I Am The Game's Villain Chapter 579 579: I Missed You Honey

After my conversation with lfina, I walked out feeling more conflicted than ever.

They couldn't seriously be considering forcing Celeste into marriage—especially to Cyril.

"I heard you and Celes it's over?"

"Well, I shall take her for myself."

Rembering Cyril's words, I felt a surge of anger boiling inside . My hands curled into fists at the thought.

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"There's no way I'm letting Celeste fall into that bastard's hands," I muttered.

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A long breath escaped .

"Right…" I nodded, forcing my emotions down. There was no point in rushing in blindly.

I turned on my heel and headed straight for class.

The mont I stepped into the classroom, the weight of countless stares settled on once again. But this ti, there was a difference—a visible hostility radiating from nearly everyone. No one dared to voice their thoughts, yet their actions spoke volus. They kept their distance, an invisible barrier forming around my desk as if I carried so contagious disease.

I couldn't even bring myself to care.

With a quiet sigh, I slid into my seat, ignoring the silent tension pressing in from all sides.

A new professor entered shortly after, launching into the lesson without preamble. I barely spared him a glance. Instead, my gaze drifted outside the window, drawn toward the colossal Tree of Eden standing tall in the distance, its ancient branches stretching endlessly toward the heavens.

Would Ymir's Tree ever reach such a height?

Centuries, maybe even millennia, would pass before it could compare.

Or… perhaps not. With Freyja and Alvara nurturing it, the process might accelerate. Utopia was lucky—unreasonably so.

A sudden knock at the door cut through my thoughts.

"Enter," the professor called out.

The door creaked open, followed by an eerie silence. Then—gasps.

I barely registered the change in atmosphere, still gazing out the window. But then—

"Ho...neyy~"

"...!"

My body stiffened as my eyes widened in slow realization. That voice… That sweet voice—impossible to forget.

I turned my head, almost hesitantly.

And there she was.

Layla.

Standing in the doorway, radiant and breathtaking, more beautiful than I even rembered. Dark pink eyes shimred beneath the classroom's lighting—different from before. She was different from before. Raising her sunglasses to rest on her forehead, she smiled at , a hand on her hip.

The entire room was frozen. Mouths hung open, jaws nearly hitting the floor. So students looked like they were struggling not to drool.

And honestly? I didn't bla them.

"L—Layla?" I stuttered in disbelief.

Was this real? A hallucination?

I stood up abruptly, blinking once, twice, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.

Before I could react further, she stepped forward, closing the distance in an instant.

And then—she kissed .

"Mm—!"

I barely had ti to process before her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling into the kiss. Her lips were soft, warm and quite familiar. My arms instinctively moved, wrapping around her waist as I kissed her back.

The stunned silence in the room deepened, but I didn't care.

Without a second thought, I lifted her into my arms, holding her close as I walked out of the classroom, ignoring the stares, the whispers, the sheer shock radiating from every direction.

Right now, none of it mattered.

I carried Layla through the corridors, descending the stairs, our lips still locked in a heated, desperate kiss.

She was relentless. Every ti we briefly parted for air, she trailed soft kisses down my face—my cheeks, my jaw, my neck—before crashing her lips against mine once more. There was no hesitation, no restraint. Her hunger was intoxicating, pulling deeper into the mont, making it impossible to think of anything else.

We didn't stop.

Not even as we walked straight out of the academy.

I felt the weight of countless stares, students and professors alike gaping at us in disbelief. So whispered, others simply stood frozen in shock. None of it mattered. Layla's body was pressed flush against mine, her warmth seeping into , her scent overwhelming my senses. A sweet, addictive fragrance that made my pulse quicken and my thoughts hazy.

She was driving insane.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we broke apart.

"Ah~"

Layla let out a soft sigh, her breath uneven, her cheeks flushed a deep pink that reached all the way to the tips of her ears. She gazed at through lidded eyes, her expression one of sheer satisfaction—like soone who had finally quenched a thirst that had tornted them for far too long.

I wasn't much better. My breathing was ragged as I looked up at her, still holding her in my arms.

"…The hell are you doing here?" I finally asked, my voice rough as I struggled to collect myself.

Layla's lips curled into a soft, almost teasing smile. "I wanted to see you, Honey," she whispered. Then, before I could respond, she kissed again.

I groaned, breaking the kiss reluctantly. "You didn't have to co all this way… I'm leaving in a month."

"Oh, isn't that so?" She tilted her head, those dark pink eyes glowing with unreadable intensity. "But I needed to verify so things, Honey."

I frowned. "What things?"

She stared at , then her expression darkened visibly. "My brother told you married several won… started relationships with at least seven of them… and even lost your virginity."

A knot ford in my stomach.

"Is...that true, Honey?" Layla stared at so intensely that I thought for a mont her eyes were going to swallow up.

Damn it, John!!!

I swallowed hard, feeling a bead of sweat form at my temple. "T–That's… well…" I scratched the back of my head awkwardly. "I didn't want it to happen, Layla."

She narrowed her eyes. "Really, Honey?"

I averted my gaze. "Yeah, I promise."

Layla reached out, cupping my cheek with a gentle hand. Her smile was soft, but her eyes held sothing far more complicated—hurt, regret… and sothing else—darker.

"I should have taken it from you back in that prison," she whispered, her fingers brushing against my skin. "Even though you told no… You were mana-shackled. I could have easily had you."

Her voice was almost wistful, but the words sent a cold chill down my spine.

…That's called rape, Layla.

"It's not rape if we love each other, Honey. You would have loved it, even in that prison," Layla murmured, as if reading my mind.

Her voice was dangerously soft, teasing, yet filled with sothing deeper—sothing possessive.

I sighed, keeping my grip on her firm. "I wanted to do it sowhere more fitting."

Layla's lips curled slightly. "Yet you ended up giving it to another woman… soone you don't even care for, from what I hear?" Her voice dipped lower as she leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over my ear. "Do you know how that felt, Honey? I dreamt about being the one to take it from you," she whispered, sulking as she rested her head against my shoulder.

A smirk played at my lips. I leaned down and gently nipped her ear.

"Ahn~!" Layla gasped, jerking slightly before pulling back to look at . Her wide, dark pink eyes shimred with surprise, but beneath that, genuine pleasure at my bold act.

She liked it.

I chuckled, brushing my fingers along the curve of her waist. "We can still make it our first ti. You're here now, aren't you?"

Layla blinked, her cheeks deepening into a rich shade of pink. "H-Honey… I'm so embarrassed… yet so happy." She shook her head as if trying to steady herself, but the next second, she crushed her lips against mine again, unable to hold back.

This ti, she wasn't just kissing my lips, she was devouring them.

Her arms tightened around my neck, her fingers digging into my skin as she pressed herself even closer, molding against as if she wanted to beco one. I responded in kind, running my hands down her back, tracing her curves before slipping beneath the fabric of her clothes, feeling the warmth of her bare skin.

"Mmnn~I really missed you...Honey."

She shivered against my touch, but instead of pulling away, she let out a muffled moan and wrapped her legs around my waist.

Now, we were completely tangled together, bodies pressed flush, breaths mingling—both of us unwilling to let go.