NOVGO.NET Chapter 1817: Bloodied Shirt
Chapter 1817: Bloodied Shirt
Villain Ch 1817. Bloodied Shirt
The breakfast was over in less than twenty minutes.
Allen didn’t linger over the food, didn’t dawdle like someone who had all morning. He just ate, cleaned his plate, stacked hers without asking, and was already at the sink before Azura could so much as protest.
The sight of him—topless, muscles flexing as he rinsed dishes in her tiny apartment sink—was, somehow, more obscene than anything they’d done last night.
Her brain just… broke.
She stared. Mouth slightly open. Her cheeks burned.
’Dear God, why is washing dishes sexy?’ she thought, dragging both palms over her face. ’This isn’t fair. Not at all.’
Water ran quietly, utensils clicked in rhythm. There was no awkwardness in his steps, no hesitation in his posture. Just calm, focused efficiency that screamed discipline. Control. The same control he’d used on her hours ago—except now, it was domestic. And somehow, that made it worse.
He reached for the towel. Dried his hands. Grabbed the shirt he’d tossed on the back of the chair last night without looking.
Azura froze the moment she recognized it.
That shirt.
Her heart dropped into her stomach. Her face ignited.
The fabric still bore faint, dried stains. Dark, but she knew exactly what they were.
It wasn’t just a shirt.
It was his.
Her blood. Her virgin blood.
He was wearing it.
Casually.
Like it was just another shirt in his rotation. Like it didn’t matter.
Like it wasn’t soaked with the single most mortifying symbol of what they’d done.
Azura’s breath caught. Her heart leapt straight into panic mode.
Her freaking innocence turned into fabric-based evidence—and now this man was buttoning it up like it was a damn fashion statement.
She jolted upright, nearly knocking her chair back. “You can’t do that!”
Allen blinked down at her, utterly calm, as if she’d just commented on the weather. “Why?”
“Because—that’s—!” Her hands flailed, words tripping over each other like a traffic jam in her mouth. “You can’t just wear that!”
“Why not?” he repeated, slower this time, like he was thoroughly enjoying watching her combust. His lips curved slightly. “You don’t have clothes in my size. Or…” His smirk deepened. “Would you rather I go out topless?”
Her jaw dropped open. “T-that’s not what I meant—!”
He leaned in.
Too close. Too smooth. Too dangerous.
His voice dropped to that sultry, teasing drawl that always made her spine short-circuit. “That’s very naughty of you, Azura. Want me walking around topless in public? You want people to see me like you did?”
Azura’s brain completely shorted out. She made a strangled noise and buried her face in her hands.
“Y-you—you’re joking!” she groaned, heat crawling up her neck.
“Am I?” he murmured near her ear, the smirk in his voice so tangible it practically touched her skin.
“You’re impossible…” she mumbled into her palms.
“That’s not the case,” she tried again, grabbing his sleeve in desperation. “People will know! They’ll see the stains and—and they’ll know we—”
Her voice collapsed into a whisper. She couldn’t even finish the sentence.
Allen raised an eyebrow, unbothered. “That I took your virginity?”
She made a noise so high-pitched it didn’t sound human. “Don’t say it like that!”
He casually adjusted the collar. “Relax. People won’t know it’s your virgin blood. They’ll probably just think I got in a fight.”
He paused, thoughtful. “Or that I killed someone.”
Azura stared at him in silent, slack-jawed horror.
“…Oh my god,” she whispered.
And Allen just grinned.
He chuckled at her expression, clearly enjoying every last drop of her flustered suffering.
Finally, she huffed, folding her arms with a pout. “Either way… just don’t wear the shirt.”
“I’ve got my jacket.” He reached for it calmly. “I’ll double-layer. No one’ll notice.”
“…Yeah,” she mumbled, defeated. “You’re right.”
He arched a brow. “Of course I am.”
“You were just teasing me,” she muttered accusingly.
“Yes,” Allen admitted immediately, his grin sharp as sin. He reached out and patted her head like she was a sulky kitten. “Don’t think too much.”
Her whole body flushed again, from her ears down to her collarbone. “I hate you.”
“You don’t,” he said smoothly.
Then he leaned down and kissed her cheek. Quick. Warm. Confident. Like it was routine now.
Her knees went weak on instinct.
He slipped into his jacket, rolled the sleeves once, and adjusted the collar with the casual precision of someone who always looked good, no matter the chaos behind him.
Then his tone shifted, clipped with quiet finality. “I need to go.”
Azura flinched slightly. “Now?”
“My dad and Emma don’t know I’m here,” he said simply. Like it was a fact, not a problem.
She bit her lip, resisting the urge to cling to his arm. “Be careful, okay?”
He gave a small nod and headed for the door.
But just before he touched the handle, he paused. Glanced back.
“Oh, right. I almost forgot.”
Her heart jumped. “What?”
He smirked. “The girls and I are taking a vacation. Mountain villa. You coming?”
Her brain hiccuped. “W-what?”
“Vacation,” he repeated with a low chuckle. “With me. With us. Do you want to come?”
“Yes!” she blurted before she even thought about it.
His smirk widened into something smug and satisfied. “Good. I’ll tell them.”
And just like that, the door swung shut behind him.
Azura stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Hands clutching the hem of her shirt. Face still boiling. Thoughts spinning like a rigged slot machine.
What the hell just happened?
I just spent the night with Allen.
He cooked in my kitchen.
He wore my blood like it was a trophy shirt.
He kissed me like it meant something.
And now I’ve somehow agreed to go on a vacation with him and his harem.
Her face couldn’t possibly get redder. Her mind screamed. Her dignity was nowhere to be found.
And yet…
She was smiling.
God help her.
She was smiling.
“…I’m doomed,” she whispered into the silence.
But the truth?
She didn’t want to be saved.