I Think I’m a Horror Game Villain - Chapter 73

Chapter 73

When I came to my senses, I was standing somewhere, talking to Dekir.

“Ha…”

Dekir had an expression that seemed somehow angry. No, rather than that…

‘He looks kind of sad.’

“I don’t understand.”

His voice, cold as ice, echoed in my heart.

“Why on earth are you dating that kind of guy?”

It was something I wanted to ask.

‘That’s right! Why on earth am I in a relationship with someone like Zion?’

“That kind of guy? Don’t talk nonsense.”

Words completely different from my thoughts came out of my mouth.

‘What is this nonsense? Am I going crazy too?’

It was clear that I wasn’t in my right mind.

To Dekir’s words that I was dating Zion, I couldn’t even ask what nonsense he was talking about. Instead, I was defending Zion, telling him not to talk nonsense.

‘Surely this isn’t a dream?’

It was too vivid to be a dream. Rather…

‘Heyna’s memories from the previous round?’

With that thought, everything that had happened so far made sense.

Heyna from the previous round was in a relationship with Zion? What was so good about that sleazy guy?

“Ha. So, you’re still dating him?”

Dekir chuckled briefly and sneered.

“So, what did that Zion do to you?”

“….”

“He left you to die and ran away, didn’t he? Didn’t he make you touch a device that was obviously a trap? Is that what you do to your lover?”

“…That’s.”

“Come to your senses, Heyna. That Zion doesn’t love you.”

“….”

“It’s just possessiveness.”

I couldn’t move or speak on my own, but I could definitely feel the emotions of the previous round’s Heyna.

When she heard that her lover, Zion, didn’t love her, she didn’t feel surprised or sad. Heyna didn’t care even after hearing those words.

As if she had known it all along.

“So. What are you going to do about it?”

Heyna seemed calm, as if she didn’t feel any emotional attachment at all after hearing those words.

“Am I going to break up with Zion and date you instead?”

“….”

Heyna knew.

That Dekir’s feelings for her weren’t just concern. It was possessiveness that went beyond the line, wanting to take her away from Zion and make her his own.

Heyna found it funny that while saying Zion’s feelings were possessiveness, he was looking at her with the same eyes.

“Dekir. You seem to be mistaken about something. I’m dating Zion because I like him. Zion and I may not have the same feelings, but that doesn’t change my feelings for him.”

“….”

“And even if I break up with Zion, I won’t fall in love with you, Dekir.”

“….”

“So please, don’t get involved between Zion and me.”

After throwing harsh words at him, who remained silent, Heyna turned away coldly.

She ran away until Dekir was out of sight, then collapsed onto the spot, staggering. Tears that she had been holding back fell down. A round stain formed on the skirt covering her knees.

‘Why am I suddenly crying?’

The emotion I felt this time was… apology.

‘I’m sorry… Dekir.’

‘She was sorry for saying such harsh words. But didn’t Heyna hate Dekir?’

It was strange.

All the words coming out of Heyna’s mouth were pushing Dekir away, but her heart, which she couldn’t express, clearly wanted him.

Heyna wished that Dekir, not Zion, was by her side. She wanted to smile brightly at the sad gaze that always watched her from behind and answer him.

That she had feelings for him too.

That she wanted to get to know him.

Heyna knew that this wish would never come true.

I couldn’t understand Heyna like that.

‘If you hate Zion so much, why did you become lovers with him? Was there a reason you had to?’

If only I could ask Heyna directly.

Why she became the villain. Why she ended up in a relationship with Zion, whom she didn’t even like.

‘Maybe I’ll find out if I look into her memories a little more.’

– …Heyna!

I heard a faint voice.

– Heyna!

A desperate cry that left no room for hesitation. It was Dekir’s voice calling out to ‘me’.

***

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a drop of water precariously hanging from the tip of my closed eyelashes.

My hair, which had been neatly arranged, was now a mess, soaked in water. The water that I hadn’t been able to wipe off ran down my pale skin.

The cold water hit my cheek. The senses that had disappeared with my consciousness slowly returned.

The trembling that was transmitted to my tightly clasped hands. The soft feeling of our lips touching and the hot breath filling my mouth.

Huh?

‘Soft, what?’

I shuddered.

If my eyes weren’t mistaken, Dekir’s lips seemed to be covering mine.

Perhaps sensing my movement, Dekir’s eyelids, which had been gently closed, opened halfway. His eyes, which met mine, wavered in surprise before gently closing again.

The lips that had been blowing air into me slowly fell away.

Why am I kissing Dekir? Am I still in Heyna’s memories?

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