Ruby Doesn't Hold Back!
You see that?
While everyone was calling Ruby Scarlet a walking stick of dynamite, a personality-wrecked piece of trash, I planted a sense of justice in this bitch.
The pillar of fire in the back alley was a real sight to see.
At first she was all “Huh? Why me?” and went full rampage.
So I gently prodded her from the side, hit her with the “You chicken?” card, and her eyes spun right around into full re-education mode.
Result? The thugs got cooked well-done, and the elf we saved cried and bowed.
Ruby, who’d only ever been cursed at her whole life, heard “thank you” for the first time, got hit with cognitive dissonance, and her face looked like it was about to explode lmao
Honestly it was a bit… no, cute.
At this level, I’m the top-tier wild beast tamer, right?
I’ve got the leash gripped tight right now. Taking questions.
(Rough verification shot of Ruby Scarlet standing after teaching the thugs a lesson, rear view.jpg)
It did sound impossible.
But I made it possible.
I left a reply for WhiteMage in the gallery.
Sure enough, just like Geumbalgeoyudaisuki said, she had mellowed out a lot.
Was it because I got her drunk yesterday, or because of the psychological therapy?
That remained a mystery, but……
Anyway, it worked out, so that was good enough, right?
I snorted a laugh and kept scrolling through the replies.
Well…… thinking about it, there was no real downside to letting my guard down a little.
If she showed another rebellious phase……
Then I’d just gift her another stimulating treatment that would show her paradise.
I’ll say it again: physical relations with a villainess are forbidden.
Meaning even dating carelessly could end in disaster.
Even if it meant becoming a eunuch, that particular act was off-limits.
Huh?
Not head-on?
I stopped scrolling with my finger.
Of course not.
I hadn’t even started the affection work yet, so a villainess was still a villainess.
I kept reading Gogumador’s words while organizing my thoughts.
Ah. It felt like I’d been smacked in the head.
That was exactly right.
When an abused dog receives a warm hand for the first time, it doesn’t wag its tail—it hides in a corner and trembles.
Because unfamiliar kindness is terrifying.
Ruby was the same. Yesterday’s cheers and thanks might have felt to her like a poisoned chalice.
Certainly, treating her that way might be better.
Looking back, that had been the case.
Rather than speaking with words, it seemed massages or certain movements had been what treated her heart.
Gogumador’s words weren’t wrong.
Click.
I closed the window after Gogumador’s advice.
Even so, a bitter smile naturally spread across my lips.
“……A safe base, huh.”
Gogumador was definitely right.
Ruby was confused right now.
Terrified of the good deed she’d committed, she would try to raise her thorns again and hide.
If, at that moment, I wordlessly held her……
If I used my body heat to tell her that the warmth she feared was actually safe……
“Hoo…… Then shall I go reassure her a bit.”
I rose from the bed.
Today’s treatment method was decided.
Massage? No. Today, simply holding her tight so she couldn’t run would be enough.
Until the anxious cat found stability.
But then.
Creak—.
“……?”
The hotel door was opening very carefully.
Through the crack, a flash of crimson hair appeared.
Speak of the tiger and it appears……
Ruby Scarlet had come of her own accord.
“Oh, Miss Ruby?”
“Hah……? You finally awake?”
I had learned Gogumador’s advice less than a minute ago, yet the golden time had arrived faster than expected.
I quietly looked at Ruby and smiled softly.
“Ahh, yeah, I drank way too much. Hahaha……”
“Haa…… Waking up in the afternoon. Seriously, what a lazy brat is this?”
“……Ahh, is that so? You stayed quiet today too?”
At my words Ruby briefly closed her mouth and hesitated.
“……”
Then, soon, an uncomfortable look crossed her eyes.
“You…… this morning.”
“Yes, this morning?”
“……Ahem. Nothing weird? Like a smell.”
“A smell?”
I put on a deliberately clueless expression and asked back.
Ruby’s red eyes flashed sharply, as if scrutinizing my reaction.
“……Yeah. Like, a rotting smell in the room or something. Didn’t notice any weird odor?”
“Well. If I had to say……”
I naturally crossed my arms and pretended to think hard.
“Nothing particular, any scent……. Ah, come to think of it!”
“……?”
I slowly approached her.
Ruby didn’t step back.
Instead she lifted her chin and glared at me.
