Chapter 124: It's a Misconception That Strong-Willed Women Are Weak to Anal (1)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 124: It's a Misconception That Strong-Willed Women Are Weak to Anal (1)[R-18]
Click— clack—
Helen Redrose walked with a light spring in her step.
“Hum-hum-hum~.”
The reason Helen was humming, which was quite unlike her, was that she was on her way to meet Ian for the first time in a while.
Of course, if anyone pointed this out to her, she would adamantly deny it...
But undeniable proof was tucked away in Helen’s wallet.
‘Goat & Savannah’
It was a private brand established by ‘Thierry,’ a master artisan from ‘Hermes,’ which was considered the pinnacle of luxury.
The brand had become a sensation the moment it launched. However, because every single piece was handcrafted stitch by stitch by the master himself, the price was one thing, but for most nobles, even getting a reservation was practically impossible.
But...
Helen was no ordinary noble.
She was the successor of the ‘Red Rose’ family, which stood proudly alongside the ‘Blue Tulip’ and ‘Yellow Pansy’ as one of the Three Primary Colors Families.
At her level of status, one could make the impossible possible.
‘...Even though that blue-haired ringlet-girl tried to snatch it without knowing her place.’
Even if Salome Bluetulip was from another of the Three Primary Colors Families, there was a significant gap between her and a ‘successor’ like Helen, so Helen had forcibly seized the priority right.
“Hmph! He really is a lucky man. Does he even realize how much I could get just by putting this priority right up for auction?”
Helen closed her eyes, imagining Ian’s delighted face.
*
“So, what is your relationship with the gentleman you’re transferring this priority right to, Lady Helen? Are you really not going to tell me?”
“...No, it’s just that it’s hard to define the relationship exactly yet. ...Well, let’s just say it’s not an ordinary one.”
“Ah, could he perhaps be your future husband?”
Helen’s lips twitched at Thierry’s playful question.
Technically, it wasn’t wrong.
Being Harini’s dad meant, in essence, he would become Helen’s husband.
‘...But he still has a long way to go.’
In Helen’s eyes, Ian was lacking in so many ways, excluding his face and his skills in bed.
“It’s not necessarily like that... but well, I’ll say the possibility isn’t zero.”
“Oh my! Oh my! Oh my! In that case, I, Thierry, shall do my absolute best to prepare.”
“No, there’s no need to go that far. Just do as you always do. As for the payment...”
Helen, who was about to naturally pull out a check, paused for a moment.
‘...Well, come to think of it, it wouldn’t be bad to give him a bit of a confidence boost this time.’
Instead of paying herself, giving Ian the cash to make him look like a ‘capable’ man was a necessary step for the future.
“...The man will come and handle it. ...He’s a man with a fair amount of talent, after all.”
“My, my, my... To think Lady Helen would give such praise. Understood. Then I shall look forward to meeting your husband.”
“I told you, he’s not my husband yet... Hmph!”
Helen turned her head away at Thierry’s words, but a smile so joyful that anyone could see it was plastered across her face.
*
Click— clack—
“Hum-hum-hum~♪”
As she walked while reminiscing about that day, she soon arrived in front of the promised cafe.
Slide—
Before opening the cafe door, Helen pulled out a hand mirror to check her reflection.
“...Hmm, is the lip color too light? Maybe something darker...”
She smacked her lips a few times after applying lipstick and combed through her rose-red hair, searching for her best look. Then, as if realizing something, she tucked the mirror back into her bag and muttered an excuse to no one in particular.
“Hmph! It’s not like I particularly want to look good for that man!”
It was only natural for the successor of the Red Rose family to always show a perfect appearance to others.
Creak—!
She didn’t need to search for where Ian was sitting.
...For some reason, the place where that man sat always seemed to shine.
“Ah, you’re finally here.... You’re late.”
“Hmph, you certainly arrived early. Were you that desperate to see me, Helen Redrose?”
“...You’re the one who called me here. And it’s not that I’m early, it’s that you’re late.”
“Quiet. A man shouldn’t be so nitpicky... Do you think I’m the same as a commoner like you? Do you have any idea how many times more valuable my every second is compared to yours?”
“Right, right. So? Why did the so-very-busy Helen Redrose call me? I’m busy too.”
“Ugh! H-How busy could you possibly be! What’s with that reaction!?”
Helen ground her teeth at Ian’s words.
‘W-W-What is this! That attitude! To think there’s something he prioritizes more than me, Helen Redrose!?’
Once the contract period of ‘One Semester’ ended, the relationship between Ian and herself would return to being as far apart as heaven and earth.
If so, shouldn’t he naturally be begging her to meet him even one more time before then?!
‘...Well, if that man kneels and begs saying he can’t forget me even after the contract ends, I might consider it just a little bit... But wait, I smell something nice?’
Staaaare—
“Kyaaaah?!! ...W-What are you doing!! ...Y-You startled me!!! S-Standing so close!”
When Helen opened her eyes, Ian’s face was thrust so close that their lips were almost touching.
“Well, you didn’t answer no matter how many times I called you.”
“T-That’s... B-Business!! Yes! I was thinking about business! I told you I was b-busy. So! Back off!”
When Helen gave his chest a light shove, Ian shrugged and stepped back.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
‘T-That face is a dangerous face!!’
While Helen tried to calm her racing heart, Ian took a sip of his coffee and spoke.
