Chapter 2 Oasis?
2 Oasis?
I nodded happily, thinking, ‘Is this the dimensional travel I’ve only heard about?’ I’d actually wanted to possess a martial arts novel I read a long time ago, but he said it was too outdated. Instead, he sent me here, claiming this recent novel would be easier to remember.
At first, I grumbled when I realized I was just a minor villain in a BL novel, meant to torment the main character, Ian, before getting brutally killed. But I couldn’t keep complaining— I had to stay true to the original plot.
Back in my original world, I wasn’t dead, so I needed to return. But the god warned me: if I altered the story’s flow, my soul could get trapped here or even torn apart by the threads of fate. So I tried hard—like, really hard—to act like Jaden, the trashy villain who torments Ian. I even went all-out with the cruelty! But now, just as my role was about to end—two months before he gets his head chopped off for trying to assassinate Ian—I messed up!
To survive, I had to die. But reality’s a bitch. And I screwed it up.
“Damn it, Park Min-soo!”
Right before my final act, I made a huge mistake. In the original, the main character never spends the night with me! But that beast pinned me down—despite being a soft, innocent protagonist! Did the author mess up the settings or what?!
「Haah… haah. It feels… too good. I’ve never felt this before…」
「Ugh, ah—ah! Ian, Ian! No… nooo… ahh!」
「Really, no?」
「Ah—ah… no… ahh, yes…!」
「Well, your lower half’s clenching around me like crazy. How could I stop? Ease up a bit, though.」
What do you mean “how could I stop”?!
As the alcohol wore off, memories of our “night” began surfacing. My own moans, ragged breaths, the mix of pain and pleasure. My trembling body, the slick friction of skin. Ian, wild and beast-like on top of me—
“Kyaaaak!”
“Erase it! Erase this cursed memory before it kills me!”
‘But why did Ian sleep with me? After all I did to him? Spilling wine on his clothes, mocking him for pretending to be nobility despite his lowly roots… He looked so hurt every time! Later, he’d force a smile whenever he saw me, like he’d swallowed crap!’
“Dammit, what do I do?!”
I pinched myself, hoping this was a dream, but my sore muscles screamed otherwise.
‘Shit, shit, shit! Will my soul get shredded? Or will I be stuck here forever? Neither’s good, but staying alive here beats dying. Wait—no. Even survival here isn’t living. Nothing’s happened yet… but that’s scarier. Like calm before a storm.’
As panic numbed my limbs and tears welled up, a thud echoed from the window. A fluffy, sky-blue fox stared at me—Cecil.
“Cecil! Ian and I—we…!”
Tearfully, I lunged at him, but he hopped away. ‘Jerk.’ I pouted, glaring. He clicked his tongue, morphing into a white-haired, blue-eyed man perched on the bed, legs crossed. He looked smug, like he already knew everything.
“You idiot. We’re almost done, and you pull this?” His tone was sharp but worried.
Cecil was my “helper” from the god—more of a nag, really.
“What’ll happen? Am I trapped here? Or soul-shredded? I worked so hard to follow the plot!”
*This isn’t fair!* All my effort, ruined in one night!
Sobbing, I clung to Cecil’s leg. Surprisingly, he didn’t kick me.
“Stop acting like it’s over.”
“B-but Ian and I…!”
“Quiet. I saw. Aren’t you embarrassed?”
He flicked my forehead, stopping my tears. I sniffled, staring up.
After ten years together, Cecil’s seen everything—me bathing, stuck in dog doors… Why blush over sex?
“You’ve seen me naked and wedged in a pet flap. This is nothing.”
“…True.”
He studied my snot-streaked face, then frowned.
“We’re mid-story, right?”
I nodded.
“You’ve played your villain role well, and your death’s soon. Correct?”
“Yeah.”
After a pause, he shrugged.
“Hmm. Seems fine. The world’s flow hasn’t broken. Maybe your dedication as Jaden offset one night with Ian. Or… Ian doesn’t remember.”
“Who wouldn’t remember?!” Cecil chuckled awkwardly, but hope warmed my face.
‘Wait! Before I threw the pillow, Ian mumbled, Who…?’
“No way!”
I cheered like, finding an oasis. Cecil smirked, patting my head.
“Relax. Maybe Ian thinks it’s a fling.”
“He doesn’t know it was me!”
“What?”
Cecil stared, baffled. *How?!*
“He was half-asleep, muttering ‘Who…?’ when I chucked a pillow and fled!”
“…You threw a pillow and ran?”
“Yeah! He’ll never know! I’m saved!”
Revived, I sprang up, grinning. Cecil shook his head, shrugging.
“Quick thinking, I guess.”
I beamed, stroking my own hair. Cecil gave a weird look, then shrugged again. PREVIOUS Patreon NEXT
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