THE VILLAINESS WITH A HEROINE HAREMC67 - A Favor?
Mr. Black let go of his son's shoulder before dusting off his hands and going back to his chair. "You can leave now, I've wasted enough time on you."
Amos turned around and left the study without a word.
Once he was gone, the hero's father sighed as he leaned back in his chair, exhaustion clear on his face. "Ahaha… looks like in the end my relationship with my son also become just like the one I had with her…"
He hated his wife, even though she was the only one he loved in his entire life. He hated her for not loving him enough. He hated her for always looking down on him. And most of all… he hated her for forsaking him.
Who allowed her to die while leaving him behind? What about their vows as husband and wife?
But this love-hate relationship was still quite tame compared to the one he now had with his son.
At least, even if they argued and fought on the surface, the couple had always been clear that deep down in their hearts they didn't harbor any true resentment for each other.
But Amos was clearly starting to hate him. He could tell. Even though everything he did was for him. All the sacrifices he made, all those lies, schemes, deceit, betrayals… wasn't it all for him?
Mr. Black's threat of adopting another heir was just that… an empty threat. If he really wanted, he could have long since remarried and had children of his own.
"But although his luck has been quite bad recently, these failures can also serve as a good foil for his growth. That girl, Crystal, doesn't seem so bad either. He doesn't have bad taste, at least."
Instead of his son's social standing, what worried him most now was the situation with the White Deer corporation.
"Although that Crystal girl isn't so bad, I wish he'd just gone along with Danielle instead. If that girl had been on our side, bringing in the White Deer under our flag would have been a piece of cake. Unfortunately, now I have to strangle them slowly and counter their moves one by one."
And the worst part of it was that the White Deer's 'desperate struggle' was really starting to hurt his own Black Tiger corporation. In almost all of their recent dealings, both of them had ended up losing more than they gained as they tried their best to cause each other damage.
This was exactly the kind of scenario Mr. Black had always tried to avoid. What was the point of acquiring a company if it cost more to do so than it was actually worth?
"I really don't understand what the boy is thinking… The girl looks good, has good manners, and had already fallen for him while growing up. Even if he didn't love her, she would probably have even let him keep mistresses as long as he promised to marry her under that condition…"
But in the end, his own future partner was a decision he was willing to let Amos make for himself.
Unless it was a boy.
"I hope this is enough for Amos to grow up… Don't disappoint me anymore…"
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Despite it being almost midnight by the time Dixie dropped Emilia off at her home, the first thing on her agenda was not to rest after the exhausting day, but to check if her 'older sister' was still awake.
Emilia breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that Samantha was still working on some documents in her study, with her door wide open to seemingly invite her in.
The older girl was startled as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her shoulders from behind, realizing with some amusement that her little sister had returned from the party in quite a playful mood. "I take it you had fun?"
Emilia smirked mischievously, though Samantha couldn't see it from the back of her head. "Ehehe… not at all, Sammy, I was missing you the whole time, you know!"
She swiveled around with her arms still around Samantha's neck until she was seated firmly on her lap. Emilia rubbed her cheek against her older sister's coquettishly. "Sammy~ You're not angry with me for blackmailing you earlier, right?"
Samantha knew her little sister was talking about when she forcibly took charge of the situation by threatening her to never talk to her again if she didn't let her do as she pleased.
Maybe if the situation really turned bad and ended up hurting them, she really would be a little angry. But now that Emilia had even turned it all in their favor against all odds, forget about being angry, Samantha was already blowing up with pride!
But look at how cute and coquettish she's being! How often does she get to see this side of Emilia? Can she let her go just like this?
So of course, Samantha pretended to look gloomy as she pouted. "I cannot believe you would even think of cutting me off just like that, Emilia. Am I that worthless to you?"
Although it was part of her 'plan', the older girl couldn't help but feel a little distressed after she really let those words out, wondering if this would be too much for her little sister's fragile heart.
Emilia sighed in her heart, thinking that Samantha was quite upset, as expected. And to make things worse, she even had a favor to ask from her, and the more it got delayed, the less likely it was to be of any use.
When she failed to come up with a good 'excuse' for her unreasonable confidence and demands despite wracking her brain repeatedly, she could only helplessly turn to her partner. 'Any ideas, Cynthia?'
