The first and the second girl

"Did I go too far with him?"

Gil pondered the events of the previous day. To make his message clear to Sid, he did something bad against Olivia. During their duel, Gil forcefully twisted Olivia's hand and stomped on her leg, aiming to demonstrate their mutual vulnerability to Sid. Alongside his actions, he delivered a cutting remark, suggesting that Sid should depart from the academy to attain strength. Little did Gil anticipate that Sid would take his words to heart and actually leave. He thought that his words would merely stoke Sid's anger, potentially leading to future retaliation.

'I guess his decision at least won't make him meet those girls. So it's all good.' he reflected, a faint smile crossing his lips. Gil felt a sense of fulfillment, knowing that the Main Character he had been championing was now unburdened.

"What are you smiling for, you asshole?!" A voice bellowed before Gil, pulling him from his thoughts.

Actually, Gil was being grabbed by his uniform's collar. The aggressor was a girl sporting a bob-cut hairstyle, donning the standard black academy blazer and a short blue skirt like her fellow students. Her intense blue gaze bore into him, one hand gripping his collar while the other bore bandages. This was Olivia, Sid's childhood friend.

It was through Olivia that Gil became aware of Sid's departure, and inexplicably, she held Gil accountable for it.

"You lost a duel to me, and yet you have the audacity to blame me for that guy leaving? Your twisted logic is quite the spectacle,"

Olivia seethed, her teeth clenched. She found herself at a loss for a suitable retort to Gil's assertion.

"Come on, is this guy your responsibility? He chose to depart. Why the rage? Isn't it a positive that he aspires to become stronger?" Gil retorted again.

"No, he's not... ready yet..." Olivia's voice wavered as she struggled to formulate a response. Yet, Gil's words held an element of truth. If Sid was resolute in his decision, Olivia's influence would prove ineffectual.

Failing to muster a counterargument, Olivia resorted to a veiled threat. "If something happens to Sid, it will be your fault! I swear I'll kill you if that happens!"

"Huh?!" A vein bulged on Gil's forehead. 'This girl has the nerve to threaten me, even when I'm innocent?'

Reacting swiftly, Gil seized Olivia's arm, exerting a painful grip. He twisted her arm, and Olivia found herself trapped within Gil's grasp, writhing in agony.

"Are you daring to issue threats to a noble? Have you conveniently forgotten your defeat in our duel yesterday? Shall I snap your fingers again for a reminder?" Gil's tone was taunting, as he held Olivia in his firm grip.

"Urgghhh," Olivia grimaced, her words silenced by the pain coursing through her.

Contemptuous glances from passersby were directed at Gil. Understandably so, since he was a young man assaulting an already injured girl.

Disliking the public scrutiny, Gil begrudgingly loosened his grip on Olivia, offering her a parting remark. "Get stronger first before making a threat to me, you slut."

"What – who did you just—" Olivia's protest was cut short as Gil abruptly departed, leaving her fumbling for words.

***

With the Main Character's absence triggering a shift in the narrative, Gil found himself at a crossroads, uncertain of his next steps.

"I suppose delving into understanding this world is my best course of action," Gil thought to himself. The game's exposition on the world's intricacies had been minimal, primarily revolving around Sid's journey and the NTR element. Political dynamics were barely touched upon, except for a glimpse within one of the romantic routes involving a noble girl. Unfortunately, this thread remained largely unexplored, given Sid's relegated role as a subordinate to the girl.

Gil recognized that he could leverage the knowledge he possessed – details about the characters, the antagonists, and the impending significant event destined to reshape this world.

"Time to head to the library and fill in the gaps," Gil decided.

As Gil made his way down the hall towards the library, an unexpected collision abruptly interrupted his path. The impact was forceful, jarring him from his thoughts and causing him to momentarily stumble.

The other person involved was burdened with a stack of books, their collision sending several tumbling onto Gil's head with an audible thud. "I-i'm sorry. I didn't see you coming," the person stammered in an apologetic tone.

Given the nature of the hallway intersection, where both parties shared equal blame, Gil's initial instinct was to offer reassurance – a simple acknowledgment that accidents happen. However, as he turned his attention to the person's face, his response took an unexpected turn.

Before him stood a girl around his age, dressed in the academy's blazer uniform and adorned with a robe. Her once-orderly creamy white hair was now in disarray, a result of the collision. Her emerald green eyes, quick to avert his gaze, held a hint of nervousness. The habit of chewing on her lower lip further betrayed her apprehension, as if fearing blame for the incident.

Ordinarily, in such a situation, rational judgment would dictate mutual understanding. Yet, Gil's response diverged from the norm. His recognition of the girl before him clouded his ability to respond impartially.

The girl's name was Emily, one of the potential romantic interests featured in the game "Crossing Fate."

Inwardly cursing, Gil's thoughts took a darker turn. 'Shit, Why did I meet this whore here?'

In the game, Emily was depicted as a modest, unassuming figure – a facade that masked her true nature. In reality, she was a relentless attention-seeker whore, driven by an insatiable hunger for recognition.

Emily's background story revealed her lineage from a well-regarded mage family. However, her entrance to the academy had been less than impressive, resulting in her family's disdain due to her mediocre test scores. This experience catalyzed a mindset fixated on results. She became determined to excel and earn the approval of others.

Predicting Emily's actions wasn't difficult, given her motivations. She would go to great lengths to achieve outstanding results and garner praise from all quarters. Her approach was evident: she'd cater to the desires of teachers and even archmages, doing whatever it took to earn their tutelage in powerful magic. If the player didn't meet the requirement stat for her, she would have a scene from blowjob to sex with the cuck.

Recalling Emily's route, Gil couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust. However, outwardly expressing his disdain for her at this moment could lead to unwanted complications. Instead, he opted for a different approach – a subtle way to manipulate the situation.

Assisting Emily in retrieving the fallen books, Gil engaged in a calculated exchange. "Why burden yourself with so many books? It won't sway your class status, Ms. Not in class A."

The words hit Emily like a shockwave. "Wh-what did you just say?!"

"I said exactly what I meant, Ms. Not in class A," Gil reiterated, unwavering.

Emily's expression morphed instantly into a frosty glare aimed squarely at Gil.

"Who are you? Did my father send you?" Emily demanded, her tone laced with suspicion.

"My name is Gil, and I'm not obliged to answer your questions," Gil replied calmly.

A scornful sneer crossed Emily's features. The rapport between them had shifted – she now viewed Gil as an adversary.

Unperturbed, Gil turned and walked away, leaving Emily behind in isolation. His objective had been met: to turn romantic interests into foes.

With determination, Gil contemplated the forthcoming encounters. The next time their paths crossed, he intended to confront them all, unleashing his pent-up anger until his resentment was appeased.