Villain's Odyssey: Enslaving heroines, Conquering Villainesses Chapter 61: The Pink Problem

"You can co in now," Asher heard through the door. He twisted the doorknob and walked in to find the girl standing with her arms folded across her generous bosom. Her face appeared to be flushed red—whether from anger or embarrassnt, he didn’t know and frankly didn’t care.

’What’s with her and pink?’ he thought with a raised eyebrow. Her nightwear was pink in its entirety: a huge pink shirt and matching trousers made of silky material that hugged her fra perfectly.

"Stop staring, damn it!" she scread, and he nodded, then looked around the room instead.

What he saw was nothing short of... impressive. The room he’d just stepped into appeared to be both living room and bedroom combined, given the massive beds stationed there, yet there was still more than enough space to breathe. He was now certain that the academy buildings were constructed with spatial runes—the space each room provided was simply ridiculous.

Chandeliers hung from the impossibly high ceiling, casting warm light throughout the luxurious space. Huge windows offered panoramic views of the academy grounds, but at the mont they were closed. The institution had clearly spared no expense ensuring the elites received the finest treatnt.

To the left was an open pathway leading to what appeared to be a dining area with a table and two chairs. Beyond that, he could glimpse what was probably the kitchen. The academy made provisions for students who preferred cooking their own als—as long as you had the points to spend, you could do as you pleased.

He glanced to the right and spotted a door that presumably led to the bathroom. This was just a basic overview of the place—giving a detailed description would take all day. The room was luxurious, plain and simple. That was the best word to capture it. Everything scread expensive, from the ornate furniture to the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It seed the academy spared no expense when it ca to treating their elite students like royalty.

"Sigh," he let out a visible breath after taking in his surroundings, already feeling a headache coming on.

"Firstly," he began, and she imdiately narrowed her eyes at his tone.

"I am not a girl, so pardon for not understanding your... unique taste," he emphasized the word ’unique’ in a way that made her jaw clench. He was definitely insulting her, wasn’t he?

"So I politely request that you get your... ’taste’ out of my part of the room." He visually drew a line with his finger, indicating his designated half. "Cut this carpet if you have to, just make sure it doesn’t cross over to my side. I want the walls blue by tomorrow, and get those cute posters out as well. Fix up my bed while you’re at it—I’m pretty sure bed fras aren’t supposed to be pink, and neither are wardrobes. I understand you might have an obsession with pink, but I would appreciate so moderation. Find a way to get that dining room back to how it used to be, and fix the bathroom too. You probably didn’t spare it either, did you? And for the love of all that’s holy, ceilings are not supposed to be pink either."

He paused, taking a breath before delivering his final demand. "Just get your ’taste’ out of my side of the room by tomorrow." With that lengthy request finished, he walked calmly toward what should have been his bed.

By this point, veins were practically popping out all over her forehead. She was genuinely furious. ’HOW DARE HE SO OPENLY DISREGARD AND INSULT ?!’

It should be noted that she had selective hearing—a talent she’d perfected over the years. So it shouldn’t be surprising that she heard exactly what she chose to hear. Perhaps she considered her ’taste’ a direct representation of herself? Who could say? When it ca to won, the more you tried to understand their logic, the more confused you beca.

"Who do you think you are to order around?" she asked, her anger rising with each word.

"? No one you should be afraid of," he replied with infuriating calmness. "But if you don’t want to accept my request, then I would have no choice but to involve the authorities."

At that mont, reality hit her like a slap to the face. This bastard might just beco her worst nightmare during her ti at this academy. He had her completely cornered, and they both knew it.

"W-wait, you don’t have to go that far," she stamred, her anger evaporating in an instant. After all, she was clearly in the wrong here. The act of completely taking over her roommate’s space was already damning enough without adding official complaints to the mix.

’I’ll get you back for this soday,’ she thought, her mind already shifting to her backup plan.

Manipulation.

She was well aware of how effective her charm could be, and she knew perfectly well how advantageous it was not only in negotiations but also in physical confrontations. It was the reason she always paid such careful attention to her appearance, making sure every detail was perfect. Yes, she might be a hypocrite given how much she detested and insulted every young man who fell for her charms, even when she was clearly aware of her own looks and their effect. But so what? Who wasn’t a hypocrite in so way?

"Alright, I’m sorry," she said, her entire deanor shifting in an instant. "I guess we got off on the wrong foot, but it doesn’t have to stay that way. I’m really sorry, okay?" She adopted a cute, apologetic persona so quickly it was almost jarring. "Just cut so slack here."

It was as though the cold, intimidating girl he’d encountered monts ago had been nothing more than his imagination. Right now, what stood before him was soone entirely different—energetic, sweet, and seemingly harmless. The transformation was so complete it would have been impressive if it wasn’t so obviously calculated.

’As expected of a variable,’ he thought to himself. From the mont he’d first seen her, he’d understood one thing clearly: this girl was trouble. Jenny Gracefell. Soone whose role in the grand sche of things was frustratingly unclear. Was she talented? Absolutely. In fact, she was more powerful than most students he could think of, probably stronger than several people combined. But she never seed to play any aningful role in the larger conflicts that shaped their world.

She wasn’t a heroine, but she wasn’t exactly a villainess either. She was just... there. A character who did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, without regard for anyone else’s plans or expectations. She was also known to harbor a general distrust of n, though she hid it well behind her charming facade. Even the most charismatic and influential students had never managed to truly win her over to their side.

She was a variable, and he absolutely hated dealing with variables. They were unpredictable, uncontrollable, and had a nasty habit of ruining carefully laid plans at the worst possible monts.

From that mont, he categorized her as such in his mind. He wouldn’t involve her in any of his future plans, wouldn’t bother trying to win her over or bring her into his circle. She was too unpredictable, too dangerous in her independence.

So he had already withdrawn the kind and approachable persona he might have used with soone else—the sa gentle deanor that worked so well with others who were more predictable in their responses. Now he adopted a different approach, one specifically designed to counter her annoying personality and keep her at arm’s length.

"Sure, I can cut you so slack," he said with a small, knowing smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "As long as you fulfill my request first."

Her own smile quivered slightly at his response, and she realized her usual tactics weren’t going to work on him as easily as she’d hoped.

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