I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 255

Chapter 108: A Treat

After settling the rescued girl, Douglas, who was in charge of organizing the camp, approached Roy and Nia.

The Prince of the Golden Sands looked equally exhausted, yet maintained his composure, politely saying, “You’ve worked hard.”

“It’s nothing, it’s what I should do,” Roy shook his head, humbly replying.

But Douglas then dropped the noblesse oblige smile, looking intently at them, and said seriously, “No, without you, we would have been dead long ago.”

“Let’s not even talk about how you repelled the Cultists; just this barrier alone is impressive.”

Douglas looked around, his eyes betraying his astonishment.

Other students could merely tell that the barrier was no ordinary thing, but as a prince, Douglas understood even more.

Among extraordinary items, barriers were among the most expensive.

High-level barriers capable of obstructing Cultists’ probing were rare, but not nonexistent. Still, one like this—portable, easy to operate, and set up so quickly—exceeded Douglas’s expectations.

This was at least a national treasure-level extraordinary item.

The ability to take something like this out at will, coupled with the power capable of confronting Cultists head-on, left Douglas completely convinced that Roy was no ordinary marquis’s son.

However, Roy waved his hand helplessly, “Not really, this is more thanks to Nia.”

After defeating the Cultists of All Things Wither, Roy tried to lead everyone to retreat, only to find the entire forest was under their control.

At that time, both Roy and Nia were running low on their extraordinary powers, and with the other classmates also exhausted, continuing like this would lead to their demise.

Though the situation was different from what they imagined, the Elemental Barrier: Remnant came into play at just the right moment.

The Elemental Barrier: Remnant could absorb the user’s extraordinary power to generate a corresponding barrier.

The reason it could prevent Cultists from probing was entirely due to Nia’s life source, the Western Wind, which had the ability to hide one’s presence and purify toxic miasma.

The barrier maximized the use of the Western Wind’s power, spreading out to create a safe haven.

Otherwise, relying on Roy and Nia to constantly release the Western Wind to protect everyone would have worn them out completely.

But the girl beside them looked a bit unhappy at this.

She quickly devoured the roasted mushrooms in her hand, pointed at Roy with a skewer, and mumbled, “What do you mean it’s my achievement? Clearly, it’s yours.”

“If it weren’t for you, I couldn’t have used the wind at all, you know?”

Nia, who usually loved the spotlight, became serious in front of Roy.

Roy scratched his cheek and smiled helplessly, “Without you, this barrier wouldn’t be useful at all.”

Douglas, standing by, felt a bit overwhelmed, thinking there was no need to argue about this, caught between the two of them’s playful banter.

After a while of bickering without a conclusion, seeing Douglas left out, Roy snapped back to reality and advised, “However, this barrier isn’t invincible; it’s only a matter of time before the Cultists discover it.”

“Before that, let’s rest while we can.”

Douglas nodded seriously.

“But right now, you two need the rest the most, right?”

“Huh?”

“First, you fought the Cultists, then set up the barrier, and went to rescue survivors. You both need to catch a break. So, I’ll take care of the watch.” Douglas said concernedly.

When he said that, Roy realized his body was feeling heavier, and Nia beside him yawned.

It was not just their extraordinary powers running low; their physical and mental stamina were thoroughly drained—they indeed needed to rest.

“Then I’ll trouble you, senior.”

Roy led Nia to a nearby tent before crawling inside.

Many students had lost their supplies during the escape, so there was a severe shortage of tents for the survivors present; most had been allocated to the injured, leaving others to sleep on the grass.

However, as the heroes responsible for confronting the Cult and establishing a safe haven, the two wouldn’t be criticized for having a tent.

But just as Roy lay down, he noticed a problem.

“Why are you in here too?”

“Isn’t this to save tent resources?”

Nia sat beside Roy, matter-of-factly saying.

“And I’m also here to treat you.”

As she spoke, she knelt down, looking excited, and then patted her soft, silky thigh.

“Come on, take this rare opportunity; you should enjoy a beautiful girl’s thigh pillow!”

In the dark, the smooth skin wrapped in her white stockings shook slightly as she patted it, mesmerizingly charming. The long journey had caused slight wear on her stockings, but it made her already enticing thighs even more alluring.

“This…” Roy gulped, caught in a dilemma.

“You’re not going to do anything weird, right?”

“Hey, what do you think of me?!”

“I just want to borrow your thigh to nap; what are you thinking?” Nia paused, then covered her mouth, breaking into a mischievous smile and teasingly added, “Or are you thinking too much just from this?”

“Tsk tsk, you’re quite the pervert.”

“You’re the one thinking weird things!”

Roy shot her a disapproving glare.

It’s just a thigh pillow! What’s the big deal? Sleep is sleep, heck no way!

Without further ado, Roy got up and laid his head down on Nia’s thigh, deciding to go all out.

The slick fabric of her white stockings felt smooth against his head, combined with the warmth and fullness of her leg—like sleeping on a soft water pillow—more comfortable than Roy had imagined.

In the air hung a gentle hint of jasmine scent, incredibly soothing.

Overhead was Nia’s cheeky smile and the nearly half-blocking view of her ample bosom, making Roy feel a bit bashful.

“What are you looking at?”

“Nowhere!”

Roy turned his head, changing to a more relaxed position, lying on his side with his face outwards.

Out of sight, out of mind. How could he rest staring at those distracting things?

Fortunately, after a bit of teasing, Nia didn’t cause trouble, merely providing her thigh pillow service quietly.

The inside of the tent was dark and quiet, devoid of the terrifying vines and withered branches, and there were no cries or screams from classmates, almost like a small world just for the two of them.

Breathing in that jasmine scent, Roy felt his fatigue slowly dissipate, his eyelids growing heavy, unable to resist the urge to close his eyes.

At that moment, however, a subtle itch arose on his arm.

That was a burn from the Embers of Destruction and the only injury left after his battle against the priest of All Things Wither.

He opened his eyes and noticed the girl tentatively reaching towards his wound with her fingertip, careful not to touch it, ultimately just resting her hand to the side.

Nia’s expression was unusually cautious.

“Does it hurt?”

“Nope.”

But Nia didn’t look up and instead lowered her head even further.

She gazed at the scar on Roy’s arm, scratching her cheek, and with a hint of guilt, she smiled wryly, “I just feel sorry for you.”