Chapter 190
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 190
Chapter Title: (Fucked Like a Dog Outdoors) I Want That (4)
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Ten minutes before the appointed time, I rubbed the bridge of my nose where my glasses were digging in.
It wasn't that my eyesight had gotten worse. These were just a magic tool with a mild perception-obscuring effect.
I perched on the edge of the fountain, staring blankly at the people passing by, and muttered to myself.
"Nice..."
Carnea Academy's grounds were excessively vast compared to the number of students.
It wasn't a bad thing to have that kind of space, but it did feel a bit empty at times.
Today was different, though.
With the invitation festival underway, the academy was bustling with people just like any other.
It was only natural.
Even if each student just brought their parents, the numbers would triple.
Add in siblings and servants, and there were easily several times more people on campus than usual.
Watching them, a smile tugged at my lips.
In the game, the invitation event was nothing special—no incidents, no items. It was the kind of thing you could take or leave.
But seeing families chatting and enjoying themselves like this, I was glad it had gone off without a hitch.
As I sank into those vague sentiments, I felt a poke on my back from a finger.
I wasn't startled.
Someone had been watching me for a while now—I'd noticed that. And I'd sensed them inching closer bit by bit.
Wearing perception-obscuring glasses and all, there was no need to ask how they'd spotted me.
...It's Vivian.
To Vivian, with her overwhelming magical talent, this level of magic tool was just a toy.
She could probably pick me out even if I had a hundred of them layered on.
I'd known it was her but pretended not to notice out of curiosity—how long it'd take her to speak up.
...Five minutes. Not bad, she's come a long way.
Last time, she'd hemmed and hawed for nearly twenty. Huge progress.
"You're here. Viv..."
I turned with a slight smirk, then froze solid.
"...."
"...E-Eugene... H-how do I look...?"
I barely swallowed the Who are you? that nearly leaped out.
Not in a bad way, but still—she might get hurt.
Vivian's transformation was that drastic.
For starters, her lilac hair was now a deep brown.
No, not just the color.
It was hard to find anything unchanged. She looked completely different from her usual self.
The bangs that curtained her eyes were swept behind her ears, fully exposing her face.
Her cute, perfect-for-the-term "beauty girl" features were now smoldering with decadent allure under slightly heavier makeup, and the baggy cardigan she always wore to hide her outsize chest had been swapped for a tight shirt and black shorts.
But the real shock—the thing that made everything else fade—was something else.
...Her boobs... are gone?
Vivian's breasts had vanished.
Not bound down with bandages or anything.
Those weren't the kind you could flatten like that.
They were literally gone.
"...Eugene... Is something wrong...?"
Confirming the world's treasures had disappeared, I nearly lost my mind—but her voice, unchanged despite the new look, snapped me back to reality.
"No... nothing's wrong."
Pressing my temple at this sight as unbelievable as Bianca suddenly growing massive tits, Vivian crossed her arms first and spoke up.
"W-well then, let's go! Th-that looks fun!"
"...E-Eugene, want some ice cream?"
"Sure, if you want some. What flavor?"
"Uh... w-well... vanilla."
"Got it. Two vanilla cones, please."
"Ah..."
Vivian stifled a small sigh as she heard Eugene's order.
Truth be told, she hadn't really wanted ice cream so much as pick different flavors and swap for an indirect kiss.
But of course Eugene had picked the same one.
This cheeky yet innocent ploy wasn't Vivian's idea, naturally. Bianca had sworn everyone did it on dates.
...This way, we can sneak in an indirect kiss!
'G-genius, sis!... H-have you... tried it?'
'Ugh...! O-of course!! Like ten times? I'm only telling you 'cause you're my little sis!'
Bianca peddling untested date advice, and Vivian swallowing it whole—business as usual for the Beatrice sisters.
"Here, your ice cream."
"...Th-thank you, Eugene."
Vivian took a bite, and vanilla sweetness flooded her mouth.
...Sweet.
