Chapter 13: Don't Talk to Me X Interaction X Soliloquy O (2)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 13: Don't Talk to Me X Interaction X Soliloquy O (2)[R-18]
“....”
Estelle Black Dahlia opened her eyes to an unpleasant sensation in her lower abdomen.
The urge to urinate. In other words, she had to pee.
How is it that only these kinds of sensations remain...
Before moving herself into her wheelchair, Estelle reached under her panties and lightly touched her clitoris.
It wasn't for sexual pleasure.
She simply touched it because it was the most sensitive part of a woman's lower body.
However, no matter how much she rubbed her clitoris, she felt no pleasure—not even the sensation of being touched.
She wasn't disappointed.
She had lived in this body for far too long to feel anything like that.
It was just incomprehensible that, despite having absolutely no sensation below her waist, she could still clearly feel the urge to relieve herself.
After finishing her brief experiment, Estelle finished her business in the bathroom and headed to the dining room.
Creak— creak—
Only the sound of Estelle's wheelchair wheels turning echoed through the empty hallway.
A large mansion would typically have many employees.
However, the Black Dahlia Residence had only two: a maid and a chef.
Even they lived in a way that avoided Estelle as much as possible, per her request, so she always felt as if she were alone in the mansion.
Creeeeeak—
As Estelle arrived in front of the dining room, the door opened automatically.
On the empty dining table, dishes prepared by the chef were laid out.
Even though they had been made at dawn, the food hadn't cooled in the slightest.
This was because every plate and glass used was a magic tool enchanted with food preservation magic.
They were quite useful items, but since they had to be replaced periodically and were quite expensive, using them just to have a warm breakfast seemed excessively luxurious...
Estelle didn't care.
It was the inheritance her parents had left behind after they died in a carriage accident.
Furthermore, the family of her uncle, who had tried to adopt her, had been massacred by someone, and even their wealth had been inherited by Estelle, their closest blood relative.
“...Thank you for the meal.”
Leaving the tableware on the table, she returned to her room.
Frederica would take care of cleaning it up anyway.
Creak— creak—
Passing through the empty hallway again and returning to her room, Estelle crawled straight onto her bed.
Usually, she would do rehabilitation exercises after a meal, but perhaps it was because she was returning to the Academy soon.
Today, she just wanted to enjoy the peace in bed.
The Academy...
It wasn't that she particularly longed for Academy life or needed a diploma.
She had enough wealth to last a lifetime without ever working, and if she ever ran out of money, she planned to just die.
The reason Estelle attended the Academy was because there were books that could only be read at the Sacred Academy.
“Yawn...”
Was it because she lacked sleep from reading books late into the night?
She knew that sleeping right after eating wasn't good for the body, but it was a bit ridiculous to worry about her health when her lower body was already paralyzed.
Thus, Estelle didn't resist the urge to sleep and let herself drift off.
This is a dream.
Inside the dream, Estelle instinctively knew.
“Hey... you crippled bitch! I’m being nice, so do you think your words are the only ones that matter?!”
But just because it was a dream didn't mean she intended to just take the hit.
Just as she was about to detonate an air bomb in front of the charging Delphicia to blow her back—
Thwack—!
Just like back then, Ian stepped in between me and Delphicia.
Was he helpful?
Not really.
Ian, who took the hit from Delphicia’s fist instead, lost his balance and fell forward, knocking me out of my wheelchair.
If he hadn't intervened, I could have used a wind bomb to push only Delphicia away.
But did it make me feel bad?
...Not really.
“Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?”
To be honest, being helped by the protagonist of the class didn't feel bad.
The way he asked with a worried face, his golden hair fluttering, made me feel the illusion of being a princess rescued by a prince from a fairy tale.
But I am no princess.
As Delphicia said, my legs are crippled, my personality is rotten, and I lack any feminine charm—how could I ever be a princess?
“Mind your own business. I could have handled it myself.”
At that moment, gasps could be heard from all over the classroom.
It was a sound filled with contempt for a human like me, who couldn't even say a single 'thank you' after receiving help.
Surely, Ian would despise me and leave too.
That was fine.
Ian and I weren't the kind of people who belonged together anyway.
“....”
I am a weak person.
If someone treats me even a little bit kindly, I want to lean on them.
So, it's better to draw a clear line before I start having expectations and getting disappointed on my own.
But...
“Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you. I just didn't want you to get hurt.”
Ian didn't get angry or show contempt.
Instead, he scratched his cheek with an awkward smile, looking genuinely sorry.
“But since I've already meddled, I'll do it one more time.”
Saying that, Ian set the fallen wheelchair upright, picked me up like a real princess, and sat me in it.
“.....”
This time, I couldn't bring myself to say anything biting.
If he hadn't helped me, I wouldn't have been a princess; I would have had to crawl pathetically on the ground like a maggot for a long time to get back into the wheelchair.
I clenched my fists tightly.
Despite my clear rejection and harsh words, Ian had protected my pride.
His kindness was at a level that felt almost foolish.
Then, from a corner of the classroom, the voice of another protagonist was heard.
“Hey, are you crazy? Who do you think you're putting your hands on right now?”
“...Th-that’s not it... Evelyn... really... I... I didn't mean to do that to Ian...”
“Hey, stop bullying the other kids. Delphicia, are you okay?”
“Ian! Whose side are you on right now?!”
“I’m not taking sides, but friends can get a bit rough when they're playing around. Why be so harsh?”
“I-Ian... I... I’m sorry... I really didn't mean to do that to you...”
“I know, I know. I’m the one who jumped in. It’s fine, so don't worry about it. And maybe it's because Delphicia is so light, but it didn't hurt at all. But it's dangerous, so let's not play like this next time, okay?”
