Into the Apocalypse: Saving My Favorite Villain-Chapter 100: Shelter & Jealousy

Rosalia — POV

"Boss, hand out the portions."

"Henry, you too—go ahead."

"Ugh, how frustrating. The weather was calm just moments ago, and then the snow started falling violently. I even imagined the bulletproof glass of the car cracking from the sheer cold that hit us."

"No, idiot. The glass actually did crack. Honestly, with zombies and monsters everywhere, I’ve stopped being surprised by terrifying, unstable weather."

"When do you think the snow and rain will stop? Are we going to be stuck here for long?"

"You should be grateful we managed to find such a large, sturdy house to take shelter in. Otherwise, we would’ve died on the road today from the drop in temperature."

"Hey, by the way—Joe, Sebastian—can’t you control the snow since it’s made of water?"

Everyone was sitting around, heating their food and shivering from the cold while arguing noisily.

The atmosphere was lively, full of movement and cheer.

Robin smacked Frederick on the head and stole his hot meal.

Joe was dividing the children’s food portions with the father of the triplets.

The scene was hilarious—especially with a dad who knew absolutely nothing about parenting, and Joe, who looked cold and intimidating as he stared at the kids as if he were about to hit them.

Yet his movements as he handed them the food were gentle and precise.

I bet he’s a complete slave to children and soft, helpless animals.

There were also Henry and Liz.

Even though they were sitting together, it felt as though a massive wall stood between them.

And then there was Alex, acting like an adult as he tried to feed his little brother while the rest of his family ate and rested.

He really was always trying to appear older than his actual age.

He had been the one to light the fire to heat the food, then stacked several logs for warmth and placed them opposite the door so the wind would carry the smoke outside and keep us from suffocating.

What a good kid.

I must have sighed audibly, because Cassel reached out and touched my cheek, asking with eyes full of worry and affection,

"What is it? Does something hurt? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Facing that handsome, strong, and usually cold face, I couldn’t help but blush.

The mark from the slap I had given Cae earlier, when I was angry, was still clearly stamped on his beautiful face.

...Well, now I felt a little guilty.

Back then, I had been furious—my emotions had overtaken my mind.

But now, looking at that frightening red mark on his face...

"Does it hurt?"

I raised my hand and placed a single finger against the reddened cheek.

It felt like touching it would hurt.

No—it looked painful even without touching it.

"Mmm," Cae hummed softly.

Then he leaned his head into my hand lightly and said, almost teasingly,

"It hurts. It hurts a lot. Why don’t you help me make it stop?"

"Me?... How would I do that?"

Cae’s drooping eyes and spoiled, catlike behavior—like a cat rubbing against you and begging for affection—completely bewitched me.

So when Cassel said out loud,

"If you give me a kiss, it won’t hurt anymore,"

I didn’t hesitate for even a second.

I leaned in and gently kissed him, right on the lips.

I watched as Cassel’s eyes widened slightly, then his lips curved into a small smile before he chuckled.

"What? Didn’t you tell me to kiss you?"

"I did."

Cassel gave me a meaningful look, then continued in a cheerful, teasing voice,

"But I meant you should kiss my cheek—where it hurts."

"Ah—damn it." I’d been played.

Now it looked like I had just taken advantage of the opportunity to kiss him.

"Cassel Zancroft, you—"

"What? Are you trying to hit me again? I’m still hurting from your previous slap."

"Who said I was going to hit you?" I stared at him in shock.

Cassel gestured casually and said,

"Then why are you clenching your fist? Rose, you’re scary."

"I’m going to report you for domestic violence."

"You can’t be serious."

I was just about to stand up and move to another seat when Cassel’s strong arms wrapped around my waist, stopping me from getting up.

"Alright, alright. I’m sorry—I was joking. Stay with me."

The way he said stay with me sounded as though he pressed the words firmly between his teeth.

I looked at him and found him smiling.

In the end, I sat back down and continued eating my food slowly.

Everyone was eating, laughing, talking—the atmosphere warm and comfortable.

Until the sound of car engines mixed with the rain echoed from outside.

A few minutes later, a group of people entered the house.

Two of them were guarding the door.

Frederick had raised a circular earthen wall around the house, about three meters high, to protect us from zombies and other creatures.

He’d left a small opening for a door so we could enter and exit.

The newcomers came in, looking absolutely miserable.

I raised an eyebrow when I saw the man in front and the heroine behind him, who looked like a soaked puppy.

Mary stood there in her pure white dress.

Yes—still white. Or rather, almost transparent now, revealing everything beneath it.

She truly looked like a prostitute, with all those curves and that blatant allure.

Mary stared at me as if I’d killed her father or something.

I smiled provocatively and moved closer, slipping further into Cassel’s embrace until it felt as though our bodies were pressed together.

Cecil’s group and Mary remained standing, while the other groups rushed inside, sat closer to the fire, and began removing their wet clothes to change.

"Hey—what are you doing?"

Suddenly, darkness surrounded me.

I immediately realized Cassel had covered my eyes with his large hand.

Without my sight, my other senses sharpened.

I felt a faint brush near my ear, then a deep voice—thick with desire and obsession—reached me as Cassel’s breath grazed my ear and neck, making me shiver.

"You’re my woman. I don’t want you looking at other men naked."

"What... what kind of thinking is that? In this ruined world, who even cares about bodies?"

I said that—but regretted it a second later.

Especially when an image of Mary’s exposed, shameless appearance flashed through my mind.

Her obvious curves, her wet, tempting look...

Damn it.

I moved quickly.

Since Cassel was still firmly covering my eyes, I could only grope around for his face for a few seconds.

When I finally placed both my hands over his eyes, I said sharply, my voice firm,

"You’re not allowed to look at other women either—especially some prostitute."

It was obvious who I meant.

I felt Cassel’s chest muscles shake.

I knew it—he was laughing at me, that villian.