Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Ch. 41 .｡.:✧ Operation (8) ✧:.｡.
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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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Sylvia was getting all dolled up.
She wore the pretty hairpin Alice had bought her.
The butterfly-shaped hairpin was a gift she had received during the second semester of her first year at the academy.
When Alice had pinned the hairpin, which shone with a brilliant emerald color, into her hair, she had smiled happily, as if she were the one receiving the gift.
“Sylvia. I think you’re really pretty when you smile.”
When she asked if the hairpin suited her, Alice would say something silly like that to make her laugh.
Sylvia really liked her, and today too, she was deeply grateful in her heart to her for buying the pretty hairpin.
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Orland sat in the park with a cigarette in his mouth.
He recalled the first time he met Sylvia.
From the first time he saw her, Sylvia was one of the most beautiful women at the academy.
She was one of the prettiest women he had ever met, and one of the most clueless.
Moreover, she was a woman with a guaranteed future due to her talent, and since she had no family backing, she was like a living bank account whose assets could be completely swallowed up.
A big reason Orland chose Sylvia as the woman he would marry was because he could control her as he pleased.
These stupid, empty-headed, big-breasted women, once they gave their body and heart, would cling to him devotedly, as if they didn’t care where their assets went.
[I fell for you at first sight.]
Orland couldn’t remember what expression he had on his face when he first met Sylvia.
He couldn’t remember what he said or how he treated her.
Sylvia had said she fell for his manly appearance when they first met, so he could only guess that he must have done something quite cool.
“Hooo…”
Orland thought love was a strange thing.
He thought it was a truly strange thing that an action he thought was nothing could remain in someone’s heart as love.
Orland threw the cigarette on the ground and put it out with his shoe.
Then he put his hands in his pockets and stood up.
The time for their date was approaching.
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Sylvia opened the dormitory door.
Alice, who was walking out, looked at Sylvia with a reluctant expression, but soon changed her expression to a smile and asked.
“Where are you going?”
“Yeah! On a date!”
Sylvia said to Alice with an innocent face.
Sylvia could feel Alice’s eyes on the pretty hairpin she had given her as a gift.
The butterfly-shaped hairpin.
Sylvia touched the hairpin with her hand and said.
“Hehe, that’s right. You bought this for me a while ago. I’m still using it well. It’s so pretty.”
“…Are you going on a date wearing that?”
A shadow fell over Alice’s face.
Sylvia, seeing her face suddenly darken, asked in an anxious tone.
“A-Alice?”
With her head bowed, Alice looked down at the floor.
The corridor of the women’s dormitory was a dull gray.
The world was like that too.
Wherever she went in the world, dull gray people condemned Alice as abnormal.
Beyond the clean marble floor, a gray Alice was facing her with a frown.
She seemed to be saying.
[What are you going to do? Are you going to confess?]
Of course, Alice didn’t have the courage to confess.
Because Alice had too much to lose.
The fear that Sylvia might leave her, the worry that she might not be able to be by her side as naturally as she was now, was sealing her lips and forcing her to cheer her on.
[You’re selfish. So selfish.]
That was right.
She would always be selfish.
She would oppose Sylvia’s relationship for no rational reason, and she would badmouth Sylvia’s man for no particular reason.
She would never be able to attend Sylvia’s wedding with a smile, and when the wedding bouquet was thrown, she would end up collapsing and crying.
And now.
“Have a good date.”
She could only send her off with a foolish smile.
Then Sylvia, with a foolishly bright smile, waved at her.
“I’ll be back!”
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Orland put another cigarette in his mouth.
Orland thought about the women he had broken up with and the women who had come on to him.
Orland was now 26 years old, but the women who had passed through his body were too many to count on ten fingers.
Orland didn’t remember the names of those women one by one.
The big-breasted bitch with blue hair.
The yellow-haired bitch with small breasts.
The pretty-faced girl who was crying loudly in the slums.
The daughter of a servant who worked in the knights’ order.
