episode_0022

Side Story – Do you like Bianca Shamal?

My name is Carlyle Schultz. I am 19 years old.

A being who appears perfect in every way on the outside.

A prodigal son of Antiope Academy and at the same time a talented person.

In particular, it is a well-known fact to those who know him that the Dean personally scouted him.

But is that all? Carlyle Schultz has always had a steady stream of women.

Black hair and golden eyes.

Long, slender legs and broad shoulders. Cool, sharp facial features.

An appearance that would make most average female students cheer.

He’s good at grades and even fights well.

It was also famous for its unique atmosphere.

Chic, cool, and if you could call it that, a ‘bad boy’ style.

It wasn’t much of a secret that the three female students who were considered the school’s three biggest stars all liked him or had liked him at one time.

But now, as his final semester approaches, Carlyle Schultz has cut off all contact with the opposite sex.

For no other reason.

Because I’m just tired of it.

No matter how many women I date, I can’t figure out what the other person likes. I can’t figure it out.

So, this kind of incident happened often.

“… You piece of trash.”

The female student with the angry expression looks like she has a poisonous temper.

Whenever I say it’s good, it’s always Carlyle who ends up being the one to make the difference.

“Linsey, one of the three great flowers of Antiope Academy, with a long purple ponytail and fierce red eyes, speaks.

“Be honest with me. Have you ever been excited by me?”

Carlyle remained silent at those words, then admitted it honestly.

“… No.”

Because it’s true.

All the other person wanted from him was an honest answer, so he just gave them what they wanted.

Crack-

I got hit in the cheek. And I heard you cry.

I understand that you got slapped, but I hate women who cry. I don’t really feel like comforting them, but it’s an act that seeks sympathy.

Naturally, the two of them broke up that day.

‘Let’s stop now.’

Carlyle suddenly thought.

They are all equally tired. Women are creatures, you know.

He has been through something similar more than ten times already.

It’s a hassle to contact and a hassle to care.

But in the end, I always feel like I’m the problem.

So Carlyle decided it was time to stop.

The people I’ve dated have always wanted to receive back what they’ve done for me. In fact, he never asked me to do anything for him.

But he’s also human. He has a guilty conscience.

Even if he was called a piece of trash and got slapped when we broke up, he didn’t deny it.

But let me make an excuse.

If I don’t contact you for a little while, you keep clinging to me, and it feels like you’re trying to control me.

‘Why on earth?’

One day, Carlyle asked him why.

-Because you are so handsome.

All I could hear was such an absurd answer. That must mean he was worried that I would look away.

I tried to adapt to those types of opponents, but it didn’t work out very well.

In the first place, Carlyle Schultz was always liked by women around him for no reason since he was young.

[I like you, Carlyle.]

I’ve heard those words countless times, but my heart never fluttered when I heard them.

Well, most of the women who approached him in the first place. They often approached him simply because of his appearance.

Of course, Carlyle knows very well that this is both a blessing in its own way and, compared to most people, something close to a deception.

A very clear deficiency existed within him. Carlyle could hardly trust the affection of others.

***

Originally, one person had many different sides.

Contrary to his polished appearance and his characteristically easy-going demeanor, Carlyle Schultz was born an orphan.

Because I grew up in an orphanage without receiving any parental love.

Perhaps because of that kind of environment, he had firm standards from a young age. That means he was quite serious at times.

The daycare teacher described him as a precocious and pessimistic child.

As a child, Carlyle spoke to his teacher.

-I don’t think it’s good for me to stay here too long. I don’t think it’ll help.

-But, Carlyle. Then what do you want to do?

-I want to become independent quickly.

Contrary to his teacher’s opinion, Carlyle simply thought of himself as being realistic.

The welfare system is so well-established that if you wanted to, you could be an adult.

‘If I just go with the flow and live according to what the world tells me, will anything change?’

Carlyle Schultz thought.

My seat is by the window.

Every evening after dinner, the bright night view outside the daycare center and the happy expressions on the faces of the people.

For example, looking at loving families or couples in love, Carlyle imagined his own future on top of them.

‘Surely, someday…’

He said that he also wants to live an ordinary and happy life like that. With someone special.

But that kind of ordinariness feels so distant to the child from the moment he is born.

