I yawned and moaned at what I saw. My sleepy system became perplexed when I realized it wasn't my pillow I was anticipating to be stroked with, but rather a leg-wait, what?!

When a warm breath touched the side of my neck, my eyes widened in surprise. I attempted to reach for the lenses on the side of my study table, as I had done before putting them on.

My lips parted as I gently shifted my head to the right, and I was surprised to see a man without a top and only wearing boxer shorts. As one of his arms curled around me, his leg ran slightly over my tummy.

"Ahhhhh!" I cried quickly and pushed him to the floor. I quickly wrapped myself in a blanket and sprang out of bed to keep my distance from him. "W-Who are you? H-How did you come in?" My back was virtually stuck to the corner of my room, and my legs began to tremble when I saw him standing up, his face grimaced as if his fall had been terrible.

When his gaze was drawn to mine, my jaw dropped. Not because I'm afraid of him, nor because he's topless, but because I've gradually recognized his familiar features.

From his ocean blue hair to his thick threatening brows, to his dull and innocent eyes, his perfect pointed nose, pinkish lips, and jawline, to his ideal gorgeous figure.

I immediately fixed my lenses because even if I wore them, my vision might still be blurry. However, when I did, his figure remains in front of me and does not dissipate.

"You've got to be kidding me," I said as I shook my head, causing a crease in his brow. "This can't be." Isn't it possible that I'm still dreaming? How could he have appeared in my bed while he was inside the book I was reading?!

As my eyes traveled to his full torso, I was distraught. I never expected a Russel Celvestrian to exceed my expectations. He's more than the stunning guy I'd envisioned!

"Wait, are you the one I fucked last night?"

My eyes widened at his abrupt query, prompting me to strike him with the alarm clock I'd discovered on the side of the study table.

"Pervert!"

"Ouch! W-Wait, I'm not doing anything wrong!" He grumbled that I wasn't paying attention because I kept tossing things.

I must be nuts. Russel can't be a real person! He was most likely one of those who read the novel and became a fan of the imaginary figure, so he emulated it! Then he came into my apartment and tried to sexually assault me!

"Get out! Get out or I'm going to call the cops on you, you disgusting young man!"

"Fuck! Ouch! Fine! I'll leave if that's what you want! Damn it!" He dashed out the door, his hands still shielding the objects I was digging out and hitting him with.

When he slammed the door shut and exited my room, I stopped tossing things. I dashed to the window and drew aside the curtain to sneak him outside.

I spotted him standing in front of my apartment, looking around as his brows meet. I believed he was going to leave, but I came to a halt at my stand when I discovered he returned to my apartment.

Before running down the stairs, I flung the comforter that was covering my body on my bed and fled the room.

"I said leave!" I spoke.

"Where the heck is my car?! And what the hell is this place?!?" he irritatingly said to me when he reached the living room which caught my vision.

"What are you saying? Hey, dude!" I said, pointing with my index finger at him. "I'm not sure what trip you're on in life, but you're in my apartment; also, don't look at me for your car because there isn't a big subdivision here where you can park!"

His jaw fell at what I said as if he hadn't expected it, and I expected to be able to yell at him.

What does he think of me? A fragile woman who can't break dishes? I may have looked frail, but if he truly tries to harm me, I will not hesitate to punch him in the face.

He combed his hair with his fingers, one after the other. "Look, I was at the club with my pals last night, and," he came to a halt and looked at me from head to toe, "you're not my type that I'm going to screw with."

I wanted to slap his mouth with what was flowing out of there due to his vulgarity, but that wasn't what drew my attention.

"W-Were you in the club last night?"

We exchanged glances till he nodded.

So, he's in the club last night, and his appearance and physique are nearly identical to that imaginary character named Russel.

"W-What's your name?" My chest began to throb as we remained quiet for a few seconds.

"Why would I tell you then? Don't tell me you kidnapped me when I was drunk because you wanted me?" he queried, perplexed that I couldn't believe I was looking at him.

"Pardon?"

"You're with that female I fucked last night? Are you two conspiring?" My mouth gaped in response to his question.

How dare he accused me of anything when he's the first to enter a lady's bedroom! When I didn't respond to his query with anything, he shook his head.

"Never mind," he grumbled, "just tell me where so I could go home."

I couldn't take my gaze away from his abdomen. Is it possible to get six-pack abs?

"Miss?"

I immediately looked back at him and hummed slightly. "Tell me first what's your name then I'll help you." I watched as he gulped, causing his Adam's apple to move, and the stare reverted to me.

"No."

I sighed closing my eyes firmly. Maybe I'm insane to think such.

Russel Celvestrian is a fictional character. It can't be him since, aside from the fact that he is real and I can sense him, Russell is a work of fiction and can only be seen in my imagination. Maybe I'm accurate about him being a big fan of him. Or perhaps it's just a coincidence that they both have the same hair color.

"Then get out."

I was lost in thinking while taking a bath. I'm curious if he arrived safely at his destination.

Although I admit he startled me, I had a sneaking suspicion that he was a thief or a rapist. It was unexpected because I noticed him on the bed next to me. He can't have just walked out like that or is it possible that his house is nearby and that he wore nothing but a piece of cloth.

Sleepwalking? Possibly.

But why is he in the search for a car? And he also mentioned going to a club with his friends the night earlier? Isn't it exactly as it appears in the book?

I was so frustrated that I put shampoo in my hair without even thinking about it. He must be insane, which is unfortunate because he is somehow attractive. But I'm not pleased with how he treated me earlier. When he speaks, he shows no control in his demeanor.

I discovered the red book on the floor next to my bed while I was still dressing. I quickly straightened myself and took it as I stuffed it into my purse.

I checked the time and saw that it was only ten minutes till my first class began.

When I exited the apartment, there was no indication of the blue-haired man.

I'm relieved, yet I can't get rid of the thought that I sacked him when he was wearing only boxer shorts. Gross.

"It's your first time being late. What's new?" Cario said as I came up with him in the middle of my trek down the hall to my room.

"Nothing, I just woke up late," I blurted out to him. I have no intention of telling him what happened. He's out of it, and I don't need to tell him anyway.

I was two minutes late, yet there was no professor when I entered the classroom. Almost all of the pupils were present and engaged in their activities.

I took my seat in the back and waited for our professor for a few minutes.

We'd been waiting for more than fifteen minutes, but not even a trace of our professor from the first period did not appear. I couldn't help but feel bored, so I carried my journal with me in the hopes of writing, but I couldn't because the environment was too loud.

My gaze was drawn to the crimson book I was reading in my open backpack the night before. After what happened earlier, I'm not sure if I'll read this again. But I don't have much of a choice because I'm bored. My poor luck because this is the only book I brought to read. I wished I had brought more.

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