"Hah…" I sighed, glancing around as I tried to think of an excuse to give Nelia.
Tsk.
"Co in," I heard her say, even though I hadn't knocked yet.
Fuck.
I placed my hand on the doorknob and twisted it, pushing the door open.
"…Nelia?" I called out hesitantly, but she didn't move an inch.
There she was, standing in the middle of the room—which, by the way, I would be moving out of tomorrow—her arms folded across her chest, her eyes squinted like a predator locking onto prey. I felt like a deer caught in headlights.
What's with that get-up? I thought, my gaze lingering on her attire.
She was wearing a gown that was... well, quite revealing—like sothing out of a Greek illustration of a goddess, radiating an air of regal elegance.
I walked in cautiously; she looked pissed.
"…I'm so sorry," I began, preparing to throw out an excuse, but she frowned and raised an eyebrow before I could continue.
In an instant, she was in front of .
She hugged .
Weird.
I felt a montary sense of relief—until I heard the faint sound of sniffing.
"I can't believe it," she muttered, her voice trembling slightly.
My body froze in place.
Oh, fuck.
I still hadn't figured out how she always managed to do this.
"Where were you today, Ryan?" she asked, her tone sharp, almost accusatory, like a pissed-off wife demanding answers.
"...So stuff ca up. I couldn't make it on ti," I replied, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly.
She nodded, but then her finger brushed against my lips, silencing .
"Lying isn't exactly your strong suit," she said with narrowed eyes.
Before I could respond, I found myself pushed into a chair. My eyes darted to the corner, where a mini table sat, laden with an assortnt of food.
Wait, how did she even cook all this?
"Look at ," she commanded, gripping my chin and forcing to et her gaze.
"Where were you?" she asked again.
"Out…" I muttered, trying not to say too much.
"Out? I see…" she murmured, her tone cold as ice.
Her knee pressed dangerously close to a sensitive area, sending chills down my spine.
"Is that why I sll not just one, not just two… but three won on you?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"Three?!"
"How could you?!"
"Wait—how can you even sll people on ?!" I blurted out in shock.
I'd never experienced this with Renay before. Whenever I ca back after any kind of unintentional contact with another woman, she always sohow knew. That's why I'd adopted the habit of carrying a bottle of perfu with everywhere I went—to avoid her going completely ballistic over baseless suspicions.
That habit had carried over here as well. I'd even bought a bottle from the guy in class before coming here. Galen Wilen—a side character in the novel—was the one who sold it to .
Galen might be a weakling and a low-ranker, but when it ca to business, the guy was a genius. He had a massive stash of points from selling things illegally at school. Even so of the heroines in the novel beca his patrons at one point, which was why he made an appearance in the story.
That's how I ended up patronizing him.
Wait.
Did she mistake the perfu for another woman?
HOW THE HELL DID SHE EVEN PICK UP ON THE OTHER SCENTS?!
"I leave you alone for one day, and suddenly you turn into a womanizer… Wonderful," she muttered.
"Co on, Nelia, it was just hugs," I tried to defend myself, but she wasn't having it.
"I finally see why that bitch of a girlfriend never wanted to let you know how ridiculously good-looking you actually are," she hissed under her breath, too low for to catch the rest. She looked genuinely annoyed, dragging another chair closer to mine before plopping down.
Pulling the food toward her, she added, "But don't worry. As much as I want to beat the crap out of you, I'll feed you."
She scooped a spoonful of food from the first plate and brought it to my mouth.
What. The. Hell.
Why does this taste so damn good?!
"I've sensed it for a while now," she began. "I know you wouldn't be able to break things off with that bitch Selena, so…" A grin spread across her lips.
Oh no. Please, no.
"… I made sure to cut back on all that free ti you've been enjoying," she said sweetly.
"What… what did you do?" I asked, suddenly feeling cold.
"? Nothing much." Her grin widened. "I just wasted all your points on this food. That way, you won't have ti to flirt around and can focus on earning more."
F*ck.
"Wait… HOW?!"
"You registered as your maid, rember? That explains it all…" She laughed darkly, and that's when I realized just how royally screwed I was.
"Don't worry; I'm not completely heartless," she added with mock sympathy. "I left you a little sothing to get through the week. But hey, look on the bright side: we can go on missions together. What do you say? Good bonding monts, right?"
That saccharine smile on her lips practically dripped with nace.
Oh well. Might as well let her have her fun.
"Wait…" she said suddenly, her smile fading into a frown.
"What now?"
She didn't respond imdiately. Instead, her hands moved toward .
"Where's your tie?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"What do you—" I looked down… and that's when I saw it.
Selena.
"Wait… there's sothing written here." She unbuttoned my shirt, and there it was—on my pristine white undershirt:
::Hi there, fairy. Just wanted to remind you that I'm still his ONLY girlfriend—the official one. Have a nice day!::
WHEN THE HELL DID SHE WRITE THIS?!
"Nelia… Wait!" I tried to reason with her, but she looked absolutely livid—like ready-to-burn-the-world-down livid.
"She thinks she's won? Well, two can play at that ga," Nelia muttered darkly before straddling my lap.
"Dear," she began, leaning in close, her voice low and deadly, "do you know I could actually f*ck you to the point where you wouldn't even think about getting aroused by or attracted to any other woman? Ever again."
Her hand slid down, brushing against my crotch.
Oh god.
…
…
"Heh, I really want to see the look on that bitch's face. Trying to keep Ryan to yourself? Pretty dumb of you to think I didn't know you existed," she laughed, holding up a tie.
"Seems you've been enjoying yourself all this while," a voice echoed. Her eyes widened for a split second before contorting in rage.
"Raphaela," she hissed. Suddenly, her once-blue hair transford into a cascade of pink, lustrous strands trailing all the way to her feet. Her now bright golden eyes glared at the mysterious woman who had appeared in her room.
"I wonder how you managed to hide your divinity for so long," Raphaela remarked, her tone calm but sharp.
"How did you find ?" Selena demanded, her voice trembling with equal parts anger and unease.
"I sensed an overwhelming surge of your divine energy earlier. It was as though you were begging to be found," Raphaela replied, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.
"…So, have you co to kill ?" Selena asked, her fists clenching tightly at her sides.
"I warned you once... You don't listen, do you? Stay away from Master," Raphaela said coldly.
"You still haven't explained why you call him 'Master,'" Selena said.
"That's none of your concern," Raphaela said dismissively. "Your role in his life was fulfilled long ago. You should no longer associate yourself with him."
"And you know that's impossible," Selena spat, her golden eyes burning with fury. "I would rather die than let you hurt him more than you already have."
"You speak as if you weren't a part of it," Raphaela countered, her expression unchanging.
"Shut up… It was all your fault!" Selena scread, her voice cracking.
Raphaela's grin widened. "But it was you who put a blade through his chest, Diana."
Selena froze, the weight of the words crashing down on her.
"I just want to make one thing clear," Raphaela continued, her voice laced with nace. "To take what belongs to , you must pay a hefty price, dear Diana."
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Don't worry. I am still cooking. Also I wanted to ask you guys opinion on this, for those who are interested. Should I focus on Villainous or I got reincarnated.
Also, Gifts!
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