Chapter 11: The Damn villainess.
by fnovelpia
Viviana Merdellia
She is one of the main characters in the [Princess Raising Simulation], a munchkin character with whom you can play the game with exhilarating ease from the beginning.
Monstrous stats.
Spectacular swordsmanship.
A colossal background as a duchess.
Despite one painful drawback, purely in terms of specs, she was a massive hexagonal character.
I felt terribly resentful. If I had just one of Viviana’s privileges, I could enjoy a much more comfortable life of leisure.
‘…By the way, she looks incredibly pretty in real life.’
It was no wonder she was the protagonist.
I thought she was pretty when I played the game, but seeing her in person, I realized the game’s illustrations significantly underestimated her beauty. Her appearance was enough to make one naturally exclaim in admiration.
Even if we set aside her face for a moment.
Why is she so tall, like a model?
And why are her breasts so perfectly shaped?
I averted my eyes from Viviana and looked down at my own chest. I thought I didn’t care about breast size, but for some reason, I felt a pang of resentment.
It wasn’t just her looks. She was the only duchess of the illustrious Merdellia Duke’s family. Even nobles of higher rank than me struggled to gain even a sliver of her attention.
“Tsk.”
When they first saw me, they all looked at me with disdain, but they fawned over Viviana. Even in a world where status is everything, I thought they were being excessively sycophantic.
‘…I shouldn’t criticize them for being superficial.’
I’m probably the most superficial person here. Upon reflection, it was like spitting in my own face. I let out a short sigh, releasing the bitterness within me, and then smiled again.
Well, a protagonist is a protagonist.
I am me.
It’s not surprising that Viviana would be here. This banquet was directly invited by the royal palace. No matter how much of a big shot Viviana was, she couldn’t refuse an invitation from the palace.
Although I didn’t expect to encounter one of the protagonists here, nothing changed. Let the protagonist live out her munchkin drama, and I’ll behave according to my station.
“Lady Sharione!”
“Oh my, Tina.”
I ran into the arms of the woman who smiled brightly at me. Sharione hugged me warmly and looked at the blue necklace around my neck with a pleased expression.
“You’re wearing the necklace I gave you? I’m delighted.”
“Of course, I have to wear the gift you gave me. I’ll treasure it for life.”
“Haha… how lovely. I’ll buy you another one next time, so you don’t have to.”
Exchanging brief pleasantries with Sharione, I naturally joined the group she was conversing with. Amid the lively atmosphere, I noticed other young ladies looking at me with curious eyes.
“I’ve heard the rumors, but she’s truly adorable… Her hair is so white, like a bundle of cotton. I want to touch her once.”
At Young ladies words, Sharione smiled warmly and patted my head once.
“Hehe… You can touch her as much as you want. Right, Tina?”
“Of course! I don’t mind.”
“Oh my…”
At my words, the Young ladies hands were placed on my body. Some patted my head, and a few pinched my cheeks. I smiled comfortably, not rejecting their hands, as if they were treating me like a pet.
“…It would be nice to have someone like Tina in my mansion. I could pet her every day.”
One of the Young lady looked at me with a longing gaze, but Sharione immediately extended her hand with a stern expression.
“No, Lady Margaret? Tina is our shared possession.”
“I’m, I’m sorry, Sharione.”
At Sharione’s words, a chill momentarily filled the surroundings, but soon, the harmonious atmosphere of laughing and chatting returned as if nothing had happened.
Social gatherings can be really scary when you see things like this.
As the party continued to flow, I glanced at the clock on the wall while stifling a short yawn. The time to meet Mardian was approaching. As I stood up, leaving the Young ladies who were engaged in various conversations, Sharione looked at me with curious eyes.
“Oh, where are you going?”
“I want to greet Lord Mardian. I’ll be back shortly.”
“Hehe… Tina is really kind. Go ahead.”