Cynthia 'tsked', as if the solution was obvious. "Do you even need to 'reason' with this siscon? Just melt her brain with your charms, and she'll just give in to whatever you demand!"
Overly doting family members were the easiest to bend to a villain's will, after all.
Emilia felt like a light bulb had gone off in her head. 'That's right! I almost forgot that although she looks so cold-faced and reasonable, she's actually an over-emotional crybaby!'
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THE VILLAINESS WITH A HEROINE HAREMC68 - Lethal Little Sister
Samantha felt like her brain had ground to a halt. Just a moment ago she was still trying to tease her little sister so she could continue acting cute, and a moment later, she was being showered with kisses on her cheek while sweet, poisonous whispers brushed against her ears.
"Sam is the coolest sister in the world~ How could I really bear not talking to you? Won't you forgive me, Sam? Even though I love you so much?"
Almost every murmur from Emilia's lips was separated with a tender kiss on her earlobe, cheek, or nape.
Sam's face had long since bloomed into a bright shade of red. Even when she had been just a toddler, her little sister had never shown her this much affection.
Samantha couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. "S-Stop, Emilia, wait, I-I think I need to pee!"
And Emilia really did stop, more in shock than anything else, as she stared at her sister in confusion momentarily before she finally seemed to realize it. 'Right! I almost forgot about such things!'
She could only allow her sister to get up and rush towards the bathroom as Cynthia scoffed in her mind.
Emilia tilted her head in confusion. 'What's wrong?'
Her partner's voice was full of both derision and teasing. "That was obviously an excuse! How could you fall for it, Emilia? Disappointing~!"
Emilia blinked. 'An excuse? She didn't need to pee?'
Cynthia nodded. "To me, it looked like she panicked because you came on too strong."
Emilia's expression went dark. 'Huh… she dared to lie to me…'
Her partner suddenly had a bad premonition. 'Maybe I should have just kept quiet…'
Like an arrow that had already been shot from a bow, she couldn't just take her words back, could she? So Cynthia could only try to appeal to Emilia's 'reasonable' side in an effort to 'lower the damage'. "D-Don't do anything silly, Emilia, don't you still have a favor to ask from her?"
Emilia smiled. 'Don't worry, I'll just give her a little 'shock therapy' later. Once I've already got that favor, of course.'
Her partner couldn't help but give her a thumbs up in her mind, looking forward to her 'shock therapy'. As long as it didn't affect her plans, it should be fine. After all, can that siscon even hold a grudge? "As expected of my villainess!"
Samantha seemed to have calmed herself down considerably by the time she returned a few minutes later, and even when Emilia greeted her with a tight hug, she just smiled and patted her back calmly.
Emilia didn't seem to care about it too much, and just gave her sister a doe-eyed look. "Sam~ Can you ask your secretary to do something for me again?"
The older girl smiled. "Don't you have her number?"
The shorter girl looked adorably precious in Samantha's eyes as she glared at her with her bottom lip jutting out petulantly. "So? Won't you do it for me?"
Samantha shook her head in amusement. "Can I really say 'no' when my adorable sister asks for something? Just tell me what you need."
Emilia's eyes shone as she grinned widely. "I want Noelle to help me get video proof that Amos met those two bullies! We're also one of the shareholders for that hospital, right? It shouldn't be hard!"
Samantha couldn't help but give her a strange look, wondering just what her little sister was planning. "Why? You know it won't mean anything, really, he could just say he was concerned for their health so he came to visit?"
Emilia obviously didn't care to reason with her, and just fluttered her eyelashes, moving her face closer. "You won't do it?"
Samantha turned her head away, her heart hammering wildly in her chest as all her earlier self-motivation seemed futile in the face of her sister's cuteness. "I-I'll do it, b-but, let me go now, okay, I-I think I need to pee again!"
Thankfully, her innocent little sister didn't seem to find it suspicious, and indeed let her go with a smile.
Cynthia's mind was running wild with expectations as it became apparent that the 'moment' had come. 'Ohhh… What will it be? A slap to the face? A twisting of the ears? Another threat?! Ahhh, this excitement is too much!'
"Then, goodnight, Sam…"
Before she could really feel any relief though, Samantha felt like something had exploded in her mind. Before leaving, Emilia had gently but firmly pressed her soft lips against the her own.
'T-That did NOT just happen!'