So, around the age of fifteen, Carlyle came out of the orphanage with a sense of determination.

I was determined to succeed. I thought this path would help me in my future life, so from then on, I solved everything on my own.

There is almost nothing I haven’t done.

He worked on construction sites and distributed flyers. Carlyle earned all his living expenses with his own hands, and whenever he had free time, he studied the theory of magic.

There’s no particular reason. It’s because professions that deal with magic make a lot of money.

-Your young friend is amazing.

-I heard that Cheol was born very early.

The adults I work with often say things like that.

By pure coincidence.

An adult who had been supporting him since the orphanage saw him well and pushed him even harder.

But I lived so fiercely.

Sometimes, indeed, Carlyle was helpless.

When a feeling of loneliness suddenly comes over you, as if you were left alone in the world. Because in reality, you are alone.

That was something that could not be helped even for a precocious boy who was carving out a dark future with only his will and confidence.

And from then on, Carlyle set one goal.

‘Let’s get married quickly.’

Meet the woman you love.

Well, it’s something he’s never had before.

Someone who can rely on each other when times are tough, someone who can rely on each other, someone who can be on his side without any reason or price. That’s the kind of person Carlyle hopes for.

I’ve always wanted it.

Well, that’s why I kept dating women, and there was a time when I was into them too.

Well, he’s a man, too. I can’t say he’s never been caught up in desire. But he’s always been careful not to use contraception, perhaps because he was born an orphan. Carlyle didn’t think of giving up his habit until he was sure. It’s only natural.

Having a strange sense of vanity, or being overly obsessed.

Or being too coy. Anyway, there are many others, but they are all women who are just not compatible with him.

‘Why, on earth.’

No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to like it.

So, because there isn’t a woman that really catches my eye, Carlyle has almost given up on her recently.

Maybe my standards are high. Maybe I’m just a bit strange.

Even thinking about it myself, I had sorted out all my relationships with women that had been going on forever, and was just killing time by killing off my boring feelings.

[Hey, get out!]

A woman appeared.

Her blond hair was flowing and her purple eyes were sparkling.

She was wearing a short skirt, but she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and she wasn’t embarrassed at all about it.

‘What is this guy…?’

Lately, he’s been deliberately keeping his distance from women, but for some reason, he feels intrigued by the person in front of him.

Is this tempting in a pretty bold and refreshing way?

Carlyle is ridiculous, and his opponent is cute too.

‘Can I play with you for a little while?’

It didn’t take long for the faint curiosity that had started at that time to become uncontrollable.

***

A perfect cool autumn night.

There is a cocktail bar on the second floor of a neat building in the middle of a busy street.

Colorful lighting appropriate for soft, flowing classics.

A classy bar called ‘Milliore’.

Late in the evening, this place was always bustling with young female customers looking for a good atmosphere.

“Carlyle! Serve me!”

“Yes, sir.”

Carlyle Schultz was now serving, dressed in a smart waiter’s uniform.

His image at school is that of a prodigal son, but in reality, he lives a fairly healthy life.

The reason the academy provides him with a lot of convenience is because they know he is busy making a living.

Having worked at this bar for over a year now, Carlyle is quite adept at it and moves his body busily.

After confirming the order.

Swish- Swish-

With skilled hand movements, he filled cocktail glasses, served them, and cleaned up tables quickly and neatly after customers left, and he was busy moving around the hall for a while.

“Excuse me, by any chance… “

As he goes to take the order, a blushing woman speaks shyly.

“Um… Excuse me. Could you give me your number?“

Carlyle responded politely, as he had somewhat expected this.

“Sorry, sir. I’m currently working.“

An expression of a sharp rejection.

The woman who asked for my number looked regretful, but soon lowered her head.

“Then, excuse me.“

Carlyle moved again.

In fact, most of the women who come to the cocktail bar here, ‘Milliore’, look at him.

“… He’s handsome, really.”

“He’s tall and has a good body… He’s totally my ideal type.”

“Speak to me, just once.”

The sight of women whispering so quietly is not an unusual sight here.

A brief break was given. Carlyle Schultz leaned against the wall and brushed his bangs back.

It’s hot. Especially today.

Is it because you have a lot of work?

