Whenever I participated in a gate subjugation in the provinces, the Center would provide lodging. Since I was an S-rank, I usually got a fairly nice hotel room—but this was on a whole different level.

What kind of hotel room comes with a living room and a study?

Honestly, more than being impressed, I felt uneasy. Sure, Joo Seunghyuk was rich, but there’s no way he booked a place like this just to help with digestion or something.

“Do you want to wash up first?”

Of course, that question came.

For a brief second, I wondered if saying no might make Seunghyuk lose interest. But before I could finish the thought, I realized: he’d probably just imprison me again.

From hospital imprisonment to hotel imprisonment...

I nodded obediently. I didn’t want to get locked in a hotel. I wanted to be dumped by Joo Seunghyuk, not imprisoned by him.

“Okay.”

As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I let out a deep sigh.

How did it come to this? I’d planned to act like such a mess that Seunghyuk would lose all interest in me—yet somehow, I ended up in a hotel room with him.

Had I made some kind of mistake?

I began taking off my clothes, still wondering where I went wrong.

The uniform, designed entirely with looks in mind, was packed with unnecessary buttons. It was annoyingly hard to put on and take off.

When are they going to change this uniform? People keep saying it needs to be more practical, but no one ever seems to actually do anything.

There was a survey last winter about changing the uniform, and supposedly the overwhelming response was to keep it as is.

Definitely the seniors' doing. They’re graduating, so they want us to keep wearing this uncomfortable crap.

When I graduate, if they run another survey, I’ll say not to change it too.

Grumbling, I fumbled with the buttons. Just then, the door opened and Seunghyuk walked in.

“What?”

“I’ll help you undress.”

“N-no, I’m fine.”

“What if you mess up and a button pops off? Are you going to cry?”

“...I won’t cry.”

“You will.”

Seunghyuk smirked.

This bastard was clearly teasing me. But it was hard to flat-out refuse, so I just let him do as he pleased.

Seunghyuk’s long fingers began unbuttoning my uniform one by one.

As he leaned down to reach the buttons, his face came so close it looked like he might kiss me. His eyes—so pretty they looked like they had gemstones in them—captivated me before I even realized it.

He always did this. One moment I’d be scared to death, then I’d see that innocent face of his and forget everything.

Was it because it reminded me of the boy from seven years ago?

I knew about Seunghyuk’s miserable childhood. But the moment I realized this ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ was a novel world, I chose to run.

Back then, I was too disoriented by the realization that this world was fiction. All I could think about was escaping from the obsessive man who might kill me.

I’d thought that was the right choice. Even now, after becoming entangled with him again this year, I still believed it.

But every now and then, when I saw Seunghyuk’s gentle side, a sliver of regret would creep in.

Right now, there were no feelings—no affection at all—between Seunghyuk and Kim Jun.

And yet, just that one altered first encounter had caused such a massive change.

What if I’d made a different choice seven years ago? What if I’d stayed by his side and comforted him, even a little? Would the future have turned out differently?

I was scared of Joo Seunghyuk, and I was also sorry. That’s why I wanted to get away from him as soon as possible.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“...Because you’re handsome.”

Seunghyuk let out a short laugh.

“You really are such a little fox, Lee Yeonsu.”

“I’m a fox?”

“You didn’t know? You’re so wicked it’s hard to even describe.”

Wicked, huh. No one had ever called me that—not even in my past life.

After undoing all the buttons on my uniform jacket, he moved on to the crisp white shirt beneath. Seriously, this outfit had so many buttons.

Each time he undid a shirt button, his fingers brushed against my skin. The sensation was strangely heavy, vaguely indecent.

And he says I’m the fox?

There was no reason for him to be touching around my chest just to undo buttons. I wanted to protest, but bit my lip and held back.

The moment the last button came undone, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Y-you can go now!”

“I’ll undress you.”

“No, I’m good.”

I pulled off both the shirt and jacket in one motion. Seunghyuk, watching me scramble, reached for the showerhead and turned on the water.

“What? Planning to shower first?”

“No. I’m going to wash you, hyung.”

“What?!”

“My baby can’t even wash his hands—how’s he supposed to shower on his own? Come here.”

He tested the water temperature with his hand like he was seriously going to do it. I frantically waved him off.

“N-no thanks! I’m fine!”

“Come here.”

“I can do it myself!”

“Lee Yeonsu. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“Yes, sir...”

The moment his voice dropped, I lowered my head and answered immediately.

In the end, I surrendered my body to Seunghyuk’s hands.

***

Shame.

I was the eldest son in a big family. I’d matured early and started bathing on my own in kindergarten. And now, here I was in college—being washed by someone else.

Someone younger than me, at that.

To make it worse, Seunghyuk was now drying my hair. The droning whir of the hairdryer sounded like the end of the world.

