I Don't Want To Do a Romantic Comedy With a Villain! - Chapter 143

Episode 143

The lips met again, and a moist sound flowed out.

Long black hair flowed over the sofa.

Only Vehen could be felt. As if the only ones left in the world, other things didn’t matter.

The sound of firewood burning in the fireplace was heard. It sounded like dripping candle wax from the candles illuminating the parlor.

The sound of the winter wind tapping on the glass and the rustle of clothes when turned over were felt.

Vehen kissed Min-joo’s chin and descended below.

“Here, a bit…”

Min-joo murmured, turning her head.

Then Vehen exhaled heavily against her neck and grabbed Min-joo’s thigh.

What happened next was a split second.

Min-joo’s body hesitated for a moment, then she wrapped her arms around Vehen’s neck. Leaning on Vehen’s arms, which firmly supported her thighs, Min-joo kissed Vehen’s cheeks, nose, and forehead.

After a few kisses, Vehen’s face was marked with deep lipstick imprints.

“Be careful going up.”

Vehen lifted Min-joo and climbed the stairs.

Whether it was not heavy, or he couldn’t feel the weight due to excitement, Vehen ascended the stairs in one go.

“Don’t fall.”

“If you fall and get hurt here, insurance won’t cover it.”

“What are you talking about.”

As Vehen lightly teased and chuckled, Min-joo laughed along.

They quickly climbed the stairs and entered Min-joo’s room. The bed was their immediate destination.

Vehen lay Min-joo down and, bending over, kissed her lips several times, ensuring there were no traces of lipstick left.

“…Take it slowly.”

“I’m taking it slow.”

The voice, heated with desire, became hoarse and rough.

“I told you, I’ve waited long enough.”

Vehen kissed Min-joo’s cheeks, chin, and down to her neck.

As their lips touched, it seemed like the heat would linger there.

Min-joo looked down at Vehen, who rested her face against her clavicle.

The once composed and austere face was now distorted and flushed red.

Disheveled dark brown hair covered her forehead, and his intoxicated emerald eyes seemed to devour Min-joo hungrily.

“If you don’t want this, just say it. If you want to stop, don’t hesitate to push me away.”

The voice, scratching like a beast, seemed to scream that it wanted to devour and chew Min-joo right away.

Min-joo wrapped her arms around Vehen’s cheeks. Vehen approached without resistance.

“If you don’t mind?”

Min-joo’s gentle voice skimmed past Vehen’s neck.

Vehen shivered with a chilling thrill and pulled Min-joo’s waist closer.

“Then focus on me.”

Suddenly, they were pulled down. Min-joo lay disheveled on the bed, taking a long breath.

It was strange how dizzy she felt just because the atmosphere got a little heated.

Was her body stiffened by tension because she already knew what they were going to do? She trusted Vehen.

Although they hadn’t known each other for long, he was a trustworthy person and a lover with whom she could deeply share her heart.

She was scared even though she knew it. It was a clear anxiety.

An anxiety that women can’t help but feel.

“I…I’m focusing.”

Even though she did want to, how could she make herself focus?

Min-joo exhaled hot breath, avoiding eye contact.

The serious emerald eyes still seemed to swallow Min-joo whole.

“I love you too.”

Vehen smiled gently as if he understood everything.

It was a tender smile full of deep affection.

It felt like she didn’t need to worry, as if he was saying he would cherish her.

Bury her in his love.

Make her unable to breathe.

Min-joo unbuttoned Vehen’s shirt and kissed him.

* * *

“I didn’t know Her Majesty was still alive…….”

Clack, thud, the sound of firewood crackling grew louder.

The cold wind seeped in through the poorly made window cracks, causing the candlelight to flicker.

Nelsie smiled as she removed the hood of her cloak.

“It’s still a secret. Don’t tell Ceteran either. I want to surprise him.”

Count Forten, a nobleman who had supported Ceteran even after Nelsie’s funeral, nodded.

“Then are you planning to return to the palace?”

“Yes. But before that… some things need to be resolved. Will you help me?”

Nelsie, dressed plainly like a commoner but still elegant and well-groomed, looked beautiful as ever.

Count Forten nodded earnestly and clasped his hands politely.

“Please make a list of the nobles who left Ceteran’s side after my funeral. And it should be done by the time I return to the palace.”

“Is that all right?”

“It would be even better if you could take care of my child. Is the Marquess still by my child’s side?”

Count Forten, who had been spending a peaceful day, suddenly received a letter and rushed here.

There was a day designated to prove Nelsie’s status, which was so intricately designed that others could never replicate, and Count Forten had been familiar with it as Nelsie’s confidant.

Nelsie summoned him to a small building in the slums.

The walls were on the verge of collapse, the roof was covered in cobwebs, and the wooden door creaked in the wind.

“Yes, Marquess Trimidri is abusing his authority. There’s a lot of talk among the nobles about it.”

“A pretender who doesn’t even know the subject deserves to be punished.”

She thought her son, who accepted it without question, was not the only problem, but it would be fine once she returned to the palace.

Nelsie drew a line on her wrinkled lips.

* * *

She couldn’t muster the strength to walk, so with Vehen’s help, Min-joo finally managed to shower and get out. 

It was incredibly embarrassing and awkward, and she wanted to crawl into a hole, but Vehen was meticulous in helping her wash. Watching him, she couldn’t help but think he’d make a loving father. 

Affectionate and caring, Vehen. Not bad. I

Min-joo lay on the bed, looking out the window. Vehen lay beside her, propping up her arm.