While the older girl was still reeling in shock, Emilia had long since skipped away, giggling from time to time.
Cynthia couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Seriously, Emilia, you should stop doing that kind of thing too much."
Emilia smiled, not taking her words seriously at all as she returned to her room and crashed on the bed. "And why should I?"
Her partner sighed. "Because what is she going to do once her real sister comes back? You're gonna leave her broken hearted, because Danielle definitely doesn't like her sister so much. She'll probably remain aloof, and I don't know if that girl can take it."
Although Emilia was still smiling, there was something about it that didn't seem quite right. "You care about her so much now?"
Cynthia hesitated for a moment, wondering if it will touch one of Emilia's nerves, but figured that it should be fine. "Not me, no, but you clearly do."
Emilia was silent for a while as she mulled it over before nodding. "Alright, I understand what you're thinking, but you don't need to worry, I have it under control."
Her partner frowned as she seemed to realize something. "What's this, do you have something planned that you haven't told me about?"
Emilia smiled. "Don't we talk all the time? I think you can figure out most of my plans without me needing to tell you."
Cynthia rolled her eyes. "Huh? That's not a good excuse at all! I can't read your mind anymore after you got this body, you know. Tell me!"
Emilia smirked. "Are you asking for a favor?"
Her system seemed stunned, not realizing what she was talking about at all. "What?"
Emilia waved her hand, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Ahem, well, I'm just saying… didn't you see what your attitude should be like when asking for a favor?"
Cynthia rolled her eyes as she recalled how her partner had acted while trying to get things her way. Did Emilia think she was that brazen as well? She can keep dreaming. "You want me to act so coquettishly? I'm not that shameless!"
Emilia stuck out her tongue, still not intending to give up. "How about just a kiss then, and I'll tell you? Of course, it has to be a proper one."
The emerald eyed girl couldn't help but be exasperated. Why can't her villainess be a little more serious? "I thought you said you won't waste the summoning time anymore?"
Emilia nodded. "True, but this is not a waste, it's to soothe my soul."
Cynthia rolled her eyes. "Hmph, forget about it! I don't care anyway."
Emilia could only let her be as she shrugged, muttering 'your loss' under her breath, but didn't receive any response.
As she closed her eyes, seemingly unaffected, only she knew how lonely she was in her heart.
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THE VILLAINESS WITH A HEROINE HAREMC69 - No Longer A Prey
When Emilia arrived in school on Monday morning along with Dixie, she couldn't help but marvel at the speed and efficiency with which Samantha's secretary got things done.
Not only had she already received the 'incriminating evidence' she had been looking for, even the 'shower arrangement' she had requested for at school was already in place.
Not to mention that this was only the early morning of the first working day after Emilia had requested the shower facility at school from Samantha, it had already been past midnight when she told her she wanted the evidence!
That is to say, between twelve at midnight on Sunday and six in the morning on Monday, Noelle had to have already taken the relevant surveillance devices under her control and already gone through the data recovery.
She couldn't help but be a little curious. "Didn't you say it takes a while to recover lost data?"
Cynthia nodded. "Not only that, it's also almost impossible to recover if it's been properly overwritten. But from how quickly you got the video, I'm guessing they either didn't bother deleting it in the first place, or simply deleted the record recently without overwriting anything, making the recovery simple and quick."
"I guess we got lucky, then. But still, maybe I should give this Noelle girl a reward."
"I think you shouldn't. The girl's doing good work, what if you melt her brain?"
"Good point."
When they finally reached the fourth floor of the recreational clubs building, where Emilia was told their 'showering accommodation' was supposed to be, she gained a whole new understanding of the power of money.
Dixie couldn't help but look around in wonder. Was this five-star hotel suite like room really a part of their 'school' now? "Wow, Emily… I asked you for a shower room, but you got us a whole suite!"
Emilia chuckled, slightly embarrassed as she jumped on the fluffy king-sized bed. She hadn't seen what the attached bathroom looked like, but going by the size of the kitchen… it would probably be on the same level as the one in her own room. And that was already luxurious enough.
Emilia didn't think this kind of place had been a part of their school from the beginning. This was clearly all remodeled to fit her needs.
Of course, compared to rescuing nearly four hundred trafficked children from overseas within a day, this was nothing much to be surprised about.