“Why do you look so down?”

Seunghyuk grinned and poked my cheek with a finger.

“I said I could do it myself...”

The complaint slipped out without me realizing.

Not only had he insisted on washing me the first time, he also refused to let me wash myself after we had sex. When I reluctantly gave in, he came into the bathroom and did... those kinds of things.

He’s seriously the worst.

“If you can’t even wash your hands, how are you going to wash the rest?”

“......”

God, just kill me. Why did I say that? There were so many other ways I could’ve acted like a pain in the ass...

Still, I couldn’t give up here. If I let things end like this, I’d be left with nothing but humiliation.

I had to start acting up again—get Seunghyuk to dump me.

“I’ve got class first period tomorrow.”

“I know.”

“Give me a ride.”

Seunghyuk’s first lecture tomorrow wasn’t until noon. If I messed up his schedule, he’d get annoyed.

If I acted selfish and demanding like this, how could he not lose interest?

“Okay.”

...What? He agreed that easily? That’s not how this was supposed to go.

“Oh, and I need to be there by 8 a.m. I want to eat breakfast in the dining hall.”

The hand drying my hair froze mid-motion.

Did I go too far? Was asking to be dropped off by 8 crossing the line?

Seunghyuk was an early riser, but still... maybe this was too much.

I didn’t want to get targeted by an obsessive yandere—I just wanted to get dumped.

I hurried to fix the situation.

“T-the meals are free, but I guess I can skip breakfast for one day. As long as I make it to class on time...”

“......”

Why isn’t he saying anything? The sudden silence was terrifying. Did I provoke the obsessive maniac too much?

“Ah, come to think of it, there’s a bus that goes to campus from here. I can just take that—”

If I mess around too much, I might really die. I’d been underestimating the risk of the narrative snapping back to kill me, like the villainous sub-bottom I technically was in the original novel.

Just then, as if to confirm my fears, Seunghyuk’s voice dropped low.

“Hyung.”

“Mm?”

“Why are you saying something so obvious? You really think I’d have sex with you and then tell you to get to school on your own? You think I’d let you skip breakfast? You see me as that much of a piece of shit?”

“N-no.”

“Don’t worry and rest. Room service here is good, so don’t worry about breakfast.”

“O-oh...”

Right, this was a hotel. There’s room service. Breakfast included. I’d been so focused on acting difficult I completely forgot.

“But don’t sleep in too late. It takes time to wash you.”

Wash me again? I jerked my head up in alarm.

“N-no, you don’t have to do that!”

“Wake up early.”

Seunghyuk repeated in that low voice. It was a command.

“Okay.”

I had no choice but to nod.

***

After finishing drying my hair, Seunghyuk even put pajamas on me—blue ones, probably custom ordered, since they didn’t look like they came with the hotel.

Having been babied the entire day, I collapsed onto the bed in despair.

“Hyung, are you asleep?”

“......”

I shut my eyes tight and pretended to be sleeping. If he thought I was awake, God knows what that sex demon would try next.

Since I didn’t respond, Seunghyuk must have thought I’d fallen asleep. He leaned down and whispered into my ear.

“I was really happy... that you said you wanted to see me today.”

“......”

“Goodnight.”

His lips brushed my cheek, then slowly pulled away.

***

My attempt to act like a mess and get Seunghyuk to dump me had failed miserably.

I got washed by him again in the morning. When he soaped every inch of me while cooing, “Good boy, my baby~,” I genuinely wanted to die.

My entire life as the eldest son had been upended. But I couldn’t give up now.

I tried to recall what Yeonsu had done in the original story that Seunghyuk hated.

Yeonsu acted like Seunghyuk’s money was his own. He was a lavish spender who burned through his massive Guide salary in a single day and even stole Seunghyuk’s credit cards. He wanted to marry for money and was obsessed with awakening as an Omega.

Seunghyuk despised Yeonsu for treating him like a cash machine.

Maybe I should ask Seunghyuk to buy me something expensive?

But I quickly gave up on that idea. I already had Seunghyuk’s black card—the very thing Yeonsu had desperately wanted in the original. I even had a ring on my finger worth as much as a building.

He’d bought me clothes and shoes just a few days ago. One of the jackets had so many buttons... maybe that was it. Maybe button-covered clothes reminded him of me.

It was hopeless.

Seunghyuk was spending money on me like water. Even if I asked for more, it wouldn’t make a dent.

Sure, there’s a difference between giving willingly and being exploited—but if we ever broke up, I didn’t want to be tied to him financially. Better to keep that boundary.

There had to be something else that would make him lose interest.

Ah, that’s it!

While brooding, the perfect idea suddenly hit me.

Yes. That’ll do it.

Something so revolting, Seunghyuk would dump me on the spot.