Carlyle Schultz surprisingly had a sincere side.

    He is a famous prodigal son at the academy and has a free spirit who doesn’t hesitate to be late, but he has his own standards.

    First of all, I never miss school. Even if I’m a little late in the morning, I always go to school.

    And during lunch, he would always play a game of basketball. During the game, he would monopolize the attention and gaze of many female students. This was part of his routine.

    Well, anyway.

    After that, Carlyle always took a nap, and his private hideaway was none other than the roof of the academy.

    Just when the weather is cool and the breeze is blowing gently, I like to sleep.

    After taking a short nap like that, when the afternoon bell rings, I attend afternoon classes, and after all classes are over, I go to my after-school job.

    Sure enough, it was like that.

    “… … .”

    Lately, Carlyle Schultz’s routine has been a little disrupted, and that’s because of one person he’s only known for a few days.

    From the first day of the semester.

    Carlyle frowned at the dark scenery outside.

    Damn, I might be late.

    I have to go to work.

    I suspect it’s the aftereffects of the morning incident at the infirmary. I definitely feel a bit tired afterwards.

    Have you been neglecting your exercise routine lately? I don’t feel that way.

    Then is it because your stamina has declined? You are still young.

    There can only be one correct answer.

    Because I’m so into the other person.

    Well, that’s it.

    Bianca Shamal and I fit together so well.

    Certainly, Carlyle had recently discovered that intertwining bodies with a woman could be quite special.

    I was so enthusiastic about it that I realized it later.

    It wasn’t just an act to please myself. It was also nice to see the other person getting messed up. It was quite satisfying.

    And, definitely.

    There was something fulfilling beyond physical pleasure, a certain emotional stability that was difficult to put into words.

    ‘Do you like Bianca Shamal?’

    Questions to ask yourself.

    It’s still too early to tell for sure about this, but Carlyle thought for a moment that it seemed like it might be the case.

    The reason I’m not entirely sure is because I’ve never liked anyone before.

    Well, but.

    Carlyle Schultz has been feeling pretty good lately, enough to even think positively about this.

    -What are you doing, Bianca?

    Carlyle texted the number he had obtained in the morning.

    How did you get the number?

    When Bianca was lying down in pain, he almost did all the cleaning in the infirmary by himself. He used that as an excuse to get it.

    [Why… the number…!]

    At first, I refused by whining and covering his mouth with my own, and then I almost couldn’t bear it anymore, but I somehow got over it.

    -Do you want to eat dinner together?

    I’m late for work anyway.

    After thinking for a moment, Carlyle wrote the text again.

    -No, let’s eat together.

    For some reason, I thought it would be better to be proactive with Bianca. If she really didn’t like me, or if the conditions weren’t right, I would reject her anyway.

    That angry face and that ticklish attitude kept coming to mind. Carlyle couldn’t understand himself like this.

    Anyway, he waited patiently for a reply. Of course, there was no result.

    However, Carlyle Schultz was not so impatient as to be disappointed by this reaction.

    ‘Really… cute.’

    Rather, he thinks that the opponent is being rejected.

    He would cling to me in bed, and I would whine because I liked him so much, but I couldn’t help but think how cute it was that he didn’t respond. I don’t know if he was being sarcastic, but Carlyle chuckled and soon got up from his seat.

    -Have a nice dinner.

    I write another message and go out to do my part-time job.

    Even when I work part-time like that, I can’t concentrate.

    I thought of Bianca Shamal. I was a little bit looking forward to her reply, in case she hadn’t replied.

    It was just a simple bar job, so it wasn’t difficult even if I was absent-minded for a while.

    “Thank you for your hard work, Carlyle.”

    So my part-time job ended like that.

    Carlyle, on his way back, discovered it quite by chance.

    The person he has been focusing all his attention on recently is none other than Bianca Shamal.

    Carlyle was speechless at the sight of her in plain clothes, something he had never seen before.

    A small, white, and delicate woman.

    I feel like my tastes are changing.