“Then let’s get to the point. Why did you call me?”
“...Phew... Honestly, you have no patience.... Here, take this.”
Slide—
Opening her wallet, Helen handed Ian a check along with a business card that had the address of ‘Goat & Savannah’ written on it.
“What’s this?”
“Can’t you tell by looking? It’s a check.”
“No, I know that... but why are you giving me a check?”
“You’re really slow on the uptake... Isn’t it obvious? It’s almost vacation time.”
“...And?”
Seeing Ian still staring blankly at the check, Helen frowned and said,
“Sigh... Seriously, how much do I have to explain? Don’t you have any common sense? It’s one thing inside the Academy, but if you walk around outside in such tacky clothes, it’ll be embarrassing for me. Go buy some clothes at ‘Goat & Savannah.’”
“Why would you be embarrassed... And ‘Goat & Savannah’? You want me to buy clothes there? I heard you can’t even get a reservation right now.”
“Oh? You know about ‘Goat & Savannah’? That’s unexpected.”
“Uh, it’s not that I know it well, but I remember Evelyn saying she failed to get a reservation there before.”
“....”
...Again, for reasons unknown, she suddenly felt like punching that man in the face.
“Hmph!! Who do you think is standing in front of you? It’s me, Helen. Well, the ‘Marigold’ family isn’t a small one... but I am the successor of the Red Rose family. No matter how many months the orders are backed up, it’s nothing if I step in.”
Helen snorted mockingly and scanned Ian from head to toe.
“It’s a place run by the most famous and talented artisan and designer in the Empire. If you wear clothes made there, even someone with your terrible fashion sense might look a bit better.”
“...Is it that bad?”
“Yes, it’s awful. Extremely. Totally. It’s just too tacky! Oh my, now that I look closer, were those actually clothes? My apologies. I thought they were rags.”
To be honest, even in Helen’s eyes, Ian’s fashion was actually quite decent.
Even if Ian wasn’t interested in fashion, he had grown up as the de facto ‘prospective son-in-law’ of the ‘Marigold’ family since childhood, so he had always lived seeing and wearing the best. Naturally, even if he didn’t care, his eye for quality and sense of style had been cultivated.
Thump—! Thump—!
No, even setting all that aside, the finishing touch of fashion was the face.
Ian was a man so handsome that even Helen couldn’t find a single flaw in his features.
To put it bluntly, even if he picked up a burlap sack from a dumpster and wore it, Ian would surely make it look like a luxury brand.
‘...But.’
As mentioned before, Ian’s fashion was decent...
But for the partner of ‘Helen Redrose,’ decent was not enough.
「Perfection」
If that was impossible, he had to at least be at a ‘splendid’ level to barely pass.
And above all...
‘...That golden-haired mad dog.’
Helen, who had the talent to sense the flow, could tell.
The scent of ‘Evelyn Marigold’ was currently deeply permeated into Ian.
...Well, she knew it couldn't be helped.
Even before she had devised the plan to use Ian to drive a wedge between the ‘Imperial Family’ and the ‘Church,’ rumors were rampant at the Academy that Evelyn and Ian were practically in a relationship.
‘Good grief... This is truly ridiculous. If the father of my child is reeking of another woman’s scent, what on earth is Harini going to learn?’
Helen didn’t like it.
She hated the scent of another ‘female’ that permeated Ian’s life, including his fashion.
Of course, it absolutely wasn’t jealousy or anything like that!
It was just that it would obviously be bad for the education of Harini’s father to smell like another woman, so she was simply correcting it because she had no choice.
Yes, that was all.
‘Still, since I, Helen Redrose, am doing this, I can’t do it halfway. Since I’m dyeing him in the colors of the ‘Red Rose’ anyway, I’ll do it perfectly... First, I’ll have him trim that shaggy hair, and then I’ll fix everything from his behavior to his speech!’
—Other women were just a fleeting spark... You’re the only one I want to be with forever, Helen.
“Hehe... Hmph!”
The thought of Ian, dressed in clothes tailored to her taste, whispering words of love made a smile creep onto Helen’s face.
Slide—
“Here.”
“...What is this?”
“I’m giving the check back.”
“I’m asking why you’re giving it back? Ah...”
At Ian’s unexpected reaction, Helen added tentatively, watching his expression.
“....Did I hurt your feelings by saying your fashion sense is tacky?”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Ha, I can tell just by looking that you are... Fine, I’ll take that back then. It’s not actually that tacky. ...It’s just a little bit not to my liking. Happy now?”
“....”
However, seeing Ian still holding his hand out with the check, Helen frowned.
“Ugh!! I said I take it back!! So why! What is it that you don’t like!!”
“It’s not that I don’t like it, I’m just giving it back because I don’t need it.”
“...Huh? This is ridiculous. Who in the world doesn’t need money!”
“I need money... but this is money you gave me to buy clothes to wear during the vacation, right?”
“I told you that!! How many times do I have to say it!”
“That’s why I don’t need it. Our contract was for one semester.”
“Yes! So! What’s your point!”
“Then, you don’t need to worry about what I wear during the vacation.”
“What?!”
Ian, grabbing Helen’s wrist, handed the check back and said,
“Because our contract only lasts until the end of this semester.”
“.......Eh?”
Flutter—
At Ian’s shocking statement, the check slipped from Helen’s hand.