Although she had long since learned it, only when she witnessed its effectiveness did Emilia realize just how impressive this world was in terms of 'speed' at which things could get done.
Transport and communication, the two most determining factors and the biggest issues in getting almost anything done in the world, were both multiple orders of magnitude faster in this world than in her previous ones.
If she was careless and didn't keep that in mind, her previous 'experience' might have ended up harming her instead as she got blindsided by her opponents. Of course, having already witnessed such things, Emilia would have to be an idiot to not keep this in mind.
What she was curious about, however, was what kind of excuse would be used to give her such privileges. After all, not many would question it if she was allowed to use some showers, but how could the other students not be jealous of such blatant 'favoritism'?
While Dixie was still bathing in the bathroom, Emilia examined the fluffiness of the bed as well as the comfort level of the sofas. "There's no way I'm ever going to the library or cafeteria again…"
After all, wouldn't it be much more fun to just bring whatever she needed here in her 'secret base' while at school? Of course, this also included her friends.
Emilia hummed thoughtfully as she gazed at the still closed bathroom door. "I wonder if Crystal will mind if I drag her here too?"
Cynthia of course didn't think that was a good idea. "That will probably leave a bad impression on the heroine. After all, she is a serious, studious girl who dislikes elitism from the rich. And not only will this disturb her study time, it's also just a blatant show of your privilege over the girl."
Emilia clicked her tongue, but didn't argue with her partner. After making out with Dixie that day, she noticed that her strategic thinking had been somewhat affected by her desire for 'intimacy'.
So until she could get herself back to 'normal', Emilia decided it was better to run anything that involved Crystal or Dixie by Cynthia first. After all, though sometimes petulant, her partner was still a very objective judge.
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While Emilia was still marveling at her newly acquired 'secret base' in school, Mr. Black was staring blankly at his computer screen, wondering if his eyes had already gone bad from staying up too late at night.
When he first found out about the White Deer corporation using almost three billion dollars to counter his 'move' against their precious little girl, he had almost laughed out loud.
Although the difference between their two corporations wasn't that big on the surface, the strength of the 'White Deer' came from the fact that Mr. White's control over it was far greater than his own, and both the power and money he wielded exceeded those of Mr. Black considerably.
This was because although they were both 'publicly traded' corporations, Mr. Black had a fifty-five percent stake in the 'Black Tiger', which was significantly dominant compared to what the 'owners' of publicly traded corporations usually had.
That is, until someone compared it to the 'White' family's stake. With a mind-bogglingly huge eighty-five percent stake, sometimes Mr. Black wondered if the only reason they went public was to show off their wealth.
Of course, this had been a good thing until recently, when he still believed that one day the 'White Deer' corporation would fall into his own hands. But as he watched the results on his screen, he found all his 'wishful dreams' dissolving in the blink of an eye.
White Deer was no longer a 'prey' he could hunt and possess… It was a predator he must get rid of!
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THE VILLAINESS WITH A HEROINE HAREMC70 - White Deer's Momentum
With a deficit of three billion dollars in liquid assets, it should normally have put his competitor one step behind in all future bids.
As someone who knew perfectly well how to take advantage of such a situation, Mr. Black had been looking forward to watching his long-term rival's face crumble as he watched more and more 'opportunities' being snagged by him right under his eyelids.
Even if they bought themselves some fame in return, what exactly was the point of that? At their level, they didn't have to rely on the news media to solidify their images in the public's mind. All they had to do was pour some money into ad campaigns.
And whatever 'positive image' they managed to get using this event, wouldn't it just fade away a few days later, as people moved on to some other exciting piece of news?
But that turned out to be just a wishful dream.
When the stock market opened this morning, his secretary had already rung him up in a panic. Forget about reminding him of trivial things such as the commissioner's missed call, he didn't even wait for Mr. Black to get out of his mansion.
White Deer's stock rocketed up by twenty percent.
For a small corporation, although this would be worth celebrating, it wasn't something world-changing. Market valuation did matter a lot, but it could fall just as much tomorrow as it had gone up today.
But for the ones on the scale of the 'White Deer' or 'Black Tiger' corporation? A twenty percent rise in their stock price translated to literally trillions of dollars!
Compared to the 'measly' sum they had invested, the returns were a thousandfold!
Even if Mr. Black regretted making his move until his intestines turned green, at this point it was already too late.