“But... that bitch started it first...”
“Delphicia, please? I’m asking you nicely. The first year is almost over, and it would be nice to finish without any more incidents.”
“...Sigh... fine. I get it... Ian.”
“Thanks for understanding. Oh, and it might be a bit weird to say in this atmosphere, but short hair really suits you.”
“Ah... uh... yeah... th-thanks...”
It was almost laughable how Ian completely defused a situation that could have turned serious.
“...You son of a bitch.”
“Evelyn, why are you cursing again?”
“A bastard like you deserves to be cursed at.”
“Ow..! That hurts...! Stop hitting me.”
“What? It hurts? It didn't hurt when she hit you because she's light, but it hurts when I hit you? Are you saying I’m fat?!”
“How did it even turn into that! Ah! Stop! I said it hurts!”
“Again!! Again!! You only say it hurts when I do it!!”
It’s dazzling.
I’m envious.
I want to be with them, and I want to be like them.
But I can't.
Because I am a weak and cursed human being.
It’s cold...
Waking up from her dream, Estelle curled up, pulling the blanket over her head.
*
“It’s a total mess.”
There wasn't a day when the Gallery wasn't a mess, but today it was exceptionally bad.
The cause was actually nothing special.
[High Mage VS High Spirit Mage, who wins in a fight?][451]
This one shitpost from yesterday had turned the Gallery into this.
To start with the conclusion, it was the Spirit Mage's victory.
[UseNiceWordsOnly■: No, seriously, unless you're at the level of an Archmage, a Mage cannot beat a Spirit Mage at the same skill level. Do you not understand this?]
ㄴAnon(74.812): Look at this guy taking the Spirit Mage's side just because he's probably an Elf lol
ㄴUseNiceWordsOnly■: It’s not because I’m an Elf, it’s because logically, Mages can’t beat Spirit Mages, you fucker!!!
ㄴAnon(74.812): Then give us a reason lol
ㄴUseNiceWordsOnly■: Dumbass lol. Even if I give you one, would you even understand? You don't know shit lol
ㄴAnon(74.812): Yeah, I know, so give us a reason lol. Stop talking in circles.
ㄴUseNiceWordsOnly■: Fine, you piece of shit!! I’ll post it, so when you lose, post a proof shot of you slamming your head on the ground.
After that, it was a one-sided slaughter.
UseNiceWordsOnly■ attacked the Mages by bringing out a long list of duel cases and research papers from the last 200 years, as if he had experienced them personally.
They can't win this...
...Honestly, as a Mage myself, I wanted to take the Mages' side, but I couldn't beat the logic presented by a 19-year-old genius beauty High Elf.
The problem was...
[Elves smell like a chicken coop... gag... BLEGH... Elves smell like a chicken coop... gag... BLEGH][0]
[The ■■ Gallery Mages got totally wrecked, right? Hahaha, Spirit Mages can't do anything, right?][0]
[Shuk. Shu-shuk. You son of a bitch. Shu-shuk. Shuk. Shuk. You son of a bitch. Shuk. Fuck. Shu-shuk. Shuk. Fuck. Shuk. You bastard. Shu-shuk.][3]
[The ■■ Gallery Mages got totally wrecked, right? Hahaha, Spirit Mages can't do anything, right?][0]
[Elves smell like a chicken coop... gag... BLEGH... Elves smell like a chicken coop... gag... BLEGH][1]
The Mages, unable to accept defeat, started spamming the Gallery to achieve a moral victory.
I could block one or two people, but with dozens of people spamming simultaneously, it was hard to even see normal posts.
Then, a post caught my eye amidst the spam.
[Author: Anon(177.96)]
[Wait, does the ■■ Gallery not have a Manager?][13]
If you made the Gallery, you should take responsibility. What are we supposed to do with these dumbasses if you just dump it and leave?
UseNiceWordsOnly■: For real, we need to block all these dynamic nicks first.
ㄴAnon(74.816): Hmm... if I were the Manager, I think I’d block you first....
ㄴUseNiceWordsOnly■: These damn dynamic nicks never go a day without picking a fight with me.
ㄴAnon(74.816): Hmm... does this person live in the Gallery instead of real life? They're always here....
Penelope Depodil■: But if there were a Manager, people would probably throw a fit about that too.
ㄴAnon(74.816): 100% lol. If I were the Manager, I wouldn't show up either.
ㄴAnon(177.96): No!! But the Gallery is going to be ruined at this rate!! At least stop the spamming! I don't even want to lurk here anymore.
ㄴFlameSandwich■: Then you be the Manager.
ㄴAnon(177.96): Ah... that’s a bit...
...A Manager.
[Spectators]
Name: Ian
Title: Gallery Manager ▶ Click to learn more!
Fetish: Non-Con LV MAX, Training LV MAX, Harem LV MAX, True Love LV MAX, Hypnosis Sex LV MAX, NTL LV MAX... ▶ Click to learn more!
Compared to Evelyn’s, it was a fairly clean Spectators window.
Originally, the masturbation count was also displayed, but I changed it so it wouldn't be visible.
What use would I have for seeing my own masturbation count?
More important than that was the title of Gallery Manager.
- You can see the True Names of Fixed Nicknames who post in the Gallery.
- You can check the Spectators of Gallery users with whom you have had a sexual relationship.
- You gain additional management authority when a Fixed Nickname is created.
Until now, I thought it was good for everyone to browse the Gallery freely, but if I left it like this, it would become abandonment rather than freedom.
Let's create Fixed Nicknames.
Three days before the Academy opening.
I finally made up my mind to make the best choice: creating Fixed Nicknames.