Chapter 88
Chapter 88
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 88
Chapter Title: Winning Over Christine
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“Say, ahh~.”
“Ah…. Nom, mm, chew chew.”
Christine grumpily accepted the steak I sliced and held out to her, savoring the taste.
“How is it? Delicious?”
“…Yeah.”
“I could let you eat stuff like this every day.”
I cautiously watched her expression and asked once more.
But her face didn’t soften.
“No thanks.”
Of course, she wasn’t a kid who’d be swayed by good food.
“I don’t need delicious food. I told you. I hate seeing you feel affection for other women.”
Her stance was consistent.
“Say, ahh~.”
“Ah…. Nom, chew chew.”
For dessert afterward, I scooped some vanilla ice cream topped with chocolate syrup and almonds and fed it to her.
She started off taking it with a sullen face, but the moment the cold ice cream hit her mouth, her eyes widened.
“…It’s good.”
Her cheeks flushed as she savored the ice cream she hadn’t tasted in ages.
“Pretty great, right? Not just ingredients—refrigeration and freezing all work perfectly, so we can live like before.”
“Yeah, well, impressive.”
The ice cream had quite the effect.
She’d been dissatisfied from start to finish with the steak, but now she was calmly looking away with a composed expression.
“So…!”
“But no.”
However, it wasn’t long before she scrunched up her face again.
“I started imagining sharing this with those women too, and now it’s not good anymore.”
“You can’t mean….”
I knew from knowledge that women had strong possessive desires.
But until now, the women I’d gained had never rejected being mine, so I hadn’t felt it.
Christine, who’d started with romantic feelings, wasn’t backing down easily.
‘Of course, I could use Domination to make it simple.’
But forcing her held no real meaning.
I intended to welcome her as my woman, not a slave.
“Uuuuugh….”
“This is the best massage chair in the department store. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Uuuunh, yesssss….”
After the meal, I took her to a massage chair to experience the wonders of modern tech.
Maybe this would move her heart.
But.
“Hey… have you given massages to those women too?”
When the chair stopped, Christine opened her eyes menacingly and stared at me.
“…….”
I just slowly shook my head without a word.
The massage chair was the wrong choice.
Time to move somewhere else quick.
And.
“Movies…. It’s been so long….”
“You’d just watch with a different woman every day anyway.”
“How about this game….”
“Can you promise to play only with me forever?”
“They have hot soup here too! Warm soup every day….”
“There’s only one bathhouse…?”
Damn.
This is tough.
The hardest wall I’d faced yet.
Christine refused with unwavering determination and a consistent expression, not yielding an inch.
‘If I let her go like this, she might do something rash….’
Especially with Manager Heo already eyeing me suspiciously—if we returned to the hotel together, it could spell big trouble.
Sure, even if confined, I had Teleport.
But ideally, I needed to convince her here and head back.
“What the hell do I do, how can I….”
“Even so, Savior… Isn’t it tough asking a girl in love to share her man?”
I left Christine on the sofa for a bit and secretly asked Ia-rin for advice.
Among those I could ask now, she had the most knowledge thanks to her Wikipedia trait.
Christine was even glaring at me talking to Ia-rin.
This chance had a time limit too.
“Oh, how about this?”
“What? Anything—whatever it takes to convince Christine…!”
“A common lovers’ power play… using a woman’s tactics.”
“A woman’s tactics?”
“It’s a bit sneaky and unmanly, but she seems totally smitten with you, so it should work.”
Ia-rin whispered various strategies into my ear.
I heard Christine growling from behind at the sight.
But I soon grinned widely at Ia-rin’s idea.
“Thanks! This could work!”
“Hehe…. Then later, reward me too….”
Ia-rin blushed at my gratitude, fidgeting with her fingers.
Sure, if this goes well, I’ll pamper her all night.
I stood up from my seat.
“…….”
I heard Christine flinch at my movement.
But I didn’t look at her right away—instead, I took a deep breath and steadied my mind.