“How did you manage while I was gone?” 

She asked quietly.

Vehen wrapped his fingers around Min-joo’s wet hair, then playfully nudged her with his toe.

“It was tough. Couldn’t sleep, was worried sick.”

“Lies.”

“Why do you think it’s a lie?”

Vehen liked Min-joo’s made-up face, but he liked her freshly washed face the most. He could kiss and touch it freely.

As Vehen grazed his finger on Min-joo’s cheek, she squirmed and avoided his touch.

“I thought you’d manage just fine without me.”

“Me? I should be asking you. Did you do well without me?”

Min-joo chuckled at Vehen’s question without substance. Her tired voice was strained with exhaustion.

“I tried to do well, but it didn’t go well.”

“Why?”

“Because I realized I love Vehen.”

As Min-joo touched her cheek and twirled her hair, Vehen listened quietly with a loving gaze.

Min-joo turned to face Vehen, whose face was now as red as if it had been scorched by fire.

“Lies.”

Vehen blurted out unintentionally.

Min-joo turned towards Vehen, her white shoulders protruding from the blanket.

“It is true. Why don’t you believe me?”

“I hope it’s true.”

“Then believe me. I love you, Vehen. I couldn’t stop thinking about you even when I was lying in bed.”

Even though her voice cracked and faltered, Vehen listened attentively with affectionate eyes.

Min-joo brushed her black hair aside and continued.

“I miss you, I hope you don’t get hurt because of me, I want to stay with you. There are still things left undone, and I have lingering regrets.”

Min-joo half-closed her eyes lazily and smiled.

It was a dreamy, soft smile.

“And then I realized. I love Vehen. I can’t be without you.”

“Do you regret it?”

Vehen asked, pulling Min-joo closer by her waist.

Min-joo rested her forehead on Vehen’s collarbone.

“I don’t want to regret it, so I came back here.”

“The reason you came back isn’t just because of me.”

Vehen, who still couldn’t stop teasing, felt it would be severe if she found him adorable. After realizing he loved her, the way he used to be seemed cute.

He’d probably stick around. Most likely.

Min-joo lightly bit Vehen’s collarbone and playfully retorted.

“Still, you occupy a large percentage.”

“Stubborn.”

“Yeah, but be grateful.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The touch that moved from Min-joo’s waist to her spine was gentle. Leaning against Vehen’s shoulder playfully, Min-joo smiled.

“A few days ago, while I was out meeting a friend, I saw a men’s clothing store.”

“Yeah?”

“But the clothes there seemed like they would suit you well.”

“And?”

“Without even realizing it, I bought something. I thought I was crazy.”

“Is that what you got as my gift?”

Vehen chuckled lazily and rested his chin on Min-joo’s head.

Min-joo laughed and hugged Vehen around the waist.

“Yeah, that’s it. It’ll suit you well. I’ll give it to you when I wake up tomorrow. Only wear it when you’re with me.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s clothes from another world. I want only me to see it.”

As sleep approached, her voice gradually grew softer.

Vehen hugged Min-joo and patted her back. Within his embrace, her breathing began to steadily increase.

“Sleep tight.”

“Yeah….”

Her response, like sleep talking, was so cute that Vehen quietly laughed.

The night deepened. Vehen closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed.

Silently, snowflakes fell.

Before long, the snow piled up softly, and people were busy clearing the snow from various places since morning.

Genshtar was no exception, clearing the snow with a shovel.

After showering and applying the lotion she had brought, Min-joo called out to Vehen, who had just come out of the bathroom.

“Why?”

“Vehen needs to apply lotion too.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s good for you.”

Like a cat avoiding a servant’s hands, Vehen stepped back.

Min-joo forcibly pulled Vehen closer and applied the lotion. Vehen grimaced at the unpleasant sensation.

“Why do you apply this? What’s it for?”

“It’s good for your skin. You should be grateful when I apply it. You’re so picky.”

Frowning, Vehen towel-dried his wet hair. With scars covering his back, Min-joo recalled their shared memories all night and nearly screamed.

Is she crazy? She must be crazy.

Desperately rummaging through her suitcase, Min-joo pulled out a large hoodie and threw it to Vehen.

“What, what’s this?”

“A present! Put it on quickly!”

Vehen, who grabbed the hoodie, put on the oversized gray hoodie without much thought. It was spacious enough for Vehen even after he wore it.

Holding onto the hem of the hoodie, Vehen frowned as he checked his appearance.

“Don’t you know my size?”

“I deliberately bought it large. Come here.”

Min-joo grabbed Vehen’s wrist and adjusted the sleeves for him.

Vehen blushed and obediently let her fix the sleeves, though he could’ve thrown a retort.

Whether it was because they were dating or just because he liked Min-joo, Vehen wasn’t sure.

After neatly adjusting the sleeves, Min-joo looked at Vehen and smiled happily.

She had expected it to suit him well when she bought it, but it did. It gave off a warm senior college student vibe.

“It looks good. Really beautiful, Vehen.”

“The clothes you’re wearing are bizarre. Mine are too, I guess.”

Vehen pointed at Min-joo with his chin. Min-joo looked down at her attire and grinned confidently.

The fluffy pajama pants and hoodie might seem bizarre to people here.

But what can she do? It’s warm and comfortable.

Min-joo lightly kissed Vehen while holding the nape of his neck, the sound of a kiss echoing loudly.

“You talk too much, Vehen.”

Vehen blushed and closed his mouth.

From now on, when Vehen nags, she’ll use this. 

Min-joo smiled mischievously.