The restaurant waitress who had dirtied his clothes.
He clearly distinguished between the women he had sex with and the women he had “fucked.”
The names of the women he had fucked were usually only recorded on tombstones, in convents, or on lists of people scheduled to move, and they did not remain in his head.
Sylvia was one of the few women Orland remembered by name.
She was a woman he had put that much effort into, and she was the woman he had dated the most.
Sylvia always smiled brightly on their dates, and she liked to observe Orland’s face.
Orland didn’t know what kind of look she had in her eyes as she stared blankly at him.
Because Orland always enjoyed looking at Sylvia’s breasts or ass.
Their dates always ended with meaningless walks and a few words of greeting, but there was something in it for both of them.
Sylvia would report the progress of her date to Alice, tearing her heart apart once again, and Orland would think of Sylvia’s breasts and ass and fiercely ravish another partner.
Orland didn’t remember Sylvia’s face well.
Only her full breasts and slender waist.
And her ass, which incited crime, remained vividly in his memory.
Orland thought he had to face her properly today.
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Sylvia was running.
Today, she had a lot to say to Orland.
Her heart was full of news that would make Orland happy.
She had practiced hard how to move her hips for Orland.
She had also practiced how to kiss for Orland, and she had diligently learned how to please a man.
So, I hope you’ll hold me starting today.
Because I’ve also practiced hard how to be held by a man.
I’m not afraid of men anymore.
I’ve learned how good men can be, so I can hug Orland tightly now.
So. I hope you’ll be happy.
Sylvia imagined Orland’s happy face.
Even with her eyes closed, Orland’s grinning face came to mind.
When Orland looked at Sylvia, he would always make a gorilla-like expression and send her a passionate gaze.
Sylvia found that expression so funny.
Then, when he would try to make a strong move, he would make a rough, beast-like expression and demand skinship.
Sylvia liked that manly side of Orland.
The park was visible in the distance.
People cast hot gazes at the beautifully dressed Sylvia.
She used to be intimidated, but now, gazes didn’t matter at all.
The fact that she was running to the person she loved.
The fact that they would begin their even hotter relationship starting today.
That alone was enough.
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Orland saw Sylvia running towards him, waving.
He took out another cigarette, put it in his mouth, and then just spat it out on the ground.
He had thought about saying it while smoking, pretending it was nothing, but he thought it would be better to just say it.
Orland remembered that he had recently broken up with a partner.
She was from a fairly influential family, and he heard that she had been refusing to go to school for several days after they broke up.
He couldn’t understand why a woman with good grades and a bright future would ruin her own path like that.
Women always bothered him like that.
Today was the time to reflect on that lesson.
It was clear that the woman was acting like that because she still had lingering feelings because he had given her a little bit of room.
Only by cutting ties clearly and without leaving any room could it be a wonderful breakup for both of them.
It was a difficult thing for others, but Orland could do it.
Because the Hero’s blood flowed in Orland.
Because a hero breaks up like a hero.
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Sylvia, who had been running and waving, slowed down her pace.
She walked at a very slow pace, looking at Orland with a puzzled expression.
She continued to look at Orland with a look of incomprehension.
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Orland was facing Sylvia.
Orland looked straight into Sylvia’s face and said in a low voice.
“Let’s break up. It was fucking boring dating you.”
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Sylvia didn’t understand Orland’s words.
She stared with wide eyes, blinking as she mulled over his words, and then shook her head as she felt tears welling up.
She took a step back as if to escape the situation and asked.
“Why?”
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Evan reached the entrance of the park.
He could see Sylvia standing there blankly and Orland standing confidently facing her.
It was early, so there weren’t many people in the park.
Evan gestured with his eyes to Sophia, who was standing next to Orland.
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And Sophia held Orland’s arm tightly and said to Sylvia.
“I told you, Sylvia. Men like experienced women.”
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Sylvia collapses, and Evan, who had been running over, supports her.
Orland spits on the ground and disappears without hesitation, and Sophia moves away with the sound of laughter.
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