I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree - Chapter 82

A few days later, after class, Therese suddenly found Orson and asked him to come to her office.

Seeing Therese seated at her desk and rummaging through some files, Orson felt a little puzzled.

“Professor Therese, why did you call me here?”

“Ah, found it.” After searching for a while, Therese finally pulled out a file buried in the stack.

“Here, take a look at this, Orson.” Therese handed the document over to him.

Orson glanced at it—it was a document from the school board regarding plans for the upcoming academy festival.

The Imperial Academy held an academy festival every year, about two months after the beginning of the academic term. The festival lasted a full day, and the academy opened its doors to visitors from outside, allowing them to experience activities organized by the students.

Every academy festival was planned and managed by the current Student Council, serving as a test of their organizational abilities.

“Is it time to start preparing for the academy festival?”

“Yes.” Therese nodded. “That decision was made during the school board meeting this morning. Headmaster Luca handed me this file during the meeting, asking me to pass it on to you since I’m your homeroom professor.”

“This year, the festival preparations are starting earlier than usual, giving you more time than previous years to organize everything. I’m entrusting it to you, Orson,” Therese said, her gaze filled with trust and encouragement. “If you run into any problems during the preparation process, feel free to come to me.”

“Understood,” Orson nodded.

“Alright, that’s all I needed to tell you. You can go ahead and call a meeting to start planning for the festival today,” Therese said, effectively dismissing him.

Seeing her clear signal, Orson didn’t linger and left the office.

—

“Isn’t the usual notice given about a month in advance? Why is it so much earlier this year?” Olivia said, surprised, when she heard the news in the Student Council office.

“Perhaps it’s the school board’s way of showing its confidence in us,” Manuel speculated. “They probably see a lot of potential in our Student Council and want to give us more time to fully showcase our abilities, aiming to make this year’s festival one for the history books.”

“That’s likely the case,” Orson said, agreeing with Manuel’s analysis. “The preparation period will be busy, and Vice President Olivia, your responsibilities will be particularly heavy.”

As he spoke, Orson couldn’t help but glance at Olivia with concern.

“If there’s anything difficult or overwhelming, don’t hesitate to bring it up. We’ll do our best to support you.”

After all, the Vice President was in charge of the Communications and Publicity Departments, both of which played crucial roles throughout the festival—from preparation to execution and even post-event wrap-up. These departments were rarely idle.

Of course, Orson’s office and the Coordination Department wouldn’t have it easy either.

“President Orson, are you worried about me?” Olivia teased, smiling as she looked at him.

“…” Orson fell silent, secretly annoyed at how this woman could still find time to tease him even while discussing serious matters.

After the general meeting, the three Student Council leaders each convened internal meetings with their respective departments.

The news of the early preparations had caught everyone off guard, but their initial surprise soon gave way to determination.

They all wanted to make this year’s academy festival a memorable event that would go down in the academy’s history.

By that very afternoon, some clubs had already begun preparing their activities for the festival.

—

That day, Litte was attending Professor Hecatia’s interest class. In the large alchemy lab, it was just the two of them.

Out of nowhere, Hecatia asked, “By the way, Litte, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you, but I wasn’t sure how to bring it up.”

“It’s alright, Professor. Just ask,” Litte said with a smile.

“Alright, then I’ll just say it. But please, don’t be upset with me.”

What she said next left Litte completely stunned.

“Litte, why are you pretending to be a boy?”

“!!!” Litte’s heart jolted, and she looked at Hecatia with a mix of fear and disbelief. “Professor Hecatia… how… how did you know…?”

“Is it really that hard to notice?” Hecatia tilted her head. “Oh, maybe it’s because I’m a witch and more sensitive to magic.”

She continued, “While I was guiding you in magic during class, I was worried there might be some lingering effects on your body, so I secretly used magic to check. That’s when I discovered it.”

“Ah, but if it’s something you find difficult to talk about, you don’t have to tell me,” Hecatia quickly added, waving her hands. She had no intention of losing her only student.

“Well, it is a bit of a complicated situation,” Litte admitted with a nod. “But, Professor Hecatia, could I ask you to keep this a secret until I’m ready to reveal it myself?”

“Please, Professor, I’m begging you to keep this secret. I’ll do anything in return,” Litte pleaded sincerely.

“Uh…” Hecatia had initially planned to let it go, but hearing Litte’s offer to do anything made her hesitate. If she asked for nothing, wouldn’t that just make her uneasy?

After some thought, Hecatia said, “Alright, Litte, can you do me a favor?”

“What favor?” Litte’s eyes lit up with hope upon hearing Hecatia’s request. “Professor Hecatia, just say the word. As long as it’s within my ability, I’ll help.”

Hecatia pondered for a moment before coming up with an idea.

“Litte, I’ve always been curious about Orson. Since you live with him, could you help me collect a few strands of his hair or maybe some clipped nails?”

“These might come in handy for my alchemy experiments.”

“Uh…” Litte hesitated, feeling conflicted.

It wasn’t impossible to help Hecatia with this, but she didn’t understand why she needed Orson’s personal items.

And for some reason, the thought of Orson’s hair or nails being kept by another woman filled her with an inexplicable sense of irritation.

After much deliberation, Litte ultimately decided to give in to reality.

“Alright, Professor Hecatia, I’ll help you. But you have to promise to keep my secret safe.”

“Of course.” Hecatia nodded enthusiastically. “But just to be safe, I’d recommend you avoid letting others examine your body. If someone else finds out, they might not be as willing to keep your secret.”

“I understand…” Litte replied, nodding.

She knew she needed to be more cautious.

—

When she got home, Litte began thinking about how to approach Orson about this.

