I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree - Chapter 88

(TL Note: I’m sorry for the pretty late update.)

Three minutes later, Orson found himself reluctantly seated back at the table.

This time, it was Olivia who had forcibly pulled him into staying in the classroom.

“It’s fine, Orson. We have to take a break at noon anyway. Why not just rest here in our class café?” Olivia said cheerfully.

“By the way, Olivia,” Orson suddenly remembered something. “Have you… served other customers?”

As he spoke, Orson glanced around their classroom, which had been transformed into a café.

The café was now filled with customers. Male patrons were mostly served by maids, while female patrons were attended to by male servers.

The mere thought of Olivia appearing in front of other men dressed in such an outfit made Orson’s scalp tingle, giving him an uncomfortable feeling he couldn’t quite explain.

Olivia stared at Orson for a long time before suddenly laughing.

“Orson, are you jealous?” As she spoke, she reached out and pinched Orson’s cheek.

“Of course not… I was just thinking that as the Student Council Vice President, you acting this way might be a little…”

“A little what?” Olivia’s gaze sparkled with playful amusement.

“So, Orson, you really are jealous, aren’t you?”

“…” Orson fell silent, turning his head away to look elsewhere.

“Don’t worry,” Olivia said, wrapping herself around Orson’s arm.

Orson could clearly feel a soft sensation pressing against his arm.

“I haven’t been here for long, and I wasn’t originally supposed to be a maid. I just put on this outfit, and I’ve been waiting for you, Orson~”

“But, if Orson wants, I can also be your exclusive maid~” Olivia said, her tone carrying a hint of flirtation.

“Ahem, no need for that,” Orson responded, though he didn’t pull his arm away from where it rested in Olivia’s embrace.

“Sigh~” Olivia’s voice carried a rare, drawn-out tone. “Really? Orson, is that truly what you think?”

At this point, the two seemed to have completely forgotten whatever boundaries they had previously set. Their intimate actions had clearly crossed the line, yet neither was willing to openly acknowledge it, so they both pretended not to notice.

“Orson, your reactions are just so adorable.”

Just then, Lianca approached from the side.

“Um, Sister, Orson, can I get you anything?”

“I’ll just have my usual—a coffee,” Orson said.

Olivia, seeing Lianca approach, released Orson’s arm and smiled as if nothing had happened. “I’ll have the same as Orson, please.”

“Alright.” Lianca nodded before heading toward the kitchen.

“By the way, I haven’t seen Litte,” Olivia suddenly remarked.

“I heard Litte wore a maid outfit today. People are saying he looks absolutely adorable,” Olivia said, glancing at Orson.

“Ah, haha, is that so?” Orson forced an awkward laugh. “Well, I saw him earlier, and I have to admit, he did look quite good.”

“Orson, what do you think? Wouldn’t it be better if Litte were a girl?”

“That’s impossible—Litte’s a boy,” Orson said, shaking his head. “Sure, it’s rare for a boy to have such delicate features, but that doesn’t mean you can just assume he’s a girl.”

“I’m just offering a guess. After all, we both know Litte is a boy,” Olivia said, continuing, “So, Orson, what do you think? What if Litte really were a girl?”

“If he were, then he’d just go from being my brother to my sister. Nothing would change. The dukedom would still be his.” Orson replied nonchalantly.

“I see.” Olivia nodded, satisfied with this answer. “But I feel like Litte’s really attached to you. If he did turn out to be your sister, would your relationship still be the same as it is now?”

“Olivia, stop overthinking it. Litte is just my brother…” Orson said, though the strange dream he had the other day resurfaced in his mind.

For now, Litte’s feelings toward him could reasonably be interpreted as sibling dependence. But if those feelings continued to develop, would they turn into something unhealthy, even twisted?

Orson didn’t know. But one thing was clear—his preferences were normal. To avoid ending up as he had in that dream, it was probably best to encourage Litte to become a bit more independent.

At that moment, Lianca returned, placing two cups of coffee in front of Orson and Olivia.

Seeing how close Olivia was to Orson, Lianca couldn’t help but feel a pang of discomfort.

In Lianca’s eyes, Olivia had initially seemed reluctant to take on the engagement, making an enormous “sacrifice” for the sake of her sister’s happiness.

But what did this mean now? Olivia was clinging so closely to Orson—there wasn’t a hint of reluctance in her behavior.

If anything, she looked like she genuinely liked Orson.

A sudden thought crossed Lianca’s mind.

Could it be that her sister had tricked her, using her as an excuse to get closer to Orson because she liked him all along?

The more Lianca thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. She even recalled how Olivia had half-jokingly warned her not to develop any inappropriate feelings for Orson during one of their heart-to-heart talks.

It was clear now—Olivia saw Orson as her prey.

Lianca clenched her fists, feeling a surge of anger.

No, she had to confront her sister about this later. She needed to know if Olivia had done this deliberately.

Meanwhile, from the kitchen’s serving window, Litte caught sight of Orson and Olivia sitting together.

Seeing how close they were, with Olivia occasionally flirting with Orson, Litte felt a pang of discomfort deep inside.

For a moment, she wanted to storm out and interrupt. But what if Orson saw it as meddling in his happiness?

After all, Orson had previously told her he didn’t plan to pursue anything serious with Olivia until after graduation. But plans could change over time.

If their relationship progressed significantly during this period, Olivia might very well become her sister-in-law.

Litte then recalled something Orson had told her the other day.

She needed to stop interfering so much in Orson’s life; after all, his world didn’t revolve solely around her.

As everyone was lost in their own thoughts, a heavily made-up girl walked up to Orson and Olivia’s table.