I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 354

Chapter 60: The Taste of the Witch

The girl’s waist was slender and soft, resting in his palm like a delicate willow that might snap with the slightest pressure or a silk that could slip away with a mere distraction.

As he looked at her somewhat pale face, Roy realized for the first time that a so-called witch was just a girl a year older than himself.

“How is it possible for you to fall while just walking?”

Leanna rarely looked away, mumbling softly, “I just tripped, that’s all.”

But before long, she returned to her usual self, lifting her eyes to tease, “However, you rushing over like that shows you really care about me.”

Roy scoffed coldly, “I just didn’t want you to fall and dirty my clothes.”

“Let’s just go with that~”

Roy straightened Leanna up, then forced himself to let go without lingering, ignoring her complaint of “just one more hug is fine.”

He examined Leanna for a while and noticed her complexion had returned to normal, even slightly more rosy than before.

Yet, the image of her earlier face, drenched in cold sweat and twisted with pain, was something Roy couldn’t unsee.

He knew exactly what that meant.

“Leanna, are you really okay?”

“Of course, if anything, I even enjoyed it~”

Leanna cheerfully walked past the young boy as if nothing had happened.

Roy emphasized his tone, “I’m serious, if you feel unwell, just go back…”

“No.” Leanna turned her head and looked over calmly. “I don’t want to go back.”

The slightly noisy autumn wind tousled her brown hair, but those purple eyes reflected a determination that wouldn’t yield.

After staring into those eyes for a long time, Roy finally conceded with a sigh.

“Fine.”

“So, where are we heading next?”

Roy caught up with Leanna, not daring to stray too far in case she tripped again.

After letting out a sigh of relief, a smile returned to Leanna’s face.

“Next stop, the theater.”

Just like how couples in his past life would consider watching a movie a classic option, in Veszyra, watching a theater performance was the trend.

So, Roy was not surprised by Leanna’s choice.

The Blue Moon Theater was the cash cow of the Blue Moon Commerce. After being damaged by cultists, it was quickly funded for reconstruction and had just reopened.

However, upon learning the name of the performance, Roy’s expression became a bit awkward.

“The Taste of the Witch,” the name didn’t come from this life or his past but rather from the memories of ‘Rogue Roy.’

To put it subtly, it was a film, the kind of top-tier quality.

Of course, a regular theater wouldn’t actually show anything inappropriate; it was just that the themes and costumes were a bit risqué, which fueled the imagination.

“Don’t always wear those yellow glasses of prejudice, Junior, this is art.”

Even if Leanna explained earnestly, Roy couldn’t believe she had any pure motives in watching this.

Especially since they were now in a small, dark VIP private room, squeezed onto a soft velvet sofa, having been informed by the attendant that the glass in front could see outside, but no one could see in.

Perhaps others booked VIP rooms simply to avoid being disturbed by other viewers and enjoy the drama casually. But even if it killed him, Roy couldn’t believe Leanna just booked the room to watch a play.

Next to him, Leanna expressed her excitement, “It’s my first time at the theater, I’m a little thrilled!”

“I’m not new to this; I’ve come with my maid before,” Roy shot back mercilessly, trying to ruin the vibe.

But surprisingly, Leanna tilted her head and smiled nonchalantly, “But this is our first time together, right?”

Her purple eyes sparkled with playful emotions, more enchanting than usual.

The boy was momentarily stunned and had no response.

Just then, the lights dimmed, music echoed, and the curtains fell on the stage, allowing him to escape Leanna’s gaze.

Roy focused his attention on the stage.

By the way, ‘Rogue Roy’ actually didn’t have the plot of “The Taste of the Witch” in mind; he only remembered various risqué dialogues and costumes, so he didn’t find it boring at all.

The story was about a gentlemanly boy, already engaged, who was lured by a witch into a painful struggle. Setting aside the explicit scenes, the story itself was quite interesting.

But with Roy’s extensive experience from his past life, he quickly realized it was yet another tragic story warning against infidelity.

Seriously, can’t you Veszyrans make a happy ending for once?

Roy complained inwardly, watching the romantic scene between the witch and the boy on stage, and thinking likely of a tragic ending, his enthusiasm waned.

Unexpectedly, a soft sensation brushed against his fingertips, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

With only the two of them there, it was obvious Leanna was up to her antics again.

Shamelessly trying to take advantage while watching a movie, how childish! And this tactic was just too amateurish!

Roy immediately withdrew his hand, not giving her a chance.

The drama continued, and the gentleman can’t resist the witch’s advances, being led to see the sunset and leaning on her shoulder, obviously on the verge of succumbing.

Tsk tsk, so innocent. As someone who’s had experience in romance, Roy couldn’t help but chuckle.

However, just then, a gentle scent of bellflower came wafting in with a delicate shoulder brushing against him.

Roy frowned and shifted slightly to keep his distance.

But Leanna, like a clingy fairy, unrelentingly followed him, moving closer each time he shifted away.

With no more room to retreat, cornered by the brown-haired girl against the edge of the sofa, Roy couldn’t hold back anymore, turning to her with a remark, “Seriously, the sofa’s so spacious, there’s no need to fight for space with me, right?”

“But I find you more comfortable, Junior.” Leanna replied earnestly.

“And, seeing the way they acted in the play, I wanted to try something similar.”

On stage, the plot was reaching a climax— the evil witch finally succeeded, cornering the young boy against the wall one day and violently seizing his lips.

A chill ran down Roy’s spine.

This girl wouldn’t actually want to recreate the scene step by step, would she?!

Feeling alert, the boy cautiously peeked at the girl beside him.

To his surprise, there wasn’t any of the wickedness and greed from the drama in her purple eyes; instead, they were filled with gentle, translucent moisture.

In his mind, the girl before him often resembled a cobra with a mischievous glint, toying with her prey.

But now, he felt as if she had transformed into an innocuous little water snake, almost as if she was pleading for something.

In the dim light, Leanna bent her waist, leaning in slowly, outlining a more alluring curve than usual in the young boy’s discerning eyes.

The boy could ruthlessly push away a hunter, yet he found it hard to resist this pleading, delicate demeanor.