Chapter 21: The Big Bad Wolf is Annoyed. (2)

I meant to head straight to my room, but something tugged at my gut, urging me to check my usual spot behind the school.

I couldn't explain it, just a nagging feeling. Mildly annoyed, I trudged over.

And there she was, her blonde hair hanging limply to her shoulders, strands tangled and dull like a forgotten doll's.

Her cheeks were hollow, eyes sunken with dark circles and a body so thin, so utterly in shamble that it painted a grim story of sleepless nights and missed meals.

Her once vibrant skin now had a pallor, almost translucent under the weak sunlight that still peaked, and her uniform hung loosely on her frail frame, as if they belonged to someone else.

"Is she immune to mosquito bites also?" I chuckled softly.

Sneering, "As planned," I muttered under my breath.

—Dump, Dump, Dump

Just then, I heard the faint beating of a drum nearby—

Dump, Dump, Dump—

It continued, but I wasn't in the mood to trace its source.

"She'd cling to me if I played my cards right," I mused.

Before I could make up when to, my feet had already left its previous spot, slowly drawn toward the pitifully fragile girl in front of me.

—Thud (shake), Thud (shake), Thud (shake)

My legs trembled slightly, just, just very slightly. Being in the spot I usually used as a resting place must have ease my tension.

Thud (shake), Thud (Shake), Thud (Shake)—

But why were my shoes making such a racket. Such a phenomenon have never occured before.

The girl, who had closed her eyes towards the setting sun, acted as if my presence hadn't graced her.

But then, as I spoke up, she looked at me.

"Hey, Scholarship. You're sitting in my spot," I said, my tone surprisingly soothing.

Her face crumpled, on the verge of tears. The girl who had been so serenely calm before my arrival now seemed broken by my words.

I noticed the traces of dried tears at the corners of her eyes.

She sniffled, "I—I'm sorry, mister... Sniffle, sniffle."

She paused, trying to steady her voice. "I was tired and sat here, but I couldn't get up anymore. Sorry. Forgive me."

"As if," I whispered in reply, "your dorm room is the opposite way, isn't it?"

"Thank you... Baaa... a hah a hah hah.... Thank you so much, aaaa..." she began to cry in earnest, covering her distorted face with her tiny hands.

Believe me, I couldn't control my body; it moved on its own.

My body, now acting outside of my control, leaned down, knelt in front of her and hugged the crying girl.

It pulled her left hand away and drew her closer. With my left hand, I gently soothed and patted her back, tracing the outline of her bra and the details of her spine.

"There, there, good girl," I murmured, my voice, usually indifferent, now serenely calm and soothing.

Well, this way she'd become attached to me, and I could use her however I desired.

Without waiting for her reply, I let go of her hand and slid my now free hand under her butt, lifting her.

As I stood, she crossed her little arms over my shoulder timidly and continued to cry still into my chest.

It was hilarious, but I felt the dampness and moisture soaking through my shirt. I was disgusted.

On time, I, with my saintly patience, managed to stop myself from clicking my tongue in annoyance.

With a dissatisfied expression, I moved toward my room.

Luck was on my side, I supposed.

Nobody saw us on our way to my room, or else it would've been pretty annoying to deal with the fines and rumors.

As I reached my room, I tried to let her down, but even though I lowered her, she refused to let go.

Shaking her head against my chest, she gripped me even tighter.

I was amazed I could hold back my sigh. Opening the security system, I went inside while carrying Olivia in a front position, like a koala against a tree.

I was slightly flustered, knowing she might feel my boner, but she either didn't notice or chose to ignore it. Which she should.

"Hey, Scholarship, go and wash yourself," I commanded.

—Shook, shook

She moved her head side to side against my chest, indicating she didn't like the idea. I turned on the light.

"If you don't listen to me, I'll kick you out. Do you understand?" My voice, which had been very gentle up until now, turned indifferent again.

I felt the tremor in her hands and then...

—Shake, shake

This time, she nodded her head up and down.

"Good girl," I praised her, I patted her back again before grabbing her little hand. "Now let go of me and go wash yourself."

She slowly lowered herself until she stood on her tiptoes, then suddenly hugged me once more.

To reassure her, no, not that, to suggest the idea that I am her master, I patted her back again, tracing the spine of her bra. "Go," I command.

She slowly let go of my hand and trudged toward the bathroom with a heavy step.

I moved to my wardrobe and grabbed some casual clothes and a towel.

Approaching the bathroom door, I called out, "I left some clothes here for you. Use them, and I don't want to hear any complaints about the odour."

I doubted there would be any issue, but I preferred not to hear any complaints, even out of goodwill.

Then I headed to the kitchen area of my room and prepared for dinner.

"I'm glad I rented the Expensive room," I muttered to myself.

The nameless man had used a standard room, but how could the Great I settle for something, such a lowly thing?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry Guys I could not uplode yesterday because I read this shit called "Taming the Villainesses."

The protagonist was so fucking pathetic I physically and mentally could not bear it.

Anyway, do you like the chapter? Do you want R-18 or Nah?

Also, should I make the protagonist a tsundere or machiavellian?