Chapter 64
Chapter 64
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 64
Chapter Title: How to Steal the Protagonist's Woman
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"...Are you insane, nya?"
Beatrice stared at me with a look of utter disgust, completely at odds with her usual cheerful expression.
I shouted at Armonia.
'Armonia, this is your fault!'
'I asked because you told me to! Anyway, it's your fault!'
To dodge responsibility, I pulled out some classic modern young-boss bullshit, shoving everything onto my superior.
I tried making excuses to Beatrice first.
"Ahem... I was just messing around."
"Phew... I thought you were a lunatic, but you're just a fool. What a relief, nya."
"I don't like that either..."
"A fool's better than a lunatic, right, nya?"
"..."
Both suck...
I got back to the main point and asked what I was curious about.
"Do you like Viola?"
"Ugh... I don't dislike her, but she's scary, nya."
"...Then why do you come every day? Because the Demon King makes you?"
Was she just coming on pure orders?
Beatrice glanced at me nervously, fidgeting as she heard my words.
'...Tsundere? Can't get a read on her.'
Beatrice peeked up at me before finally opening her mouth.
"Um... you smell good, nya. That's why I come, nya!"
"Oh!"
The firewood of excitement burst into flames again.
'Pheromones?! So it's a yasshoku case? She doesn't like me, but wants to fuck anyway?'
Rape's a no-go, but uncontrollable lust-driven yasshoku? Fucking love that shit.
Sonya was the prime example.
A case fueled more by lust than affection.
And here, affection was basically zero.
Even more exciting!
Hahk, hahk!
The catgirl succubus was all prim and proper, but I was the one going into heat.
Beatrice just smiled innocently at me.
"You smell like Mom, nya!"
"...Mom?"
"...? What's that, nya?"
"Never mind. Why do I smell like Mom?"
"...Dunno, nya. You just smell like Mom for some reason, nya."
Was there some disconnect when mixing catgirl and succubus logic?
'What the hell is she talking about...'
'Yeah, but doesn't that mean she's in heat?'
'...Kavi.'
What a letdown after all that hype...
'...Motivation gone.'
I thought succubi were slaves to lust, but it was the opposite.
They could control their own desires.
They were the ones stoking others' lust, not succumbing to it.
As my face fell, Beatrice looked at me with concern.
"Why the long face all of a sudden, nya?"
"It's nothing... Go see Viola."
But even after I said that, Beatrice didn't head to the cabin.
Her face flushed, she fidgeted shyly and spoke up.
"Um... I have a favor to ask, nya."
No way! No fucking way!!! It's happening!!!!
But contrary to my roaring expectations, Beatrice said something weird.
"Can you give me some clothes before you leave, nya?"
"...? What're you talking about?"
"Well..."
Beatrice's parents had died in the war, and the area they lived in was reduced to rubble.
Her home and all her cherished mementos were gone.
She was embarrassed, but she wanted clothes I'd worn because they smelled like her mother.
'Nah, forget it.'
'Not that desperate. I'll just do her a favor.'
I told Beatrice,
"Got it. I'll give you clothes before I go."
"Hah! Really, nya?! Thank you, nya!"
Beatrice bounced around in joy.
"Oh, but I have one favor to ask too."
"Yeah? What, nya?"
I wanted to ask Beatrice to handle some things before we left.
They were too tough to do alone.
Beatrice wagged her tail happily.
"I can do it, nya!"
"Hm... But won't you get in trouble if you're caught?"
"Why would I, nya?"
Beatrice stuck a finger in her mouth and tilted her head.
Catgirl cuteness overload...
"Even these humans belong to the Demon King, so messing around isn't okay, right?"
"Nah, nya. As long as you don't kill 'em, anything goes, nya."
"..."
What a scary... no, cat-scary thing to say.
Apparently, nothing short of murder was a big deal.
They didn't kill because they were hostages.
Thinking about it, Beatrice being friendly with us didn't mean she liked humans.
From her view, we were the enemy who killed her parents.
"Then I can really ask?"
"Leave it to me, nya! I'm amazing at sneaking in, nya! And I'll ask about the Rev Herb too, nya!"
"Good. Handle it well, and you'll get clothes before we go."
"Wooow!"
'Armonia.'
'You know what a chastity belt is?'
I asked Armonia if she could make a special chastity belt.
Her answer was...
'Tch, too pricey for this, but no choice.'
600 Enel wasn't bad per unit, but multiples added up.
'Ah, prices vary by era. Keep that in mind for now.'
With that, I wrapped up with Armonia and dragged the escaping Beatrice back into the cabin.
Knock knock knock.
"It's me. Open up."
"..."
Knock knock knock knock knock knock.
"..."
"Hey, you gonna open the door or not?"
It was night, so I stopped by the brat's room first before heading to the princess's.
But this punk was either asleep or ignoring me on purpose.
'Armonia.'
'One lockpick~'
Click clack, click clack.
"...?"
Clunk. Creak.
"Wh-what?!"
The brat greeted me with wide, startled eyes.
"What? You weren't asleep. Why didn't you open the door?"
"Obviously! What are you gonna do this time?!"
After getting cozy with the princess in bed yesterday, I'd tossed the key carelessly into the brat's room.
He probably sensed something off.
He was back to his initial defiant attitude.
"Do what? Nothing much, dude."
"Th-then why are you here..."
"Just..."
"...?"
I flashed a sinister smile and approached the brat.
"Gonna sneak into the princess's room for some fun."
"Bullshit! How's that 'nothing much'?! What did you do to her yesterday?!"
