Chapter 90
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: Taming the Villainess (2)
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"...that's what happened."
Emma averted her eyes as she explained why Reika was here.
"..."
I silently pressed a hand to my forehead.
The sight of Reika lying on Emma's bed drew a long sigh from me on reflex.
"...You didn't kill her, right?"
"Come on, how could I lay a hand on her without your permission, young master?"
Her words carried a fierce determination to kill Reika instantly if I just gave the word.
My head throbbed, and the hairs on my body stood on end—clear proof that I was utterly screwed.
...What the hell do I do now?
I shook my head as I looked at Reika.
Chapter 3 Boss: The Misha Family
The Misha family's combat strength was indeed lacking compared to the bosses of other chapters.
But that didn't mean the difficulty was ever low by any stretch.
I was sailing through smoothly now only because I knew the攻略 route. Normally, there should've been assassination attempt after assassination attempt by now. If they couldn't get me, they'd go after my brother instead. I'd already be staring down nearly ten bad ends.
...This is bad. I had to avoid touching Reika at all costs.
And one of the worst bad end triggers I knew was getting caught laying a hand on her body before fully conquering Garcia.
...I've got Garcia about halfway攻略ed right now.
Garcia's frigidity had improved somewhat thanks to her heightened sensitivity.
She was at the stage where she was starting to be honest about the pleasure she felt for the first time in her life.
Soon, she'd move on to shedding her inhibitions one by one in pursuit of that pleasure.
...But.
The moment it came out that Emma had touched Reika, she'd slip right out of the trap I'd so carefully set.
Her love for her children far surpassed any self-love.
The standard way to攻略 Reika was to fully tame Garcia first—make her believe that the pleasure I gave her was the height of happiness—then have her offer up Reika herself.
The key here was that Garcia would be doing it for Reika's sake, not mine, right up to the end.
In other words, I had to make her truly feel that submitting to me for pleasure was worth far more than wealth or power.
"...So, young master. Should I take care of her?"
Emma pulled a dagger from somewhere and spoke with a chilling edge.
Even just threatening her by choking her neck was enough to turn Garcia into an enemy. Killing Reika?
That would unleash a nightmare I couldn't handle.
Garcia would go berserk for starters. Even if I somehow beat her, next I'd have to face Cale—who'd awaken from wastrel to protagonist straight out of the novel.
...Hah.
But abandoning Emma wasn't an option either.
I'd already sworn in front of the half-breeds that I'd let them rest safely in my arms.
Break that vow, and my sturdy allies would turn into enemies lunging for my throat in an instant.
...Fuck.
Wasn't the world forcing me to take heat here?
Playing Academy's Tamer, Reika had never shown up looking for me even after the tea party—not once.
But the one time Emma stepped out briefly, Reika just had to appear?
Does that even make sense?!
I tried to hold it back, but sighs kept escaping.
"...Put it away. And you—go back to Gordon and train to hide your traits again."
"Huh...? Haha... Come on, young master... You're not serious, right?"
Emma tried to laugh it off, but I kept my expression dead serious and repeated myself.
"I'm dead serious. If you hadn't let your ears slip, things wouldn't have gotten this messy. Tch! Look—they're popping out again."
I wondered if I'd been too harsh, but one glance at those cat ears sprouting from her head killed any guilt.
"...I-I'm usually good at hiding them... But when I'm with you, young master, I lose control of my emotions..."
"No excuses."
"Eeeek... Young master... I'll do better next time, so please just forgive me this once."
She clung to my arm and turned on the charm, but I brushed her off firmly.
"...Emma, if you want to stay by my side from now on, this is the bare minimum."
My cold words made her cat ears droop limply.
"...Okay."
As Emma trudged out, I let out a short sigh and called her name once more.
"Emma."
"Yes! Young master! Have you changed your mind?"
Her eyes sparkled as she zipped right back, but I just pointed at the ears on her head.
"Put those away."
"...Young master. I hate you."
"I hate myself more."
I couldn't hold back and flicked her forehead hard.
"Ow! Down with violence!"
She clutched her head and left the room. I sank into a chair and eyed Reika.