After mulling it over, she made a decision.

She wouldn’t tell Orson directly. After all, people naturally shed hair. She could simply pretend to be cleaning the room and collect some as she went.

That night, when the sky had darkened, Litte decided the time was right. She tiptoed to Orson’s door.

Gently pushing the door open just a crack, she confirmed that Orson was already asleep in bed before entering the room.

Casting a night vision spell on herself to see clearly in the dark, she began searching the floor.

Since she occasionally shed hair herself, it didn’t make sense for Orson not to shed any.

However, after thoroughly scanning the room three times, she still couldn’t find a single strand of hair.

Impossible…

She suddenly recalled that even when she helped Orson clean his room in the past, she had never seen his hair lying around.

Could it be that Orson simply doesn’t shed hair…?

That would be enviable.

Glancing over at Orson sleeping peacefully on the bed, Litte made up her mind.

If worse came to worst, she would secretly snip off a small tuft of his hair.

With that thought, Litte stealthily climbed onto Orson’s bed, moving as slowly as possible to avoid waking him.

He really does seem to be sound asleep…

As she gazed at Orson’s tranquil sleeping face, Litte couldn’t help but become a little mesmerized.

As her face drew closer to his, Litte abruptly snapped herself out of it, raising her head and smacking her own cheeks.

No, no, no! Litte, you’re Orson’s brother now—taking advantage of him while he’s asleep is just plain wrong!

You can’t do this. At the very least, you should wait until Orson is awake and get his consent first.

But… as his younger sibling, sleeping next to her big brother shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Thinking this, Litte instinctively burrowed under Orson’s blanket, snuggling up beside him.

Mmm, ever since they left the inn, she hadn’t shared a bed with Orson. Now that she thought about it, she missed this feeling…

But then, Litte shook her head vigorously.

No, no, no! I came here to snip Orson’s hair. I need to get that done before thinking about anything else!

Just as she was about to move, Orson suddenly turned over and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace.

Feeling the warmth of Orson’s skin, Litte’s face turned bright red.

Even though she knew it was just a subconscious action on Orson’s part…

She was still utterly embarrassed!

She could feel her heart pounding, almost as if it were about to leap out of her chest.

With her mind completely overwhelmed, Litte forgot her original purpose for being there.

All she knew was that Orson’s embrace was so warm that she didn’t want to leave.

If only this moment could last forever…

Heehee, I really like Orson’s scent…

As such thoughts filled her mind, Litte gradually drifted off to sleep.

—

The next morning, Orson rubbed his eyes, stretched, and sat up in bed.

He had slept exceptionally well the night before, likely because the recent workload had left him exhausted. Going to bed early had clearly paid off.

But when he turned to look beside him, he froze.

Litte was nestled by his side, and judging by their positions, it was clear they had been sleeping very closely.

He pinched his own cheek.

After confirming that this was real, he sat at the edge of the bed, covering his face with his hands.

Is it normal for brothers to share a bed like this after becoming adults?

It’s obviously not normal!

Could it be that Litte has developed some kind of warped affection for me…?

How should I even talk to him about this? No matter how cute Litte might be, at the end of the day, he’s still a boy, and I’m pretty sure I’m straight.

After all, I’m engaged to Olivia!

Sensing Orson’s movements, Litte also sat up. Stretching her arms, she let out a cute sound as she yawned.

Then, noticing Orson’s back turned to her, she froze.

The memories of last night came flooding back. She had only planned to lie beside Orson for a while but had ended up sleeping there all night.

Fully awake now, her face flushed red, and her eyes darted nervously.

Oh no, will Orson misunderstand? Will he think I’m some sort of pervert…?

“Um… Orson, g-good morning!” she stammered as she climbed out of bed.

Her little head worked overtime to come up with a plausible excuse.

Then, an idea struck her.

“Eh, Orson?! Why am I in your bed?! Could it be… I was sleepwalking…?” Litte exclaimed in feigned disbelief.

“Really?” Hearing this, Orson, who had been grappling with his moral dilemma, suddenly felt a glimmer of hope. He turned to look at Litte, his eyes showing a hint of concern. “Litte, if you were really sleepwalking, you need to be careful. Make sure to get plenty of rest.”

“Mm-hmm!” Litte nodded vigorously. Seeing that Orson believed her, she sighed in relief internally.

What a great excuse! This way, I can sneak into Orson’s bed at night without raising suspicion.

Still, to avoid making Orson suspicious, Litte decided to limit how often her “sleepwalking” episodes occurred.

—

After breakfast, Litte suddenly remembered her promise to Hecatia to bring her Orson’s hair.

Since she couldn’t stealthily collect it, she decided to ask directly.

“Um… Orson.”

“What’s up?” Seeing Litte fidget, Orson could tell he had something to say.

“Well… Professor Hecatia said she needs some hair for alchemy. She needs samples from multiple people, but I don’t have enough of my own, so I was wondering if I could have some of yours…”

“Would that be alright?” Litte looked at Orson with a pleading gaze.

Since it was his younger brother asking, Orson saw no reason to refuse. He nodded and took out a small jar.

“I have a habit of collecting my own hair. This jar has what I’ve saved over some time—it should be enough for you.” Orson handed it to Litte.

“Eh?!” Litte was stunned.

No wonder she couldn’t find any hair in Orson’s room—he had been collecting it all himself.

“Thank you, Orson!”

“No problem.” Orson shook his head dismissively.

It’s just hair—what’s the big deal?

Then, as if something occurred to him, Orson added, “By the way, if you manage to make anything impressive with my hair, let me know.”

“Mm-hmm!” Litte nodded eagerly.