He had severely underestimated the impact of public image on the market price. Mr. Black had never been too concerned about such things, because his own corporation already had a 'poor' public image, and thus their valuation was always based on objective facts and cold hard reports.
But the people who were buying White Deer's stocks right now and contributing to their rise were those who simply saw their future growth potential and wanted a slice of the pie.
With reports of the station overseeing the two missing boys' case being put under audit, combined with their timely rescue of the trafficked children, many believed that the White Deer corporation had not just public but also government support.
Moreover, they had always been steadily growing stronger over the past years, and have already proven themselves to be capable, dependable, and able to adapt to the changing trends.
Under such circumstances, wasn't it wise to invest in them while they still could?
It was all market hype, and seemed quite pointless in Mr. Black's eyes, but as long as the White Deer corporation didn't mess things up massively in the future, they really would get twenty percent richer in a single day!
The panic within the upper echelons of the 'Black Tiger', that is to say, everyone who was aware of their moves against the 'White Deer', was so great that Mr. Black had to turn off his phone and isolate himself in his study while issuing them a notice to remain calm.
But even though he told them he was working on the 'issue' in the notice, Mr. Black could feel that the world had grown dark and gloomy in his eyes. The only thing he could see was the report of the White Deer's steady rise, and regret his own 'contribution'.
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Meanwhile, Amos had gathered up all of his new 'followers' in one of their properties that were the closest to the school.
Of course, he had also heard about the White Deer corporation's great luck today, but that was none of his concern right now. He knew his father must be suffering from the fallout, but that was fine by him.
After all, the weaker his grasp was on the 'Black Tiger' corporation, the easier it would be for him to pry it off of his hands. Some minor collateral damage was acceptable.
What he needed to focus on now was to make sure he didn't make a mess of his own. He had already been humiliated enough for a lifetime, and from this point onwards he planned to slowly make them all pay it all back, one by one.
And the ones who would help him make it possible were these 'pawns' that his father had so 'generously' thrown his way.
Eight of the boys in his father's documents were class S students, while two were from class A, and Amos knew just how effective a weapon he had been handed. If he played his cards right…
So after digging into their past from the report he had been handed and making sure they could be more or less 'trusted', he decided to go all-in and turn them completely into his minions.
After all, though they couldn't betray him, if he didn't change anything they would remain extremely inefficient and unreliable to get things done with. His guess was confirmed once they reached his place exactly on the time he demanded, not even a minute early.
Forget about showing sincerity, wasn't this blatantly displaying their reluctance to follow him?
Of course, the external pressure on them was too great to even consider refusing his orders. And Amos intended to take full advantage of that.
He let them remain standing as he sat on the sofa, one leg on top of another, leisurely sipping a cup of coffee. Amos made no secret of their 'standing' in his eyes, and his position as their 'boss'.
The hero would have looked quite elegant and charismatic, if not for his swollen left eye.
Amos put down his coffee mug on the table, giving the group a nonchalant nod. "Introduce yourselves one by one, starting from the left.. And tell me why you deserve to be here, what your talents are, and what you can do for me."
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THE VILLAINESS WITH A HEROINE HAREMC71 - Acquired 'Subordinates'
Although they did introduce themselves under his orders, even Amos could tell how reluctant they were in their hearts.
It was no wonder, since eight of the ten were from class S, and had a much better impression of Emilia than they did of Amos. In fact, to say that they put Emilia on a pedestal wouldn't be far from the truth.
As for what they thought of Amos… their image of him would have been somewhat neutral or slightly negative before today. But now that he had forcibly put them under his thumb so arrogantly, that slight aversion might already have shifted to hatred and disgust.
Of course, just because they hated him didn't mean they could consider going against his will. None of them these eight were an only child. They knew very well the consequences of being too stubborn would be to be shipped off overseas, forever having nothing to do with their family inheritance, except for a pittance of pocket money.
What were they supposed to do with just a few thousand dollars a month? In their opinion, they were far more likely to starve to death than ever make a comeback.
As for the two from class A, they only hated their circumstances, and not Amos himself.
The hero knew his reputation was already far too poor to make any use of it to earn their loyalty, so he completely gave up any 'pretense' of being kind, gentle, or polite.