Her hair, perfumed and well-maintained, gave off a pleasant scent. Her breaths made her modestly sized breasts rise and fall. Her legs stretched out long and pale.
"...The power of genes."
Come to think of it, Vivian and Bianca's butlers had a similar vibe. I wondered if Reika and Garcia's looked the same down there too.
"...Enough nonsense."
I tried to face reality, but no solutions came to mind.
Well, one did pop up.
But pulling it off? That was a long shot.
"...Fuck. As if that'd work..."
I slammed my head on the desk in frustration, and with a jolt, one wall shifted inward slightly.
"...?"
I carefully pried at the displaced wall, revealing a small hidden compartment.
What's this now?
An event I'd never seen before.
Of course—Reika being here was already off-script, so everything unfolding now was new.
I reached into the hidden space and pulled something out with trembling hands.
What the...?
It was a box about the size of my face.
I opened it cautiously to find a massive stack of drawings inside.
More precisely, drawings of me.
Flipping through, the early ones looked like a kid's scribbles—total messes. But as they got more recent, the detail rivaled photographs.
"...."
What terrified me most? I was asleep in every single one.
She was right there beside me every time I slept, all those years?
I pictured Emma silently sketching my sleeping form, holding her breath for years.
Hold on...
Emma was younger than me, definitely.
But even the recognizable drawings showed me as a little kid.
...So how old was she when she started drawing these?
A chill ran down my spine—
Was this Pandora's box?
Felt like I'd cracked open something I absolutely shouldn't have.
...Don't think about it.
Pretend I saw nothing.
No need to pick at a scab.
I neatly tucked the drawings back, hid the box in the wall, and acted like nothing happened.
"...Nngh..."
That's when Reika let out a groan, stirring like she was about to wake.
I quickly checked my clothes and face in the mirror, then returned to the chair, propped my chin, and waited for her to come to.
"...Kkhk... Ahh!"
Reika bolted up, clutching her throat in shock.
"Hah... hah... I'm alive...? Ngh... Where am I?"
Once she confirmed she was alive but bound, she glared at me and ground her teeth.
"...Eugene."
"Reika."
The old Reika would've snapped at me to call her "sister." No room for that now.
"...What the hell have you been up to?!"
Was it about Garcia? Or Emma? No telling.
Not that it mattered—I had no intention of answering either.
"Don't you get who's holding the cards here? I ask the questions."
I crossed my legs leisurely, and she bit her lip.
Her training included survival skills.
Key rule when kidnapped: Don't piss off the captor.
She assessed it coolly and nodded.
"...This is important, so answer honestly."
"...Fine."
"How often do you masturbate a week? Do you think you're sensitive?"
"...Are you insane?"
The question blindsided her, and curses flew from her mouth.
Just as I'd suspected.
And the barrage continued.
"Figures a lunatic would pull shit like this! You should abandon the Calliope estate right now and swear never to come back..."
Time was ticking even now, so I sighed.
"...It'd be smarter to just answer. Better for your health."
She looked at me like I was trash.
"Ha, why? Wasn't groping Mom enough? Now you want a piece of me too?"
"..."
She wasn't wrong about wanting her—but my question was purely for her mental health.
"Die! Trash! Bastard! Retard!"
Every minute counted, but the conversation was going nowhere.
"If you won't answer... no choice then."
I hardened my expression, rummaged in my pocket, and approached her.
"...D-don't... Stay back! Stay the fuck back, you rapist bastard!"
She thrashed under the blanket, limbs flailing—but she was a rat in a trap.
"Guh...! Ngh... Hah..."
I forced her mouth open against her resistance and poured in the aphrodisiac.
"Hey...! You! What the hell did you just feed me?!"
"..."
I just stared at her silently.
Aphrodisiac x3.3 + Prince on the Bed x3.
Total sensitivity: 9.9x
Even Garcia, who had frigidity, risked brain-fry and addiction at 10x. What would happen to Reika, who wasn't numb to begin with?
She wouldn't go down easy, for sure.
...Sorry, but I've gotta survive too.
Corrupt Reika before Garcia came looking.
That was my one shot at survival.
Alright then...
Taming the Villainess begins.