Blame v2c20

Evil cleanly resolved the disaster in Armal and, after spending a short vacation at the beautiful Yuchuri Beach, was invited to the presidential residence before returning to Alcity. It was a banquet where the president and political and business figures of Armal would be in attendance.

Since it was a formal occasion, his attendants had brought custom-made three-piece suits. Even Cheche, who always wore casual clothes or casual suits at such occasions, was provided with a sharply tailored three-piece suit this time. Evil had naturally notified them at first that he wouldn’t attend, but when he saw Cheche receiving the custom-made suit in bewilderment, he decided to attend as if possessed.

At that moment, Evil was quickly changing his clothes. He casually discarded the vest as usual, unbuttoned three buttons of his shirt, and waited for Cheche to come out with strangely sparkling eyes.

‘Hey, why are you guys trying to put a suit on a little kid like that? It definitely won’t suit him at all. I should take a picture and tease him forever. It’ll look like a little kid wearing adult clothes….’

Evil, who was fully prepared to tease him, couldn’t close his mouth when he saw Cheche come out wearing the suit. James also briefly expressed admiration beside him.

‘……’

Cheche passed over the reactions to his attire indifferently. Evil was actually the one getting worked up about Cheche, who didn’t even ask how it looked wearing clothing he’d never worn in his entire life.

‘You can’t wear clothes like that. It’s too seductive. You look like a demon who descended to seduce humans.’

‘A demon?’

‘Yeah, you know, the naked demons. They seduce people and drag them into the abyss to….’

‘Take their lives?’

‘What? No! That’s not it. Why does it turn out like that!’

Evil was startled.

‘I mean you look like an angel, not a demon. Shit, I absolutely didn’t mean you’re bad like a demon. Just try misunderstanding. I won’t let it slide.’

‘……’

‘Don’t stare at me. It’s too seductive.’

Since no skin was exposed except for his face and wrists, Cheche didn’t understand and tilted his head.

However, this time even James agreed. He normally only looked like a boy, but dressed up like this, he was unmistakably a beautiful young man. Dark brown skin with golden eyes, gray hair… The beautiful young man with a slender waist, good body proportions, and upright posture. Wearing a jet-black suit perfectly tailored to his body size, he was so seductive it was frightening to look at him.

‘You, turn your eyes away.’

Because there was a real demon’s growl, James used all his might to stare into empty space.

After making other people look at empty space, Evil freely savored Cheche’s figure. Since it was custom-made clothing, his body lines were cleanly revealed. From his slender waist to his long legs. Despite his small stature, his face was small and his proportions were good, so when standing alone he absolutely didn’t look short.

Despite receiving heated gazes, Cheche walked looking only ahead without moving. Looking at the gray hair covering his round forehead, his densely grown eyelashes and red lips, Evil felt thirsty for some reason. He swallowed dry saliva and stretched his neck for no reason. Still, the itchy feeling in his stomach didn’t disappear.

***

“Director, when we go in now, the Armal president will be there. Couldn’t you at least use respectful language with him?”

“No. If it bothers them, tell them to drop formalities too.”

Before entering the banquet hall, James earnestly requested, but Evil refused flatly. Evil occasionally used respectful language at official events when he felt like it, but today seemed to be a day when he didn’t feel like it. Cases where Evil used respectful language were extremely rare. Instead, he didn’t particularly care if the other party spoke informally to him.

Having been refused once, making it difficult to ask again, James gave a look to Cheche following behind Evil, meaning to please ask.

‘If you ask, he might listen. Even if you ask repeatedly, he won’t get angry and will listen to you. Please try.’

“You motherfucker, what are you doing to the kid? I’ll gouge out your eyes.”

“I, I’m sorry.”

Evil immediately blocked it, but Cheche, who was by no means oblivious, noticed what James was trying to convey. However, Cheche said nothing. He was so silent that Evil actually turned to look at Cheche.

“What, refugee. If you have something to say, say it.”

“I don’t.”

Cheche had absolutely no intention of asking Evil to use respectful language.

Evil was very satisfied with that.

When Evil and Cheche and the attendants entered the banquet hall, the waiting people greeted them with tense faces.

“On behalf of the people, I express our gratitude, Evil User-nim. I hope you have a pleasant time.”

