Saving You, Villain - Side Story Part 4

As I recalled the firm muscles of his thigh pressing beneath me, I shuddered. The scene of his large, bony hand gripping and stroking his massive penis played back in my mind. When I couldn’t overcome my embarrassment and closed my eyes, he growled, “If you want me to finish quickly, keep your eyes open.” I had no choice but to watch him as he pleasured himself, searing the image into my brain.

And why on earth did he have to keep calling my name in that husky voice while panting? I nearly died of embarrassment. Camian didn’t stop there—he lifted his shirt and bit into it, revealing his tightly packed abs and chest muscles. The sight of his flexing muscles was ridiculously arousing. I was so thankful he hadn’t taken off his pants.

His breath quickened, and the hand stroking his penis moved faster than ever. The veins on his neck bulged, and his abs tightened. Before long, semen spurted out, splattering onto my hair and cheek.

I grimaced slightly, wiping it off with the back of my hand, but Camian’s eyes darkened before he suddenly leaned in and kissed me, pinning me down. Seriously, this was not the time for this. I bit down hard on his lower lip. Camian growled softly, “Alright, just a little more…” He swirled his tongue through my mouth before finally pulling away.

“Don’t pull this kind of stunt in the morning again.”

Camian didn’t respond, merely focusing on wiping the semen from my hair with an unreadable expression, his desire still evident in his eyes.

After kicking Camian out of the room, I changed my clothes and opened the window to air out the space. When I rushed downstairs, I found Debra, Jax, and Connor sitting on the living room sofa. Camian, now fully dressed and clean as if nothing had happened, was sitting with them. Just minutes ago, he’d been consumed with lust, acting like a madman, and now he looked like a completely different person.

“Camian, I heard you used to be that guy’s assistant. Can you please do something about that creepy monster?”

Assistant? Monster? I tilted my head in confusion and naturally sat next to Camian. The moment I sat down, Camian poured a cup of water and handed it to me.

“Drink up. You must be thirsty after all that screaming.”

…This insane man really knows no boundaries. I barely held back my frustration and quickly glanced around. Thankfully, no one seemed to have paid attention to Camian’s remark. I snatched the cup from him and gulped down the water. Camian watched me quietly, and when I slammed the empty cup down on the table, he turned his attention back to Connor.

“I tried to handle it, but the vine crawled up my arm and started oozing this slimy stuff…” Connor shuddered, looking utterly disgusted as he recounted the incident.

“…I nearly passed out.”

Connor grasped Camian’s hand desperately, pleading for help.

“No matter how much I burn it, it keeps growing back, and it’s getting bigger every day. I don’t know what that crazy alchemist was thinking, leaving that monstrous plant behind before vanishing…”

“I know how to get rid of it. I’ll stop by Lila’s house today. Don’t worry.”

“I knew it! I was sure the assistant would know. Thank you, Camian.”

Connor’s eyes filled with tears as he profusely thanked Camian, as if he’d never forget this favor. Whatever that plant was, it must have been truly horrifying.

After Connor left, Camian quickly finished his breakfast and started preparing to head out. I immediately followed him.

“Stay home.”

As expected, Camian turned me around and forcibly sat me on the living room sofa. Even when I tried to get up, he pressed me back down. Unable to resist his strength, I had no choice but to sit back down.

“Why! I know what that plant is. I saw it once before.”

The plant Connor had described was definitely the one I’d seen when I secretly visited Lila’s house. That bizarre vine that not only ejaculated but also screamed in a weird way. The memory of it was so vivid that I still hadn’t forgotten it after all these years.

When I insisted on going with him, Camian stared down at me with a blank expression.

“Don’t regret this later.”

I gave a nonchalant reply and went to the storage room to grab an axe. The weight of it made me stagger, but I could still manage. But Camian, who had followed me, swiftly took the axe from my hands and hung it back on the wall. Instead, he handed me a small dagger, more suitable for carving wood.

“Don’t overestimate yourself. You’ve never even used it.”

… I stared at the axe before letting out a deep sigh. Even I had to admit, swinging a sharp axe around without knowing how to use it properly was dangerous.

“…But this is way too small. I could barely slice an apple with this.”

“If the vine comes for you, stab it. Don’t waste your energy trying to cut it down.”

I glanced back and forth between the tiny dagger in my hand and the fierce axe on the wall, feeling some regret. Camian, meanwhile, gave me a little push from behind, forcing me to start moving.

“You’re not taking anything?”

“I don’t need to.”

