“Have you gone mad, you scoundrel?”

I was forcefully pushed away.

Master Naoya seemed startled, collapsing onto the grass. Except for when we first met as children, it was the first time I had seen him in such a sorry state.

He took a few deep breaths, taking several seconds to compose himself. His face instantly darkened as he gritted his teeth and vigorously rubbed the fingers I had licked, desperately trying to wipe them clean. But no matter how hard he tried, he only made things worse. Not only were his fingers still sticky, but his clothes were also dirty. He angrily attempted to get up from the ground.

I panicked.

Because I knew that if I let Master Naoya leave like this, not only would I miss out on a meal, but I would also undoubtedly be tortured to death by him. This kind of torture to death was not like before, when he tortured me for his own amusement, tormenting me almost to death before giving me a chance to live. This time, he would make me suffer directly and brutally.

I thought of the countless times I had seen people thrown into the curse room.

Their screams usually lasted for two days and one night, their flesh and bones gnawed away by the curse, until finally their throats were bitten off.

I hurriedly grabbed his feet.

He kicked my shoulder. “Get lost, you scum.”

It hurt, hurt so much I felt half dead.

Tears streamed down my face, feeling like my shoulder bone was broken, but I couldn’t let go. I wanted to live, I had to live.

With strength and courage I didn’t know where it came from, I got up and lunged at him.

Because of what had just happened, he was already unsteady, unable to climb or stand properly. Plus, I was holding onto his feet. Seeing that his first kick didn’t dislodge me, he raised his foot to kick me again, but I unexpectedly lunged at him, causing him to lose his balance and fall heavily backward.

Behind him was a thicket of tall bushes.

“You despicable woman!”

As he raised his hand to push me, I took immediate action and licked his lips. Just like the two classmates who licked Master Naoya’s lips that day, I stuck out my tongue and licked his lips back and forth.

I don’t know whose heart was beating rapidly, thumping loudly. It should have been mine because I was so nervous.

I licked haphazardly, hearing commotion from outside the bushes.

It was Master Takuto, a third-grader, along with his classmates. They were chatting excitedly about something, their voices clear and seemingly close to us.

Master Naoya’s hand hesitated in midair for a moment before retracting. He didn’t push me away again. I felt a slight relief, thinking I had succeeded in pleasing him. But when I cautiously raised my eyes to observe his expression, I realized something was terribly wrong.

He was clearly angrier.

His eyes were reddened with fury, glaring at me with a murderous intent.

The reason he didn’t push me away again was simply that Master Naoya didn’t want this incident to be discovered, especially not by Master Takuto. After all, Master Takuto’s mother, who was also the wife of the second master, was the woman I saw hiding in the closet with the head mistress when I was young.

I was doomed.

Once Master Takuto and his classmates left, I was doomed.

This thought kept swirling in my mind.

What went wrong? What went wrong? What went wrong?

My brain was a chaotic mess. Suddenly, I thought of something crucial.

Was it because I didn’t go all the way in?

As if grasping at a last straw, I tried to gently slide my tongue into the gap between his lips after licking them back and forth. But he immediately sensed my intention, his teeth clenched tightly, preventing me from entering.

I cried in desperation, tears streaming down my face. Then, I seized a glimmer of hope. After I kissed him, Master Naoya seemed to be holding his breath, his neck turning red. He couldn’t hold it any longer and loosened his teeth slightly to breathe.

I seized the opportunity and slipped into his mouth.

“Mmm…”

His eyes widened in an expression that seemed almost predatory.

Master Naoya’s hand reached for my neck, intending to choke me.

I tried even harder.

Recalling what Master Naoya’s classmates had taught

The classmates of Master Naoya had told me that once he spit out the milk, it would be over.

I wasn’t sure if Master Naoya had indeed spit it out, but my clothes were wet.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I moved away from his lips, trembling with fear, trying to inch away from him.

“You despicable woman.”

I heard Master Naoya lying on the ground behind me curse. Then, a force hit me hard, and I was pushed to the ground, my stomach hitting a stone. It hurt so much that my face turned pale, but I couldn’t even scream in pain.

Master Naoya got up from the ground, wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and left without looking back.

His footsteps were frantic.

Back in his room, he slammed the door shut, took several showers, and rinsed his mouth countless times.

He surveyed the room and finally saw the shelves full of manga. That lifted his mood just a little.

He walked over, picked up the latest issue of “Ju” that he hadn’t had a chance to read yet, and comfortably lay on the bed to flip through it. But the more he read, the angrier he became. The villain who was seriously injured at the end of the last chapter unexpectedly came back to life at the beginning of this chapter. And that disgusting female lead, after the male lead finally found out she cheated on him, didn’t even have the courage to confront her. But that wasn’t all; this pathetic loser was even pushed into the bushes and forcibly kissed by the second female lead.

“Trash, go die!”

“What kind of woman is she supposed to be? What a crappy manga!”

He angrily threw the manga book aside.

The book hit the door of the room with a loud bang and fell to the ground with a rustle. He bit his finger, his eyes filled with venomous rage as he contemplated how to kill that idiot.

Suddenly, his tongue inadvertently licked his own fingertip.

His whole body jolted, a sob even escaped from his throat, memories of what just happened flooding his mind, his body reacting faster than his emotions, an uncontrollable response emerging.

Furious beyond measure, he grabbed the pillow behind him and threw it with force.

“Go die, go die, go die!”

After a while, he quietly approached the balcony and looked down. From there, he could see the bushes.

A maid dressed in Zenyuan’s family servant attire was lying there quietly, curled up.

“Tch, serves you right,” he muttered as he kicked her shoulder, but it wasn’t a forceful blow.

Feeling a bit more content, he closed the balcony door and picked up a new manga from the shelf.

Half an hour passed.

He went to the balcony to look outside.

She was still lying there, unchanged.

Twenty more minutes passed, and he looked out again.

She was still there.

Another ten minutes.

Then three more minutes.

It was one in the morning.

Naoya opened the door to his room, his face grim, and descended the dormitory stairs.