The customers keep coming in. So this time is like a break, like a shower.

Carlyle suddenly found himself feeling funny, as the sweat-sticking shirt felt very uncomfortable.

‘…What am I doing?’

So, what should I say?

Since I don’t usually do this kind of overtime work, I don’t even know why I’m doing it.

But that question is-

‘…I wonder if I’ll get a reply?’

When someone’s face comes to mind, it disappears like the wind. Carlyle took out his phone and felt a little excited, but it was as he had expected.

[What are you doing, Bianca?]

There was no reply at all, but Carlyle chuckled after checking that it had been read.

“It’s bouncing again, again.”

She’s a really funny woman. She’s also cute, which is a problem.

There’s never been a woman who’s bounced off him before. Even after sleeping with her.

On the contrary, Bianca Shamal is the first person he has ever contacted on a consistent basis.

I really don’t know why, but that’s just how it is.

So Carlyle sent another text.

[I’m working. I miss you, Bianca.]

A little bit on purpose.

If you say this in front of the other person, their reaction will be quite something to see.

‘Because it’s fun to tease.’

Of course, Vita got really annoyed when she saw that text.

“Ha, really- just block them?”

It was Carlyle who made such a statement.

***

By the time I finished work, it was deep night.

Carlyle returned to his room and thought for a moment.

I remember a conversation with my boss.

[What’s wrong, Carlyle? You never did anything you asked me to do. You’re working overtime, you’re always looking at your phone. Be honest with me. Is something wrong with you?]

Perhaps the boss misunderstood something strange.

[What is that? It’s not like the debt collector is urging you to pay me back at all, is it?]

[No, sir.]

At the time, Carlyle just smiled and gave the answer.

Something did happen. Recently, there was this one person who really bothered me.

But then I happened to overhear a conversation.

[What? Really?! You’ve never been to an amusement park?!]

[It’s not that I haven’t been there… I went there when I was very young.]

[You can just go with your boyfriend!]

[… Me, Boyfriend. There’s never been anything like that…?]

Carlyle’s ears perked up.

‘Yes, this is it.’

I had that thought.

How to win the heart of a girl who keeps flirting with you.

I don’t understand it myself. That’s why Carlyle has been working overtime recently. He has saved up money to buy tickets, but he has to replenish the amount he lost.

I know full well that doing this in the first place is irrational.

To be honest, I’ve been feeling strangely like I can’t even study lately.

Originally, Carlyle would study alone every day after work until dawn, but these days, his head only fills with one person’s face.

‘Still, do you like it?’

Just Bianca Shamal, she’d be nice to go there and have fun. Carlisle was thinking that she’d be pretty cute just to watch.

With that quirky charm, that cute and lively expression, I wish she would smile with her cat-like eyes and her blond hair that sparkles in the sunlight.

She’s a woman with a unique charm, so it’s fun to just look at her. Because she’s a type I’ve never experienced before.

‘Unexpectedly, the body is so wild on that subject…’

Sure, the caressing is gentle. At the same time, he spits out mischievous words with his mouth.

It seemed like he was reacting while being secretly sold. So he also responded to that taste in his own way. Carlyle himself also had a taste that he preferred.

Such a sexy body, yet so pure at the same time.

It’s really strange.

She looks feminine, but on the other hand, she has a friendly personality. All of that is refreshing, and at the same time, I’m attracted to her.

Carlyle unconsciously checks his Madophone frequently. Again, there is no reply.

Yeah, like this.

If you keep nagging me,

He sighs for a moment, then chuckles, puts the phone down next to him, and looks up at the ceiling, thinking.

What is this feeling right now?

He’s not sure either, though.

Questions about yourself.

‘Do you like Bianca Shamal?’

Perhaps if you were to give form to your current feelings, if you were to try to put them into words and convey them to the other person,

“I like you, Bianca… ”

Is this really right?

After blurting it out for no reason.

Because it’s hard for me to believe in myself and my current feelings.

“That might be it… … ”

Carlyle washes his face in the dark. His face feels hot for some reason.

He always pushes his opponents, but he shows a sly attitude.

Not even at times like this when I’m lost in my own thoughts.

What is certain is that he is currently attracted to Bianca Shamal.

And the very next day.

The two went to Wisney Park together.