Saving You, Villain - Chapter 88

How could someone so small-headed make such reckless decisions? Imagining Liv deeply pondering over something on her own made Camian’s fingertips twitch. Despite the absurdity of her thoughts, he found her endearing all the same. The idea of Liv being serious, lost in thought, was irresistibly charming. Without a second thought, Camian sprang out of bed and bolted toward her room.

“Are you crazy? You should knock before barging in!”

Liv’s irritated tone hit his eardrums sharply, but even that seemed utterly lovable and adorable to him.

“Why are you laughing? Seriously, have you lost it? Hey, snap out of it, Camian.”

“…Say my name again.”

“What? You sound like a pervert. Why do you want me to say your name? Stop saying weird things and get out. I’m tired and going to bed early tonight.”

“Really? That’s perfect. I was thinking of turning in early, too.”

“Then why are you looking at my bed? Just get out. Go!”

In the end, he was kicked out of her room. Thud! The door slammed shut, clearly signaling that she didn’t want him to come back. Staring at the closed door, he muttered, “How cold-hearted.” Still, the memory of her face scrunched up in irritation made him chuckle. He half-regretted not trying to slip into bed next to her, even if it meant getting hit.

Lingering outside her door, unable to walk away, he heard a loud thump! from inside. Liv had thrown something at the door, clearly telling him to leave. With a disappointed face, Camian finally turned to leave. But then…

“Ah… I really am a pervert.”

Without realizing it, he was already painfully aroused. Camian grabbed his head in frustration. If he was like this without even touching her, how was he supposed to survive the full moon? The more time he spent with Liv, the more his lust grew. Unless Liv genuinely desired him, he couldn’t allow himself to give in to his desires like a beast.

He had tried dousing the flames of his desires by distracting himself with dull, cheesy romance novels, but there were times when even all his willpower wasn’t enough to suppress his urges.

One day, when his patience reached its limit, Camian found himself sitting brazenly on Liv’s bed, claiming he could focus better while reading there. Ignoring her scolding, he pretended to be engrossed in his book, though his eyes constantly wandered to Liv’s face as she dried her hair, her damp brown locks darkening, and her slender white fingers moving gracefully. Damn it. Once again, his body responded uncontrollably. He cursed internally, staring intently at the book’s text to distract himself. But with all his senses drawn to Liv, there was no way the words would sink in.

To make matters worse, Liv, searching for her bear figurine, accidentally grabbed his already swollen erection.

“That’s my dick you’re holding.”

“…….”

Her face flushed bright red as she stammered in embarrassment.

“Uh, I mean… j-just take care of it. I’ll, uh, leave you alone.”

Fleeing the room, Liv left Camian behind, his breath ragged with heat. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t calm himself down. The feel of her small hand lingering on him made it impossible to settle. To make it worse, he was still sitting in her room, surrounded by her scent.

It didn’t take long for his desire to overflow.

“Just once…”

Camian moved instinctively, guided by his lust. He pulled down his pants, gripping his erect penis with his large hand and began stroking it.

“Nngh…”

As he jerked himself off, he vividly recalled the sensation of her soft hands and warmth. His breath grew heavier as pre-cum oozed from the tip of his penis, sliding down the length until it smeared across his hand. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. But then, he heard a faint noise from outside the door—a soft, barely audible gasp. His sensitive hearing picked it up instantly.

Camian knew Liv was listening outside, aware of what he was doing. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Instead, his arousal intensified, fueling his wild imagination. The thought of storming out, feeling her skin against his, and burying his face in her neck to breathe in her scent consumed him.

The veins on his arm bulged as his movements grew more intense. Camian made no effort to suppress his moans. Just as he longed for her to arouse his desires, he hoped Liv would feel the same lust for him.

As he roughly stroked himself, he gazed at the closed door, imagining Liv silently listening to him pleasure himself. His head felt like it was going to explode. On the verge of climax, he leaned his head back against the wall, his jaw clenched. Finally, with a shudder, thick liquid spurted out in a wave of intense pleasure.