The Armal president used Alcity language fluently.

Evil roughly nodded his head to the Armal people who were repeatedly thanking him as if making deep bows, and sat down.

Most of the food that came out wasn’t perfectly Armal-style but fusion cuisine. Thinking it was fortunate they’d fed him Armal specialties all weekend, Evil pushed an Armal seasonal fruit drink toward Cheche. Evil’s sitting posture was already turned toward Cheche.

The president sitting across from them spoke in Alcity language.

“Will the Director hold a press conference immediately upon returning home?”

“Ah, right. How annoying… I was forgetting about it, don’t remind me. Hey, don’t just drink water, eat this too.”

His speech was very delinquent, and he was also distracted caring for the refugee next to him. The president pondered and opened his mouth again.

“We are very grateful that you opened up your abilities for the first time for our country.”

“Forget it. I’m regretting it. Just thinking about how much more annoying it’ll get from now on irritates me… How is it, sweet?”

Evil grinned while watching Cheche suck on the straw. Cheche nodded with the straw in his mouth. Both hands firmly grasped the glass. To others it just looked like he was normally drinking a beverage, but to Evil’s eyes, he looked like a baby bird pleased with a delicious drink he was trying for the first time.

“Well… as you’ll see on the news, all our citizens are also grateful to Advisory Director-nim, and to express that gratitude, they’re marching through the streets holding Alcity’s national flower. In Armal we have a culture of marching on auspicious days. It would be nice if you stayed longer, but since you’re leaving today, we’re hastily holding a modest march of gratitude, so how about showing your face before you go?”

“Damn, so freaking cute.”

“……”

“Your hair is falling down.”

Very fortunately, the person Evil found freaking cute was not the Armal president but the refugee sitting next to him. Evil reached out and swept back Cheche’s hair. The Armal president, completely ignored, creakily turned his head toward the ‘freaking cute’ boy according to Evil’s expression.

Evil fiddled with the dark gray hair. The owner of that hair just indifferently drank his fruit juice.

Cheche, the world’s most famous refugee.

He’d definitely heard they didn’t get along well, but this looked exactly like treating a lover… and, if the other party were an ordinary person, one should assume that, but since the other party was Evil, the president even broke out in cold sweat as he guessed.

‘He’s definitely planning to bleed him dry!’

He’s definitely planning to play with Cheche and then slaughter him when he lets his guard down. While saying his hair is falling down, he might cut off his head.

It was a strong conviction that this racist who hated the weak, this extreme egoist, this merciless tyrant suffering from antisocial personality disorder, couldn’t possibly have favorable feelings toward a refugee. If one believed only what they saw, it would become the scandal of the century, but the president and the Armal people didn’t consider that possibility at all.

‘That demon with such a genial smile.’

Even the attendants, who knew from watching Evil’s recent behavior that Evil was lenient with Cheche, were somewhat surprised by today’s appearance. They thought they’d gotten quite used to him acting strangely, but this was the first time he couldn’t control his laughter and treated him so affectionately.

What had happened at the villa over the weekend?

It was very interesting, though anxious since he might change suddenly at any moment.

“Is it good? You really like sweet things.”

“I don’t like them.”

“No. You like sweet things. Don’t you even know what you like?”

Evil patted his head a couple more times as if he were cute. While everyone was flustered, the president made the first move.

“Well, if you like sweet things, shall we send some **Sunhu** to the Center? It’s the season right now, so it’s very sweet and delicious.”

“Ah, shit.”

The moment Evil was about to tell the old man to shut up because he kept interrupting his conversation with Cheche, with the dynamic visual acuity of an SSS Motioner, he saw Cheche blink and part his lips.

Evil barely stopped just before uttering his voice. Thanks to that, Cheche spoke without being interrupted.

“If you give it to us, may I share it with the people at the residence?”

“…Why share it. You eat it all.”

“It’s too much for just us to eat.”

The president, who hadn’t said exactly how much Sunhu he would send, broke out in cold sweat after hearing Cheche’s words. The president, who had been thinking about three or four boxes, resolved to prepare at least a hundred ten-ton trucks.

“Right… us… that’s right…. we… us, right….”

Evil stammered like a broken machine for some reason.