You're the one doing shit, asshole...
The real devil here is you, not me.
"I just had some fun and left. What's the big deal..."
"Get lost! If you try anything weird with me again and go to her room, I'll tell everyone!"
His threat didn't faze me at all.
"...Tell 'em what?"
"That you... snuck into the princess's room... secretly!"
"Oh ho..."
The brat looked smug, thinking his threat worked.
I slowly went over each point.
"Who told her about the sleeping pills?"
"...Me."
"Who has the princess's key?"
"...? Me."
"Who brought me here?"
"...That was me too."
"And who creepily ogled Viola naked before that?"
"D-don't bullshit me! Creepily?! I just..."
"Listen, brat."
"...?"
I closed in on him with an interrogator's glare.
"So, you let me see Viola naked like a perv, guided me here, told me she was defenseless, and gave me the key?"
"Sh-shut up, you liar!"
"If I tell the princess that, how do you think she'll see you?"
"Ugh... D-don't lie... She'll believe me..."
"Grow up, kid..."
Thud.
Couldn't listen to more of his crap, so I knocked him out.
'Trash like this...'
Words from someone who'd never have to watch their back.
I took the key from the brat's hand and broke into the princess's room.
Her scent filled the room, tickling my nose.
All human scents are similar, but an attractive woman's feels different.
As expected, she'd taken her drink today too.
A cup with remnants sat alone by her bed.
I burrowed eagerly into her bed again.
"Hng..."
"Wow, she's so pretty."
Her beauty made me gasp every time.
Having her face this close made me want to kiss her forehead.
She had charm in her maid outfit with poised elegance, but this defenseless, disheveled state radiated a different allure.
Her pink hair, reflecting moonlight into my eyes, wafted her scent, stimulating my cock.
My cock rubbed against her lower abdomen.
It throbbed in painful swelling, begging to thrust in, but not yet.
"Hng..."
"Patience. I'll definitely do it next time."
I buried her face in my chest and cast sleep hypnosis.
Maybe because I was late today, the dream was already underway.
It was the duchy.
Not the grand duke's bedchamber like before, but a lavish garden.
'...Garden this time, huh.'
Felt like today's events were influencing the dream.
In the garden's central gazebo, the princess and grand duke sat at a table, chatting intimately.
They seemed to be having dinner.
Lena smiled brightly, unlike when she was with me.
At this point, I got curious.
'What if I approach without manipulation? How'll she react?'
I wanted to experiment through the princess.
I'd tried manipulation and observed her inner self without.
But without it, I'd only stalked from behind.
Last time in the bedchamber, she was on guard, but now felt different.
I cautiously approached the gazebo.
Mid-cheerful chat, she sensed my presence and looked my way.
She stared intently, then stood and bowed toward me.
"You've arrived, Teacher."
"...?"
Bewildered, I approached her.
At least she wasn't hostile.
Both smiled at me.
Especially her smile stood out.
'Even her smile is goddamn gorgeous...'
Seeing her real smile from reality here felt odd.
Like peeking at her diary...
As I reached the gazebo, the grand duke spoke first.
"How's Lena's piano skill?"
"Ah..."
Piano teacher, huh...
Her subconscious placing me like this suggested I wasn't that important.
One thing I'd noticed in dreams: Key figures' roles don't change much.
Family, lovers, friends—deep bonds keep positions stable, rooted in core memories.
Though mood could make them hostile...
I'd died thousands of times to my sister's stabs in dreams.
'...Ugh, stay sharp. Inception-style jumpscare would fuck me up.'
She always knifed me on sight in dreams.
Back on track.
For vaguely recognized people like me, the dream forces a role with contrived backstory for consistency.
So, her dreams of piano lessons and corporal punishment probably merged me into "teacher."
"Oh dear, Lena. From your teacher's face, seems you're slacking?"
"N-no, Father..."
Less scolding, more playful teasing.
"My apologies. The princess's skill is so outstanding, I have nothing left to teach. I was embarrassed. Forgive me."
I threw in all the polite formalities I could.
"Hahaha. Then I'll step out. Lena, play for your old man properly later."
"Yes, Father. I'll perform at my best next time."
Even before her birth parent, she was impeccably polite with a smile.
'What an amazing woman.'
With only the grand duke as family, how was she so composed?
The grand duke vanished instantly, leaving a lone piano in the garden.
'Holy shit... If a VR eroge like this existed, I'd play it forever...'
If real VR eroge like this dropped, Viola and Luna's spots in my head would shrink big time.
'...Sorry Viola, sorry Luna.'
Feeling guilty toward the two, I approached the princess.
Vague speech was bad in dreams.
I gave her clear instructions.
"Play once first? Then I'll correct."
"Yes, understood."
She smiled brightly, sat on the long bench, and began playing.
Looked way better than before.
The piano's tones didn't just fly through the garden—they spread like aurora, enveloping it.
The garden's highlight was the princess herself.
As the performance neared its end,
Thud!
A jarring note sliced through the tonal aurora like a blade.
My piano playing was just mimicry.
Violin too—sight-copying, not true musical talent.
Even I, tone-deaf, knew that note made no sense.
The princess panicked and shot up.
Pink hair whipping as she turned to apologize.
"S-sorry, Teacher..."
"No, anyone can slip up. Again..."
As I soothed her and tried to reseat her,
She suddenly turned, lifting her skirt.
'Wh-what the...'
I was flustered too, watching as she hiked it fully, presenting her ass.
The princess said,
"I was wrong, Teacher... Please... punish me."