Bowing politely to Sharione, I left the hall of the party. Walking through the long corridor and out to the side, a splendid garden illuminated by the soft moonlight came into view.
“You’ve come, Tina.”
A woman with bright blonde hair placed her hand on my shoulder. The wine glass she held made her look even more elegant.
“Hehe… I’ve missed you, Lady Mardian.”
“I couldn’t calm my excitement thinking about you, Tina.”
Mardian handed me a wine glass. Puzzled by her intention, I tilted my head, and Mardian spoke with a seductive smile on her lips.
“Today, we’ll be a bit rough, so drink up.”
“What? Oh, no, it’s okay.”
This crazy villainess.
What are you offering to a 16-year-old girl?
I tried to decline with a polite smile, but Mardian seemed to have misunderstood my response.
“Yeah, you think it’s better to do it sober, huh? Always the sly fox.”
“Ugh..!”
Mardian suddenly grabbed my wrist tightly. The stronger-than-usual grip sent a sharp pain through my wrist. I let out a faint groan, but Mardian didn’t stop and dragged me further into the garden.
As we went deeper inside, the crowd thinned, and the voices of people grew fainter. We finally arrived at a secluded spot surrounded by bushes, where even the loud music from the grand party couldn’t reach.
“Hah.. Tina, take off your skirt immediately.”
Seeing Mardian’s face, which was redder than usual, I felt a surge of bewilderment. Could there be something bothering him?
“Ma, Mardian…? Is there something wrong…?”
“Something wrong… Yeah, if you call it that, something is wrong.”
Her eyes, sharper and more sunken than usual, stared at me. Before I could grasp what had changed, Mardian grabbed my neck with both hands.
“Ack!”
“Why is it? These days, when I see you giving coy smiles to other women, it drives me crazy with anger.”
“Gasp, b-breathing, Ma, Mardian. Sir.”
“Of course, I said I’d help you expand your influence, but what should be done with a pet that flirts with everyone while leaving its master behind?”
In a suffocating situation, my thoughts narrowed, and my mind was only filled with confusion. Encouraging me to get close to others, and now saying that, what am I supposed to do?
But the reality was that I couldn’t utter a single complaint in front of Mardian. I couldn’t guess why Mardian had changed like this, but all I could offer her was an apology.
“S-sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Gasp, sob, I’m sorry, Mardian, s-sister..”
At the word ‘sister,’ Mardian’s red eyes trembled slightly. She bit her own lips several times and then released my neck. While I sat on the ground, breathing heavily, Mardian sighed briefly and embraced me.
“I’m sorry, Tina. I must have gotten overly excited without realizing it… I don’t know why I’ve become so sensitive.”
“N-no, if it could soothe Mardian’s feelings, I’m happy to do it.”
“…You really are something, Tina.”
Mardian’s red eyes fluctuated greatly. After biting her lips for a moment, she smiled softly and pointed to the statue in the garden.
“Come, put your hands here and stick out your butt.”
“T-that…”
“Hurry.”
I couldn’t refuse.
Thanks to her, I could enjoy this lifestyle, so it was as if Mardian held my leash.
In the end, I obediently placed my hands on the statue and stuck out my butt as she said. Mardian confidently approached me and lifted my skirt up.
“Hold this.”
“…Yes.”
Without resistance, I bit onto the lifted hem of my skirt. Mardian laughed softly and patted my head, then started caressing my thighs with her hands.
Her perverted touches gave me goosebumps. I couldn’t understand why she liked this. I could ignore my pride being shattered multiple times, but enduring such sexual humiliation was hard.
It felt like my inner masculinity was being trampled.
On the outside, I pretended not to care, but I was a strong man to the core.
‘Damn villainess.’
If I only had power… If I were born as a royalty… Villainesses like you would be…
Slaaap-!
“Ahh?!?”
A sharp hand suddenly struck my buttocks.
The much sharper pain than usual made me let out a high-pitched voice unconsciously.
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