If asked if she was enjoying today, she'd say yes, of course.
Walking hand-in-hand with Eugene, even the middle of a barren desert would feel delightful.
But if asked if she was enjoying the festival itself? No.
Fishing games, prizes, stalls with all sorts of food—it held zero appeal.
Vivian preferred novels in the library, munching snacks in bed, or—embarrassing as it was—writing naughty books.
...Still.
Yet she'd asked Eugene out today because she wanted to be a normal girl who could enjoy a festival like this.
No grand motive for change.
Just flailing to avoid being abandoned by him.
But spending the day in the festival crowds had made it clear.
...I'm a defective human, aren't I?
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't enjoy it.
Being with Eugene made it fun, sure—but if they were together anyway, rolling around in a room would've been better.
To Vivian, festivals were just noisy, tiring places packed with people.
...This won't do.
To shake off the gloom filling her head, she stroked the ring on her left ring finger and said,
"...So! What next, Eugene?"
Her face muscles ached from the constant smile, but she didn't want to show him this mopey side now.
Eugene looked at her and spoke in a low voice.
"Vivian."
"Yes, Eugene!"
"...Let's head back."
"W-why...? D-did I... mess up somehow?"
"...You're not enjoying any of it."
Vivian's heart felt like it froze solid.
...He saw through me?
Where had she slipped?
She'd given her all to fake it.
Even a dull, oblivious idiot like her should've pulled this off.
But no.
To Eugene, it must've looked like third-rate theater.
Desperate to salvage it, words tumbled desperately from her mouth.
"...N-no... I-I really am... enjoying..."
"Vivian, don't lie to me."
His sharp gaze sealed her slightly open mouth speechless.
"I don't need to drag you through places you hate either."
As Eugene grabbed her wrist and started walking,
"...I tried to enjoy it!"
Vivian shook off his hand for the first time and yelled.
"I tried too! But what can I do if it doesn't work! Eugene, I'm... different...! This stuff bores me! No, it's exhausting! I know! I know I'm the weirdo!"
Even as she spat it out, Vivian knew it was nonsense.
Inviting him on a date then whining she couldn't enjoy it? No wonder affection would fade.
But she couldn't stop the flood once it started.
"...I-I'm not especially good at anything! I'm just weird! I can't convey my true feelings like sis, or make you happy like Lucia. I'm just a useless idiot!"
"...And?"
Eugene's face was utterly unperturbed amid her outburst.
"...Vivian. If you truly want to change, I'll help however I can. But you don't need to change just to imitate someone else."
"...B-but... you like lively girls..."
"Who said?"
"Huh?"
"Who said I like normal girls?"
No one. It was just what Vivian had bottled up in her heart.
With a short sigh, Eugene continued.
"Vivian. I swear, I've never liked anyone for reasons like that."
"Th-then... what reason?"
"Because you're captivating. Just like your usual self."
"...Huh?"
"You're captivating. So no need to compare yourself or imitate anyone. You're precious to me exactly as you are—irreplaceably so."
Vivian stared wide-eyed, biting her lower lip hard as his words sank in.
Change...?
No.
What she truly wanted wasn't to change.
She wanted his love as her plain, unadorned self—no imitations needed.
"...Eugene..."
"So drop the act. Tell me what you really want."
What I really want...
Head bowed, staring at the ground, Vivian said,
"...It'd bore you, but... sometimes I want to go to the library together."
"Sure. Let's do that."
"...And eat snacks in bed together. No—you feed me."
"Got it. I'll stock up on your favorites."
"...Write naughty novels together too."
"...I'll give that a shot."
His reluctant reply drew a genuine pfft of laughter from Vivian.
The first natural smile of the day.
"...Thank you, Eugene."
"Yeah. Anything you want to do right now?"
"Right now...?"
After pondering his question, Vivian's eyes lit up as an idea struck.
"...Yes."
"What is it?"
Standing on tiptoe, she brought her lips to his ear and whispered huskily,
"...I want you to fuck me, Eugene."