Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

He was smirking like a lunatic when he straightened up, brushing nonexistent dust from his tunic. "Gotcha, Cassius," he announced triumphantly, grinning from ear to ear.

I rubbed my temple, sighing inwardly. These two were friends? I didn't know that.

'If we were, then surely he wouldn't mind if I retaliated a little... right?'

A sly grin crept onto my face. I leaned in close and whispered, "Run."

He didn't even wait for me to finish the word. He jerked in surprise, spun around on his heel, and darted into the crowd like a startled hare.

And I? I chased after him like a rabid dog let loose.

Tables were leaped over. Guests shoved aside. The banquet turned into a chaos-filled chase, the laughter of startled nobles ringing behind me. For a moment, the grand elegance of the hall melted away, replaced by the reckless thrill of the hunt.

Eventually, the blonde bastard ran himself into a dead end—an arched hallway that tapered off into a solid wall of polished obsidian marble.

I skidded to a stop, chest heaving but grinning like a madman. "Now, you can't run anymore!" I shouted dramatically, voice echoing off the walls.

He turned to face me, still grinning, chest rising and falling with quick breaths. "There's no way I'd let you catch me."

Then, with a shout, he activated a spell. "[Blitz Speed]!"