bigger.

No way.

Camian’s breath sank low.

I realized it too late.

“What you grabbed and stroked just now— it’s my c*ck.”

“…….”

My heart was pounding wildly as if it was going to burst through my bones. On the other hand, my mouth was hardened as though it had been poured with plaster. This accident made me come to a complete halt.

“Will you let go now?”

I quickly let go as if I had touched something terrible. Crash. And I fell on the bed. Astonished, Camian approaches me calling my name, and I feel no pain while waving my hand at him.

“’M fine… Uh, sorry. No, I’m not hurt.”

One of Camian’s eyebrows rose sharply. I lowered my gaze as it was on the front of his tent-like pants. Gulp. A gulp went down straightaway. It felt like my ears were going to explode from the heat.

“Uh, so… that, take care of it, I’ll be outside.”

And I left the room like I was running away. But in this house, the only place I could go to was my room or Camian’s. I went into the familiar room and covered the duvet on the top of my head.

“Driving me crazy.”

The scent of the man who had been buried all over the room rushed into my nostrils. I wiggled my toes incessantly in a strange feeling.

It’s not enough to sexually harass Camian in the first place. I felt like garbage without an excuse. Instead of running away like this now, I had to apologize properly to Camian.

Sorry I stroked your c*ck while thinking it’s a bear sculpture. Yes, it’s yours… I’m sorry for forcing you to give it to me. I won’t do it again.

…All sorts of swear words lingered on the tip of my tongue. Any kind of apology just sounded embarrassing and weird. I ripped off my hair and rolled around the bed.

“Crazy, crazy.”

But no matter how I feel, it’s only right to apologize if I left Camian with terrible memories that are hard to forget.

I pretended not to know, and pushed the vulgar feeling of wanting to do something more that had never happened, then kicked off the blanket. I strode to the front of my bedroom. Whoo. I took a deep breath and then raised my hand to knock.

“Keugh…”

…An embarrassing sound stopped my hand. I stiffened my body and blinked my eyes.

Did I hear it wrong?

But through the cracks in the old wooden door, the sound of flesh clashing clearly leaked out. And there was a faint huffing sound in between. I silenced my breaths as much as I could and covered my mouth with both hands.

Camian is jerking off inside my room—

“Hah… Haa, Liv.”

—while calling my name.

I looked at the closed door with perplexed eyes. Did he not feel embarrassed to masturbate in my room, to call my name while doing it? It was making me feel things. Why am I listening to this sound without leaving at once?

The heat rising from beyond the room was clinging to me. As his breathing got rougher, my body stiffened and a dense sense of arousal rose within me. I even had the illusion that his big, hot hands were stroking all over my own body.

“Huuk… Ah.”

Flinch. My shoulders trembled. The sound of flesh being stroked gradually got faster. The moaning that had been suffocated has also turned into a blatant one. He seemed to know that I was listening to him from outside. It was an unbearable noise, as if he was deliberately trying to make me hear it.

It was like standing in the middle of a storm. Unable to do anything about the rushing stimulation, both my legs quivered beneath me. The sound of him holding it and stroking himself increased its speed. I heard him call my name over and over again from beyond the door, and the heavier sound of his breathing filled my ears.

“Haaa, Liv.”

Eventually, at the same time Camian climaxed while calling my name, I fell down to my knees. I pressed down both my hands over my lips, hoping that my own moans wouldn’t leak out.

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