“……”
Lomiu stood up.
This place was no longer safe to stay in.
He really wanted to escape from this world.
Female superiority and Yuri—these four words combined to actually merge into a “God-tier”!
How freaking wonderful!
“I still have to go to class.”
Leaving those words behind, Lomiu turned and left.
Annie immediately followed.
Sylvia straightened her butler uniform and also stepped forward, maintaining her pace on Lomiu’s other side.
Still following!?
Lomiu’s footsteps paused for a moment.
“No, this person is really sick…”
Lomiu didn’t bother to pay attention, simply opening his personal terminal and pulling up the squad account interface.
The light screen lit up, and a string of startling numbers floated before the three of them.
One thousand eight hundred and thirty-seven credits.
This was the result of yesterday’s frantic dumping; even after removing the credits distributed by the Talent Cultivation Plan, it was still staggering.
Lomiu’s finger slid across the light screen, first taking his own portion.
[Personal Account Credits: 460]
[Transfer: Annie Willowta, 400 points.]
The remaining credits were divided equally between the other two members of the squad, Ibuki Mio and Karenina.
“It seems your memory is quite good.”
Realizing this was the reward they had previously agreed upon, Annie’s attention momentarily shifted away from Sylvia, and her aura softened slightly.
“Paying back what is owed is only natural.”
After finishing all this, Lomiu quietly observed Sylvia.
“I’ve already done this much; she should finally understand there’s no rift between me and the squad and give up, right?”
As expected, Sylvia watched his operations, lost in thought.
Sure enough.
He had no freedom to dispose of these credits at all.
Everything was governed by rules set by Kafniel, flowing into accounts he controlled.
And having only a few hundred credits left meant…
Money could not save Lomiu.
The root of his imprisonment was that invisible contract between him and Kafniel.
Everything was exactly as Sylvia expected.
First-year classroom.
Lomiu let out a long sigh of relief.
He sat beside Karenina, feeling a long-lost sense of security.
The classroom was a sanctuary for students.
Sylvia was a third-year senior; it was impossible for her to chase him all the way to a first-year classroom.
“Bro, I’m counting on you today.” Lomiu lowered his voice and nudged Karenina with his elbow.
Karenina looked straight ahead and nodded.
She had already received Annie’s report.
“Tangled up in trouble… What do you need me to do?”
Another act, another scene of testing.
If Sylvia’s mind were still sane, she wouldn’t have invaded a rival’s bedroom wearing a butler suit after being rebuffed once.
As for Lomiu?
His panic, his helplessness—to believe even a fraction of it would be a sign of disrespect toward Karenina’s past judgments—
In this regard, the only explanation Karenina could believe was that Lomiu was planning something again.
Just then, the classroom door was pushed open.
A figure walked in.
The ease on Lomiu’s face instantly froze.
Sylvia Valentine, still wearing that handsome butler outfit, ignored the startled gazes from the entire classroom.
She walked straight to Lomiu’s side, sat down in an empty seat, glanced at the class schedule, and slid her finger across her brooch a few times.
The instructor walked in, saw Sylvia, and had just begun to frown when they felt the brooch vibrate.
After seeing a number, the history instructor nodded: “Class begins.”
“There’s even a bribery segment!”
Lomiu felt his world turn black and white.
“Why did Senior Sylvia come to audit the class…?”
“I heard she has already completed all the topics for her graduation defense. As long as she pays the seating credits, she can freely enter and exit any course.”
“She’s truly a genius…”
Every word was like a knife stabbing into Lomiu’s heart.
Graduation defense… completed?
So she’s just bored and specifically came to disgust people!
How was he supposed to hide from this?!
“No, I don’t want to be stalked for the rest of my life…”
Lomiu’s body shook subconsciously, and he shrank back toward Karenina.
It seemed that now, only his buddy was a normal person!
The distance between the two of them instantly shortened to almost nothing.
Lomiu could even smell a certain cold, clear fragrance emanating from him.
As expected of a prince, he actually uses women’s perfume!
“Bro, there’s something wrong with this person. Help me block her.”
However, Lomiu didn’t notice.
Karenina’s body stiffened straight in an instant.
The young man’s body temperature was transmitted through the thin school uniform.
That close-at-hand, unique scent belonging to Lomiu, mixed with the hot breath he exhaled while speaking…
In just a few seconds, she felt her mind go blank, and the temperature of her cheeks climbed uncontrollably.
“Such a high-intensity test?”
Karenina forcibly commanded herself to calm down.
This was acting, a way of taking a side, and also a way to test her own adaptability and royal upbringing.
She must cooperate with him!
She absolutely couldn’t let it slip!
She tried her best to control her breathing, but Karenina’s bodily stiffness and slightly reddened earlobes could not escape Lomiu’s perception.
Look!
What professional acting!
To help him, his brother even acted out this kind of full-body discomfort and resistance!
This stiff body, these tense muscles—every part was telling the story of a straight man’s genuine reaction when another man got close!
Too real!
Too spot-on!
“Bro, I’ve put you in a difficult position.” Lomiu felt grateful in his heart.
“Wha…”
This scene, falling into Sylvia’s eyes, was nothing short of a bolt from the blue!
That Kafniel, that sanctimonious First Seat, the son of the great Russell nobility!
To… to actually show this kind of emotion in front of another man!?
First of all, she was certain that Lomiu could not have such a proclivity!
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have risked forging that ointment for her to suppress her bloodline defect!
Then the answer to the matter was very clear!
Kafniel was controlling Lomiu in this way for the sake of physical desire!
The habit of the broken sleeve!
How filthy and despicable!
Just like the current decaying, disintegrating Russell Royal Court!
“I must begin the rescue immediately!”
Fighting spirit ignited deep within Sylvia’s vertical pupils.
She had indeed lost once, but so what?
As long as the contract was established, she could reasonably stay by Lomiu’s side, protecting this heart of his, as well as the purity of his body—
At least until graduation!
“What on earth is she going crazy about?”
The atmosphere was tense, but Lomiu frowned like a psychiatrist encountering a difficult case.
Dragon Scale Ointment, she doesn’t want it. Freedom, she doesn’t want it. Could she actually be coming for me?
“Am I not the pure mastermind, the stumbling block leading to her life’s misfortune? What exactly is going on?”
“No, she’s like this with the female lead too. In the personal story, she’s a pure-bred God-tier!”
“But don’t I have the fate of a villain? How exactly did I become a White Moonlight?”
The more he tried to understand, the more Lomiu felt he had fallen into unknown territory.
But looking on the bright side…
It seemed like no one was pointing fingers at him?
Where was that enthusiastic, righteous female lead who was extremely particular about noble integrity?
Wait?
Noble integrity?
Lomiu suddenly recalled the girl who had walked out of the crowd yesterday and delivered a passionate speech when everyone was about to return their goods.
……
“Haha.”
Having figured everything out, Lomiu felt as if his soul was about to ascend to heaven.
No wonder those women suddenly turned into idiots the moment it was time to return the goods.
It turns out the will of the game, the incarnation of luck, personally took the field to mess with me…
But thinking from another direction…
“The protagonist has even made a move. Can I still step into destruction?”
If this ends in a BE, wouldn’t that be quite illogical?!