He spoke nonchalantly. While I was agonizing over whether to take an axe or not, he just exuded calm confidence. Carrying an axe next to someone as casual as Camian suddenly felt a bit over the top. Not wanting to look ridiculous, I tightened my grip on the dagger.

***

The moment we arrived in front of Lila’s house, we froze in shock. I forgot how to breathe as I stood, stunned by the bizarre sight before me.

“C-Camian… Liv! Oh my god!”

Through the wide-open door, we saw thick vines wrapped tightly around Connor’s torso. They bound his arms above his head as if tying him up, while his legs were forced apart by the vines. His flushed cheeks and labored breathing were anything but normal. The green tendrils, like snakes, clung to his body, writhing as they pulled up his clothes.

“Connor… what on earth happened to you?”

“I-I felt bad letting Camian handle this alone, so I came to help, but this damn monster plant… Ah! Not there! No, ugh!”

A large hand covered my eyes, plunging me into darkness. With my vision cut off, my hearing grew sharper, and I instinctively covered my ears, trying to block out Connor’s increasingly faint cries.

I heard Camian turn me around and start walking toward Connor. Not long after, the agonizing wail of the plant pierced through my hands.

“Thank you, Camian. I seriously thought I was going to die.”

Connor, wiping the sweat from his face, hastily straightened his disheveled clothes.

“You wouldn’t have died. Unless the plant was trying to mate with you during its breeding season.”

“…What?”

“Just head back. I’ll take care of things here.”

“……”

Connor was still in shock, walking away like a man who had just lost something precious. He stumbled toward his home, looking like he might collapse at any moment.

“You too. If you’ve seen enough, why don’t you head back?” Camian said nonchalantly as he tore apart a vine as thick as his arm with his bare hands. I watched the plant wither under his grip, lost in thought.

“Hm…”

I rolled up my sleeves and started feeling my arms. It seemed like I’d gained a bit more muscle since yesterday… Maybe I could handle this too. Watching Camian effortlessly rip out the vines as if they were weeds didn’t make it seem too hard.

I kicked one of the severed vines on the floor, then confidently stood beside Camian, shrugging. He frowned at me, but I didn’t back down.

“Let’s finish this up before sunset and head back.”

I wanted to show I was nothing like Connor.

***

“Hng, Ca—Camian! Camian!”

I should’ve listened when Camian told me to go back. Now, as tears streamed down my face, I was filled with deep regret. The dagger Camian had handed me was long gone, taken by the vines before I even got a chance to swing it. Weaponless, I found myself helpless, my arms and legs bound by the slimy vines.

A sharp vine nudged my shoe off, brushing against my ankle like a tongue, tickling and sending a horrible shiver through me. My whole body broke out in goosebumps from the disgusting sensation.

I should’ve called for Camian the moment that first thin vine wrapped around my wrist… But I thought I could handle it, confident I could manage something so small. Now, here I was. While Camian was finishing off the vines in the living room, he eventually entered the bedroom where I was trapped.

The moment I saw him, all the tension left my body, and I began sobbing even harder. Camian leaned casually against the doorframe, crossing his arms, and looked me up and down.

“Quite the sight.”

“Get rid of this, please…!” I cried.

The humiliation of Camian seeing me like this was overwhelming, but there was no time for that. I just wanted him to get these vines off me. Camian strode over to me, his long legs quickly closing the distance. Since the vines had lifted me into the air, we were now eye level.

“You didn’t listen to me, did you?”

He pressed a short kiss to my trembling lips and pulled back.

“Now’s not the time for kissing!” I shouted, feeling the frustration boil over.

He lowered his head, chuckling softly.

“Hng… It feels weird, Camian.”

When he looked up at me again, a terrible feeling of dread washed over me. I recognized that expression on his face. His red eyes gleamed like the surface of a sunlit ocean, and a faint smile tugged at his lips.

“You… You’re not serious.”

I stammered, startled, because it was the same expression he wore when he was about to play one of his mischievous pranks.

“When your lover gives advice, you should at least pretend to listen, Liv.”

For a brief moment, he looked as sinister as a victorious enemy general. And here I was, the defeated, gasping for air, with no options left.

“When did you ever give advice?! You just barked orders at me!” I cried, my tears falling faster.

Camian kissed the tears from my cheeks, laughing quietly all the while.

I felt so powerless, bound and helpless, while he found all of this amusing. Something hot and angry started bubbling up inside me.

“Don’t laugh! I said, stop laughing, you jerk!”

“If you want me to stop laughing, maybe you should beg for my help instead of calling me names with those pretty lips.”