There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: [Bonus Chapter] The Star’s Flower (2)

Radia Mallarc.

I found out about him way before I met him for the second time. It wasn’t hard. He was the sole direct heir of Althrea’s biggest enterprised, the descendant of Althrea Mallarc herself.

And of course, the moment I knew who he was, I also knew how different we were. How far away I was from him.

No, this wasn’t a story about a prince and a pauper. As the son of a general, I could say I had enough status to confidently say we lived in the same world.

That, however, meant nothing.

Because I knew the Mallarc detested the military.

It wasn’t something that was widely known to the public, but an open secret among the high society. Rather than animosity, it was just a cold relationship. Still, it meant that as a son of Eastern Federation’s General, I would be put at the very end of the spectrum among people in who Radia Mallarc might have an interest.

And Radia Mallarc, as it was, had nothing he was interested in, in the first place.

Such was the problem with someone whose life had been perfect since birth. Wealth, power, freedom--he had it all. Some petty people would say the only flaw Radia had was his plain face; not ugly, not pretty, just average. But could that even be considered a flaw? With his striking crimson hair and piercing crimson eyes, people still froze in his presence.

Be it because of his status or alluring charm, he had the power and ability to obtain anything he wanted in this world. He lived in such an easy mode that he got easily bored.

With a flash of his gaze, he could easily get someone on their knees doing his bidding. With a whisper of command, with a snap of fingers, with a wisp of a smile, everything was within his grasp.

What could someone like me, who didn’t even have the freedom to choose my breakfast, do to gain his attention?

No--to have all of his attention on me?

The answer was simple--to not be boring.

To not become someone he could easily grasp and owned, and then discarded once he finished playing with it.

It was easy to imagine myself walking over to him as I opened a classroom and caught him with another student. Easy to imagine coming closer and kneeling in front of him, just like that student. Kissing the bare legs, littering the milky white skin with marks.

What was hard was looking into the inviting crimson orbs and turning around, walking away from the personification of my desire.

The hard thing was keeping my hand away from his thin wrist and narrow waist every time we met for taming Bassena.

The hard thing was staying still and trying to concentrate on the textbook as he rolled around on my bed, smearing his scent on my sheet, audibly sniffing my pillow and blanket.

The hard thing was to pretend I didn’t know the suggestive look he threw at me, the lustful gaze, the flirtatious touch...

Not yet.

For now, he was just curious. He was curious about me; the stoic son of the general who never seemed to have any interest in anything. He was curious to see what kind of expression I made in the face of lust. He was curious to see how much he needed to do to break me.

It would be easy to relent. To indulge his curiosity and drown in his sweet invitation. To taste those devious lips and put tears in those playful eyes. He might even keep me as his toy for a while.

But that would be everything I would surmount to him; a toy. Something he could discard once he was bored. Just like all the students and teachers that he abandoned now.

Oh no--I would make sure he never got bored of me.

I indulged myself by thinking that he stopped sleeping and playing around because of me. Because of that insatiable curiosity. And if that was the case, then well...I should keep that curiosity going, should I?