    Carlyle originally liked tall, mature women, but he ends up losing his gaze.

    When we first met, he was wearing plain clothes, but compared to then, he definitely looks more dressed up now.

    Ivory knit top with gray checkered skirt.

    The shoes are a little odd, like men’s sneakers, but that’s not a problem.

    It was purely by accident that Carlyle discovered Vita.

    But why on earth is that?

    His dense facial features looked so angry and irritated that he paused for a moment.

    Then, at that moment, when I was trying to pretend to know the other person.

    slap-

    She saw a man appear for some unknown reason, grab Bianca’s arm, and push her into the alley.

    Carlyle almost jumped out of reflex, but he approached calmly for the time being, because he didn’t know the situation well.

    And then. Soon, a look of anxiety appears in Bianca’s piercing eyes.

    Carlyle had already moved his body without hesitation.

    ***

    And this is what happened.

    “What are you?”

    Carlyle spoke quietly.

    “What are you talking about, you.”

    It didn’t take long to figure out the situation.

    The moment the frightened amethyst eyes looked at him and found relief, Carlyle felt glad, but the blood drained from his head.

    The opponent is flailing his body.

    “What the heck! ”

    Carlyle slowly raised his hand that was holding her collar.

    “What did you just do to this kid? Explain it to me.”

    Sure, he was angry. He was relatively calm, but he was angry with himself.

    If only my judgment had been a little quicker, if only I had just run straight there.

    It was enough to prevent me from being pushed against the wall.

    To be honest, my mind was blank for a moment earlier. The moment an unknown man approached Bianca Shamal, I was struck by various speculations and emotions.

    Kwaaak-

    so.

    Carlyle Schultz tightened his grip even further.

    “Let go, you-! Do you know who I am?”

    If he had decided to rebel, he could have done so. However, Carlyle’s momentum completely crushed his opponent.

    He’s a typical weak-willed, mean-spirited thug. These thugs are usually quick to judge.

    Carlyle asked coldly.

    “Are you something?”

    This isn’t the first or second time I’ve seen these punks.

    “I have no idea what kind of kid you are.”

    He had seen many a time when he had seen a bunch of worthless guys get drunk and act like they didn’t know what to do.

    “If you are confident, tell me.”

    So Carlyle said, with golden eyes like a beast of prey before its eyes.

    Right now, at this very moment.

    Nathan, who was grabbed by the collar, instinctively realized.

    ‘This kid… what is this… ‘

    I got caught by a crazy guy. I tried to struggle, but I had no chin at all.

    If you say so yourself, it will happen at that moment. Whether it is up to standard or not.

    Sometimes, one facial expression or a glance from someone can say more than a thousand words.

    This guy is about to kill himself right now.

    Besides, of course.

    Gray hair and golden eyes. At first glance, the impression and the aura from his body seem far from ordinary.

    Nathan already knows a famous guy with these characteristics.

    ‘Could it be Carlyle Schultz…?’

    He was from a different academy, but he was so well-known by word of mouth that he was considered a close friend. Nathan was dumbfounded and couldn’t help but be speechless. When a guy like this has his eyes wide open, he can’t see anything.

    puck-

    at that time.

    A fist flew towards Nathan’s face.

    “If you have no excuses, then take it.”

    It was literally mind-blowing. It was such a shock.

    “three. One.”

    “Ugh, kekeke… ”

    Nathan was sure at this moment that even if he had rebelled, he would have been treated like a dog.

    You’re fucking dirty, you crazy bastard.

    “Mi, sorry. It was all my fault… ”

    It feels like the radish has gone out.

    “If you don’t wash it, it increases by one?”

    The opponent of the Q&A dance.

    Nathan was so shocked by those words that he had to open his mouth in shock.

    “… Ha, one hit-!”

    It’s humiliating, but more than that, I’m scared. Nathan, who is very intimidated, is suddenly told by the other person.

    “And the apology should be directed to someone else, not me.”

    And, two more.