“Liv…”

Panting heavily, he imagined Liv standing quietly behind the door, drawing her image into his mind. But after the explosive release, a flood of shame washed over him. His erection, still painfully hard, hadn’t subsided, but the savage lust from earlier had abated, replaced by deep regret.

Camian glanced down at his hand, now sticky with semen.

“…Guess I’ll have to sleep in my own room tonight.”

Her sheets were now stained with his mess. Camian changed Liv’s sheets, all the while cursing himself. He was no better than a beast. Unable to control his urges, he had masturbated even knowing Liv was listening. She must have been so shocked. He didn’t even have the nerve to face her now.

But despite having seen his shameful behavior, Liv—ever soft-hearted—had been the one to apologize first. Camian felt lower than dirt, less than the hay a goat chewed and spat out.

He made a vow to himself: he wouldn’t let his lust control him again. But that promise didn’t last long. After the harvest, on a night when the darkness fell thick and heavy, with just the two of them alone in the house, a little alcohol and Liv’s flushed face made him crumble completely.

This wasn’t the first night Camian had spent with Liv. Before Liv had reincarnated—back when they had first met—he had spent countless nights with her. He remembered vividly the feeling of kissing her, embracing her fragile body, and the intoxicating pleasure of plunging into her tight warmth. Knowing this only made it harder to resist.

“Every one of my firsts belongs to you.”

It wasn’t a lie. Truly, every one of Camian’s “firsts” had been with Liv. He knew everything—how Liv liked it when he brushed his tongue along the roof of her mouth, how sensitive she was to stimulation of her nipples, and even though she claimed to dislike it, how she would shudder with ecstasy and scream when he pounded into her roughly.

Recalling every detail from their past encounters, Camian tried his best to make sure Liv felt everything deeply, that she could enjoy their time together. Even though he hadn’t reached his own release, Liv’s moans of pleasure were enough for him.

But the day after, Liv’s behavior was strange. Camian could have borne it if she had spat in his face or hurled insults at him, but the way she avoided him was unbearable.

“Did I fail to satisfy her? Or is she regretting that it was a moment of impulse?” He doubted it was the former, given the sweet sounds Liv had made while they were together.

Once again, Camian sank into a deep pit of self-loathing.

“Stab me.”

“What?”

“Practice.”

“Practice for what?”

“For when I go crazy and come after you again.”

When he handed her the dagger, Liv, horrified, immediately knocked it away. Camian’s anxiety surged. After everything he had done to get here, he couldn’t bear for Liv to hate him. What if she refused to ever look at him again? His heart pounded with fear. What could he do? How could he fix this?

“I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll get on my knees and beg, let you hit me, live my life as a criminal forever if that’s what it takes.”

“……”

“…Just don’t push me away like this.”

Camian anxiously waited for Liv’s response.

“Camian, why are you on your knees? Sex is just sex.”

Right now, begging was all he could think of. He felt desperate, as though he wanted to lick her feet like a dog, just to win even a scrap of her attention. But her reaction was cold, colder than anything he had imagined.

“Do you think things between us are going to change just because we slept together? The reason I was avoiding you isn’t anything dramatic. I was just worried I’d want to do it again. But if we keep doing it, I don’t think my body can handle it. You know that. I can’t push myself too hard.”

“So, what? I’m just supposed to stand around with my dick hard, waiting for you to want me again?”

“Can you do that for me?”

The pain Camian felt now was worse than the hundred years of torment when his body was being torn apart. Even then, he hadn’t suffered like this. The fire spreading in his chest was consuming him, turning him into ashes from the inside out.

However, he soon realized that Liv wasn’t being entirely honest. Liv was terrible at lying. In the past, her sudden coldness had shocked him into reacting without thinking clearly, but now, upon reflection, he saw that while her words were sharp, her face revealed her true feelings—she was worried she had hurt him too much. It was written all over her expression.