Focus on the expression.
Sad. I’m deeply troubled and regretful now.
Then I turned and approached her.
“Hmph, …what’d you talk about?”
Christine, who’d watched me chatting with Ia-rin, asked what they’d discussed, clearly bothered.
I answered honestly.
“Yeah, I got some advice. On how to get you to accept me.”
“It’s useless! I won’t unless you’re completely mine! I absolutely hate you whispering sweet nothings to other girls!”
Christine yelled at me like a cat hissing.
And following Ia-rin’s advice,
I nodded with the most dejected expression.
“…Yeah, figured as much?”
“……Huh?”
Christine looked confused, my reaction not matching her expectation.
I continued to her.
“Then no choice. I’ll give up.”
“……Give up? …G-give up what?”
There’s a phrase kids hate hearing from parents: “I give up.”
Not on them entirely, but on pushing studies or education.
Kids react sensitively anyway.
Christine was no different.
“Give up…? You mean on them? …Y-you’re saying you’ll go back to being my personal secretary?”
“…….”
I stood silently before Christine, who sat urging an answer, head bowed.
Gloomy, sad expression,
And a wistful smile.
Her face, which had started with a smile as she asked, gradually shadowed.
“N-no, right? You’re not… picking them over me? …Hic, s-say it’s not true quick…!”
Soon, tears welled in her eyes, and she stood grabbing my collar.
When I still didn’t answer, she frantically shook her head.
“No…. No no…! Don’t…! I can’t live without you now…! Hic, don’t do it…! Please don’t abandon me…!”
As she clung tight to my clothes, pleading right against me, I slowly spoke.
“But, …no choice.”
“Why no choice! We can just go back to how it was! I-I’ll do anything! I can really do anything for you, Seo-ho! So…!”
“Sorry. But no choice.”
I looked at her with sorrowful eyes and gave a faint smile.
“I care for you. …But those girls are people I have to take responsibility for too.”
The distant glares from the watching women stung, but I ignored them.
“So…. They’re more precious than me?”
“No way. I told you—the time at the hotel was all real.”
“Then why…! Just pick me! I’ll, hic, make you happy…!”
But I shook my head at her tearful plea.
Ia-rin had told me.
‘Why do you think women can’t escape a Casanova?’
Sneaky, but a man with many women is instinctively seen as superior breeding stock, even if a jerk.
If they break up, he has others to move to.
She doesn’t.
So even knowing she’s at a disadvantage, she can’t let go—that’s the theory.
‘Even I think it’s a trashy strategy.’
No helping it.
Sure, I care for Christine, but I won’t give up everything for one woman.
If I can have it, I take it.
Just, kindly to my own people.
That’s my creed.
I gazed at Christine fondly, stroking her head as I spoke.
“Sorry….”
“Hic, uu, don’t….”
Tears streamed down her face as she clung to me.
“No, don’t do that. Don’t abandon me….”
She buried her face in my chest and sobbed.
My heart ached, but it was a necessary step for everyone’s happiness.
Now, one thing left.
“But no choice. …I tried my best to convince you, Christine. …But you said no to everything. You absolutely can’t accept it.”
“……Huh?”
“So I have no choice either.”
Her eyes trembled as she looked up at me.
I’d vaguely presented her a choice.
Endure the dissatisfaction and take me, or give me up and be free.
“No way….”
Christine whimpered, gazing up at me.
I knew.
She had only one choice.
Ia-rin’s words came to mind.
‘Savior. In the end, the one who loves more is the submissive one.’
She was right.
Love has dominant and submissive.
Just, no one chooses to be trash.
“You jerk…! Hic, real jerk…! I trusted you. …Really trusted you…!”
“Sorry. But I’ll make you happy no matter what. I’ll cherish you forever, so much you won’t feel jealousy.”
“Uu…, euk, hic.”
In the end, Christine chose me.
Truth is, she’d end up mine no matter what.
I had Domination too.
But still.
By playing the jerk, I gained her peacefully.