    Phew-

    A shock that shakes the front of your eyes violently.

    “two… !”

    Nathan fell to the ground, unable to say anything.

    ***

    Phew-

    “two… ”

    I tried to say two, but I saw stars in front of my eyes.

    Nathan, who was in a state of confusion, was losing consciousness.

    “Stop it, Carlyle… !”

    A surprised woman’s voice.

    Nathan internally collapsed and cursed the owner of the voice.

    ‘Ah, shit… Stop it a little faster.’

    But sometimes I think it’s fortunate that I get hit one less time.

    My body is pulled again.

    Phew-

    “Set.”

    “Keuh-eok-!”

    Nathan’s pupils dilated for a moment, and he felt the lower part of his pants grow warm. Then he fell to the ground.

    thud-

    Afterwards, Carlyle turned to Vita without even looking at the fallen Nathan.

    And then he immediately took Vita into his arms.

    “Are you okay, you…?”

    A low, ringing voice. The embrace feels somehow warm.

    But rather than that, Vita hesitated for a moment at the dramatic change in attitude.

    ‘Looking at that Carlyle guy now… he’s really strong.’

    It’s not that hard though!

    Ahem, well.

    That’s why he’s called Vita Shamal’s rival in the first place.

    I was a little surprised that it was that bitter just now.

    Thud- thud-

    Nathan is definitely right, but he feels like he’s right.

    “I thought you were going to kill people!”

    Carlyle chuckled at Vita’s words. It was a bit of a red herring, but he thought things were going well.

    “Don’t worry. People don’t die like that.”

    “How do you know that?”

    “There is a way to know.”

    There is a lot of joking conversation going on.

    In fact, it was clearly a serious situation until just now.

    “Really, are you okay?”

    Vita nodded to Carlyle who asked again.

    “Nothing happened.”

    ‘It’s not because of you, though.’

    The latter is only a word in the mind.

    I think we could have solved it even if Carlyle hadn’t come.

    But that feeling from earlier, that momentary sense of helplessness…

    ‘No, it’s useless.’

    Vita shook her head, trying to shake the thought off, not even wanting to realize what it was.

    Well, anyway.

    I’m grateful for this one time.

    Of course, what comes out of your mouth is the opposite of what you really think.

    “It was something I could easily solve on my own.”

    “Hmm, really?”

    Surprisingly, Carlyle agreed with my words quite readily.

    “That would have been you.”

    Geum-an, with a serious expression, meets his gaze.

    “But if you’re late in the future, call me anytime. I’ll come running right over.”

    Vita felt strange.

    ‘Why you?’

    ‘Why are you calling me?’

    There are so many questions, but for some reason it feels quite strange to say them out loud.

    Although this flow happened quite naturally, Vita suddenly started to feel concerned about this situation.

    So, this is a situation where Carlyle Schultz hugs his own body and won’t let go.

    But I don’t know why I care about this situation.

    Actually, the feeling of being held in your arms isn’t unpleasant.

    Vita pondered for a moment, wondering what the reason might be.

    I felt quite uncomfortable when Nathan touched me earlier.

    But why?

    Why don’t I feel that way about this guy?

    I think about it carefully, but I still don’t know the answer.

    How long did I have to hold you with that strange feeling?

    Vita, who had been blankly staring, was led by Carlyle. Before she knew it, she was holding his hand.

    “Let’s go, Bianca.”

    Vita was surprised and tried to pull her hand away, but it was held tightly. Instead, Carlyle misunderstood Vita’s actions and hugged her again. Slowly stroking the back of her head.

    “Just follow me.”

    “Uh, where to…?”

    “You’ll know everything when you go.”

    I was caught in a strange atmosphere, holding hands with others.

    Vita follows Carlyle.

    ‘What are you up to now?’

    Thinking like that to myself.

    I don’t even think about it because this situation is so strange. But somehow I don’t hate it that much.

    Vita thought this situation was really strange. She couldn’t even express it in words.

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