Having grown used to her gaze, I ignored it and leaned my nose in slightly.
“Sniff, sniff.”
When I made a show of flaring my nostrils and inhaling the air, Ruby’s brow furrowed hard.
“Hey.”
“……Yes?”
“Don’t sniff around like a damn dog. It’s disgusting.”
A vicious barb.
But I paid it no mind and took another step closer.
The room was filled with the scent of rose perfume.
The fact that this vicious woman had doused herself in a flower fragrance that didn’t suit her at all was the comedy point.
“Ahh, you mean this smell?”
I smiled softly as I spoke.
“The scent is really nice.”
“……Hah?”
“Where did you spray it……?”
Gogumador’s words floated up.
……Suppress her with non-verbal actions. Hold her tight, or hold her hand.
Right, now.
I lightly took hold of her wrist.
“Hah?”
“Ahh, you mean this smell?”
“……?!”
“Let go.”
“Let’s check a bit.”
“If you don’t let go by the count of three I’ll turn your wrist into charcoal. One.”
Real crimson sparks flew from Ruby’s fingertips.
It wasn’t a bluff. This bitch would actually burn me.
But instead of retreating, I yanked the wrist I’d grabbed straight to the tip of my nose.
Following Gogumador’s advice, for non-verbal treatment……
“Two.”
I smiled leisurely and pulled her wrist hard toward me.
Since it had to be non-verbal per Gogumador, like a real alpha……
Exuding the scent of a strong male……
With a “Hey! You’re mine!” kind of vibe, I had to push in.
“It’s rose, huh. Wow, you smell great.”
Close enough that our noses almost touched.
I sent her a deep gaze, ready to drive the wedge home.
But.
“……Three.”
Ruby’s expression twisted.
Embarrassment? Fluttering? No.
“Don’t cling to me, you pervert bastard!”
Whoosh!
“Uh……?”
In an instant my vision tilted.
She seemed to dive into my arms by reversing the force I’d used to pull her—then her leg hooked my knee perfectly.
“Aah!!?”
A clean, perfect leg sweep.
Thud—!!
“Gah?!”
The sensation of the world flipping over hit me as my back slammed into the bed mattress.
If it hadn’t been a soft bed, the impact would have folded my spine in half.
“Ugh, hah……!”
I sprawled out staring at the ceiling, breath completely knocked out of me.
And above me, a shadow fell.
“Seriously, you little brat……!”
It was Ruby. She had grabbed my collar, climbed onto the bed, and pinned me down.
Her face was flushed bright red.
Not from embarrassment, but because my sudden skinship had given her goosebumps and triggered a reflexive defensive move.
“Hey, are you crazy?”
Ruby panted as she shouted.
“Why do you keep pushing in and making a scene?! It’s disgusting!!”
“Ah, no…… calm down a bit……”
“Why are you smelling me?! Are you a pervert?! Did I smear honey on my body?!”
She was sincerely revolted.
Anger management disorder.
For her, “holding back” was never an option.
Feels burdensome → gets irritated → shoves it away with force.
That simple, clear way of thinking had just wrecked my back.
“Ugh…… goosebumps, seriously.”
Ruby released my collar with a snap, shuddered, and hopped down from the bed.
She scrubbed both arms as if she’d just touched a bug.
“Don’t touch my body again. One more sticky move and I’ll actually fold your spine next time.”
“……Y-you know judo too?”
“It’s self-defense, idiot!”
Ruby roughly swept back her messy hair and strode toward the door.
Then she grabbed the doorknob and shot a sideways glare at me still sprawled on the bed.
There might have been a faint flush on her cheeks……
Haa……
Still, it was lucky she hadn’t used fire.
Right, I’d forgotten.
That bitch has anger management disorder.
Fuck, Ruby never holds back……
“……Hmph.”
She snorted and snapped.
“Pervert bastard.”
Bang!!
With a rough noise the door slammed shut.
Thud-thud-thud. Even the footsteps fading down the hallway were full of anger.
Inside the room was me, sprawled in a big X after getting hit by a judo technique.
Only the faint rose scent she had left behind lingered.
“……”
I clutched my throbbing lower back and muttered blankly.
“……Gogumador, that fucking bastard.”
Non-verbal suppression? Safe base?
Complete bullshit.
A wild beast was still a wild beast.
Push in and of course you get bitten.