The Heroines I Corrupted Regressed With Me

"Pffttt—!"

Sophie, who had been drinking peacefully, sprayed water across the table the instant the words left Phonia’s mouth.

Cough! Cough!

"W-what are you talking about? Pregnancy? A hundred babies?!"

I ignored the outburst and spoke directly to Phonia.

"Phonia, I do not need a hundred babies. I simply like living with you and your sister. I only need the two of you. So from now on, if the heroines... no, if any other girls call you, tell me first. Otherwise I will not even let you go to the Academy."

"Gilmon. You need to hear me out."

Sophie’s voice suddenly turned serious.

"I like how kind you are, Gilmon, but it is difficult for me to stop my sister from attending the Academy. It is true that she and I are living in this nice house because of you, yet what you just said is no different from acting like a tyrannical head of the household."

"...I’m sorry, Sophie."

"No. You are not a bad person, so there must be a reason. It is because you cherish Phonia, right?"

She corrected my words and returned her attention to the meal.

My old personality had surfaced without warning.

In the past I had taken pleasure in forcing the heroines to do things they hated and making them obey.

I had made Aisha call herself a cum-dumpster slave. I had forced the fitness fanatic Miyabi into sex in the changing room right before an important match.

That was exactly why I needed to reflect now.

Telling Phonia whether she could or could not go to the Academy clearly went beyond any authority I possessed.

It was no different from the way the Princess used her own power over me, the same Princess I used to look down on.

I turned at once to Phonia and apologized.

"Anyway, you have to consult with me from now on. Please."

"Okay. Gilmon."

Phonia smiled brightly.

She still believed my goal was to impregnate women and produce God’s children. That was why she could not understand why I kept avoiding their advances.

"So, Gilmon."

"Yeah?"

"The Princess... contacted me again."

"What?!"

Phonia held out her phone.

[Aisha Sinclair: Phonia, I’m disappointed.]

[Aisha Sinclair: Leaving without a single word like that goes against basic etiquette.]

[Phonia Hazelnut: I’m sorry, Princess!]

The messages remained simple. Not one of them mentioned the man who had cummed in her throat and then fled.

My name never appeared at all.

Yet inside her head she must have been...

Was I being too paranoid? Maybe the Princess truly had no interest in me and only wanted to grow closer to Phonia.

The expression she had worn the night before while lunging to take my dick into her mouth, however, had been identical to the one from the previous playthrough.

[Aisha Sinclair: You don’t have to apologize.]

[Aisha Sinclair: But I’m a little angry that you ignored the clear favorability I showed toward you.]

[Phonia Hazelnut: Umm... What should I do?]

[Aisha Sinclair: Today is still the weekend, so if it’s all right, let’s talk at a café.]

[Aisha Sinclair: I won’t ask you to pay, so come without any burden.]

[Phonia Hazelnut: Thank you, Princess. ^_^]

"I already gave her permission."

Phonia smiled with her eyebrows drawn down in mild apology.

Ahh... Wallahi, it’s over.

I had no intention of blaming her.

What I had done at Signature Hills the day before deserved no respect. I understood that Phonia wanted to apologize on my behalf.

But the Princess’s favorability had already climbed past one hundred. Was she truly about to meet her face to face?

[Aisha Sinclair: Then let’s meet at 1 PM.]

[Aisha Sinclair: Here’s the address... (Address)]

The time and place were set.

I had thought it was strange that Phonia was already wearing her Academy uniform to go out.

She cared little for fashion, so one of her neatest outfits was simply the uniform itself.

I washed quickly and changed clothes.

"Phonia, let’s go together."

Honestly, the Princess frightened me.

The moment favorability had exceeded one hundred in the previous playthrough, the first thing she did was accuse me of insulting the her.

Then she locked me in an underground prison.

’Gilmon, you know what crime you committed, right?’

’What crime are you talking about, Princess?’

’That’s the problem with you.’

After that she had drained me until I could no longer move.

I remained locked underground for a long time.

It would not be strange if Phonia were kidnapped now.

There was only one way forward.

I, the one responsible, had to appear and do something that would lower her favorability.

Café de Noir.

I took a taxi to the meeting place.

A long, dark-brown wooden table stretched through the interior.

Minimalist walls displayed carefully chosen masterpieces.

Small chandeliers cast a warm yellow light across the room.

The Princess wore a relatively plain dress, different from the day before, yet her earrings and rings glittered with deliberate flash.

She showed no surprise at my arrival.

"Hmm. I don’t recall calling for Gilmon."

She never looked away from me, and a relaxed smile rested on her lips.

"Don’t you think it’s a bit rude? Interfering in a private conversation between women?"

"I won’t interfere."

"Well, whatever."

The Princess turned a winner’s smile toward Phonia.

A moment later her gaze returned to me.

"If it’s all right, can we talk for a moment?"

"...Are you talking to me?"

She had summoned Phonia, yet it seemed she had something to say to me after all.

"Phonia, please..."

As if directing a subordinate, the Princess gestured for Phonia, still in her Academy uniform, to step aside.

The meaning was clear: go somewhere else.

I felt a sharp twinge of discomfort. No matter how innocent Phonia was, she would eventually realize she was being treated as an extra.

"Let’s move," I said.

"The Princess wanted to see Phonia. As a guest it is only right that I change seats. Phonia, stay here."

I deliberately rested my arm around Phonia’s waist as I spoke.

I supposed this was what a proper couple looked like.

I even considered kissing her, yet I could not force myself into a gesture I never normally made.

Phonia startled and flinched, then hid her embarrassment by simply staring up at me.

"Is that so? Gilmon is merciful after all."

What did she mean by merciful?

She was clearly looking down on Phonia.

The Princess watched every movement with narrowed eyes.

She appeared to be in a foul mood, yet she also seemed certain she had already grasped the true intent behind my actions.

Looking at her like that, I immediately stood up, an unbearable anger rising in my chest.

"This way."

I intended to step outside and speak in the open air, but the Princess crooked a finger at me.

"I’ve prepared a place inside."

There it was. Her true intention all along.

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