"... Shut up, you created that damn group chat. You bitch."
Why is everything he said didn’t hurt her feelings at all?
Is it because everything is true?
Sierra logically analyzed the sentence as much as possible.
From Gilmon’s point of view, he was suddenly bullied by women from the beginning of the semester.
He chose to drop out without arguing or causing a riot.
Isn’t that proof that he’s a great person?
From his point of view, the Princess and Sierra were the worst women.
But in the end, he had sex with the Princess.
Doesn’t that mean there’s a possibility for Sierra too?
This kind of reasoning is possible enough.
It’s hard to agree with the swearing, but it doesn’t sound bad either.
It’s hazy now, but it seems like she used that kind of swearing quite a bit as a sign of love in the previous playthrough.
Because of that memory, Sierra felt her thighs getting wet.
She unobtrusively pressed her clitoris by putting strength on her thighs.
That was the best way she thought of comforting herself.
She knew it wasn’t something to do in class during break time, but she couldn’t rationally resist.
"... Swearing isn’t bad sometimes..."
It was an unlike reaction for her, who had been strictly educated in etiquette.
If it were someone else, she would have quietly cut ties with them.
But Gilmon’s swearing is different.
It contains something that digs and scratches her inside.
She wants to hear rough degrading words from him in a place where they are alone.
Even with her excellent brain, she couldn’t figure it out.
"... I didn’t create the group chat. Gilmon, I have to let you know this."
She wanted to approach Gilmon to clear up the misunderstanding.
Yes, the only reason Sierra is trying to approach Gilmon is because of that.
It is not right not to give a proper explanation.
As the break time was about to end, Phonia entered the classroom with a subtle smile on her face.
She must have gone to the cafeteria with Loria Eros.
For some reason, Loria has been taking her around lately, buying her things to eat.
Is she an animal? Does she think she can buy Phonia’s heart with that?
Sierra had already noticed that there was a change in Loria’s mind.
Gilmon’s women were no longer as active in the group chat as before.
Sierra had already grasped that change.
However, expressing it openly is another matter.
They are bound by their cause because they are the ones who gathered to kick Gilmon out of the Academy.
"Is it delicious?"
"Thank you for everything, Loria!"
Phonia always had that kind of foolish smile.
There was pizza bread sauce on her lips.
Loria smiled and wiped it off with her finger.
Her impression has become quite bright, perhaps because of the clothes she bought recently.
She was wearing a neat blouse tucked in, as Sierra had advised her a few days ago.
It’s an advice that saves her social face much more than buying her food.
Does Phonia know the value of that?
She needs to know how important image and appearance are in the world of women.
Then suddenly, she realized that Phonia was originally wearing an eye patch.
"Messiah fixed it for me!"
She said that too.
She doesn’t think Gilmon is a Messiah.
But Phonia, who calls him Messiah, is quite close to Gilmon.
Sierra got up from her seat.
"Phonia."
"Huh? Yes, Sierra?"
"Can we talk for a moment?"
***
...unavailable, connecting you to voicemail...
"...She’s not answering."
I had left the house for now, but Livia wasn’t answering the damn phone.
Since I just called back the number that called me, it might not be her phone number.
It’s not like I have no other options.
To see the Head of Security, I can just contact the person she’s guarding.
"Yes, darling?"
A refined woman’s voice.
"Princess, I told you not to call me that."
"Oh my, I’m sorry, Gilmon. It’s become a habit... It’s been stuck on my tongue for a week now."
The Princess’s voice from beyond the phone was quite high-pitched.
"What’s the matter that you’re calling? It feels like we’re dating. No, is this dating? Or do you already... miss my lowly body? Because it’s a vulgar but tasty... kind of body, right, Gilmon?"
"... I’d like to speak with Head of Security Livia for a moment."
"Livia... you say?"
Silence.
Is she angry?
After a moment, Aisha said in an indifferent voice.
"I can’t imagine what business you have with Livia, but I wouldn’t dare to nitpick at Gilmon’s words. Because Gilmon is the one who dominates me."
Bzzzt.
She sent me a message, it was a contact number.
"Contact her directly."
"Thank you, Princess."
I answered briefly.
"Ah, and—"
Before hanging up, the Princess said.
"Yeah?"
"I’d like us to meet sometime soon. I’m going to book a fancy hotel in the city."
"I don’t think I have time yet."
I answered coldly on purpose.
It’s only the day before yesterday that I mixed bodies with the Princess.
I know she’s impatient, but if I just supply her with my dick whenever she asks, she’ll develop bad habits.
Her addiction will get worse, and that will interfere with my daily life.
It’s right to do it once in a while, when I really can’t stand it.
"But Gilmon, you broke our promise first."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about."
"You’ll find out soon enough. I’ll book the hotel in advance. I’ll send you the location in a message too. Try to refuse if you can."
Aisha just said that and hung up.
"... Shit, what the hell."
Anyway, I called Livia with the number I got.
It rang, but it took a long time for her to answer.
As expected, the important role of Head of Security must be busy.
Just as I was about to wonder if I should hang up, I heard Livia’s voice along with a click.
"Ah, Livia. It’s me. Gilmon Salazar..."
"... Why, why are you calling?"
"Ah, well... I wanted to talk for a moment..."
Unlike before, Livia didn’t sound like she was in pain.
But her breathing still sounded shaky and urgent.
It was almost a whisper, as if she was running somewhere or hiding while answering.
"What could I possibly have to talk about with you, Gilmon? Please, leave me alone."
The voice that said that wasn’t the dignified Imperial Head of Security, but a terrified woman.
"No, Livia. Hold on, just a moment. Don’t hang up. I have something to say about the Princess. Can’t you meet me for a moment?"
"Ha... The Princess? You’re not going to talk about anything else besides that, are you? So, you don’t have any other intentions, do you? Right?"
Livia was speaking in an exaggerated, theatrical tone, as if someone was eavesdropping on this conversation.
She was definitely very conscious of someone listening.
The last sentence even sounded like she was talking to someone other than me.
"Other intentions? Of course not."
"...Then I’ll see you at Café de Noir."
Livia answered briefly and hung up.
Honestly, I wanted to change the location because of the bad memories, but I guess I have no choice.
With nothing else to do, I immediately took a taxi to the location.
It was about 30 minutes later that Livia arrived.
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