He smiled coldly at his subordinates. "I know you guys all like that bitch, and don't want to see me at all. And I don't give a flying fuck. You have no choice but to follow me… But I'm not unkind to my own dogs. One day, I'll have that little bitch crying under my heels. Of course, I have no interest in her, personally."
It felt good to not care how he acted in front of others. And going by their perplexed reaction, his newly acquired subordinates hadn't expected such a 'bountiful reward' at all.
Amos could only shake his head, thinking that it's true how one man's trash can be considered another man's treasure.
What he didn't know was that his 'subordinates' were all thinking about the 'rumors' that had been spreading about him when the school had first started.
His frank admission to his lack of interest in his supposed childhood sweetheart and future fiancée was as good as stamping a seal of approval on his expected sexual orientation.
'So it was true, after all!'
Had Amos realized that they had misunderstood his disgust for Emilia as his revelation of his orientation, he would surely have a stroke.
Ignorance was bliss, however, and the hero continued his tirade unperturbed. "Not only her, but any substandard bitch whore that follows her around… I'll naturally feed them to my dogs. Understand?"
His intention behind this offer was, of course, to reward them in a way that they couldn't even imagine otherwise.
Although he could only feel a sense of disgust when looking at her, the hero was still well aware that most boys his age thought of that bitch as a dream they would be more than happy to hold on to if they could.
And her retinue was full of equally 'desirable' and dumb bitches. Their existence may disgust Amos to his core, but he still knew how to make use of them. Handing them over to his subordinates would not only serve as a 'just punishment' for those uppity whores, but would also double as a great reward for the boys.
The hero may have been a little off with his judgement, but the core of his proposal still managed to tempt them.
Although some of the boys felt disgusted in their hearts at his offer, they couldn't help but be a little tempted.
After all, normally they truly would not have any chance at all to stand side by side with a girl of Emilia's level. If she was really ruined by Amos and ended up in their arms, wouldn't it be easy to win over a distraught girl in despair?
It was not a 'bad reward' at all, as long as this boss of theirs didn't go overboard to make their lives difficult afterwards.
And going by his uncaring attitude, this 'boss' of theirs shouldn't care if they kept her as a wife at home, right?
Just imagining the scene where they could come home to such a beautiful and loving wife was enough to send them into beautiful daydreams about their future. Not to mention that such a girl would also forever feel indebted to them for saving her from the depths of despair, and would love them with her whole heart.
How could it not get their blood pumping? Not to mention those who had a good impression of Emilia already, even the ones who had been slightly neutral felt moved.
They realized that it was all wishful thinking, of course. Who was Emilia White? Are any of them unfamiliar with the might of her family corporation? Of course not. How could such a girl ever fall into this lame guy's hands, let alone be passed on to them?
Unaware of their wildly wandering thoughts, Amos tapped his knuckles on the table, brimming with confidence. "The eight of you in class S should start slowly influencing that whore's image, but don't make it too blatant. As for the two of you in class A… you keep an eye on Crystal Miller for me."
The boys looked at each other, feeling some pity for the brightest girl in their class.
Just how had she managed to become a target of this beast?
Truly, luck was such an impossible to predict thing. Blessed with such a good brain and outstanding looks, but it would all go to waste now because she had attracted the attention of this bastard.
At this point, was her luck considered good, or bad?
The hero's eyes turned darker the longer they failed to respond. "Did you not hear me?"
The two boys snapped out of their thoughts as they nodded furiously. "Y-Yes, boss… can we know what you plan to do with her?"
Amos sneered. "No. Just know that you're only allowed to keep an eye on where she goes and who she's with. You're not allowed to make any further moves, and definitely not allowed to bring her any harm!"
"W-We understand, boss."
Inwardly, these two boys had the lowest 'loyalty' among the bunch. If their families hadn't been in tremendous debt, they wouldn't be forced to do all this. And the worst thing was that it wasn't this guy or his father to whom they owed money, but they still came knocking to make their life hell.
When they had been admitted to the Imperial Academy, the lenders had already agreed to let them off until they got proper jobs in the future, at the cost of spiking the interest rates. After all, they were guaranteed to rake in a lot of cash in the future, why kill a golden hen while it was still a chick?
But of course, if the big boss wants them to do otherwise, their own small calculations became pointless. In the grand scheme of things, whatever these two could earn in their lifetime wouldn't compare with a single deal from Mr. Black.
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THE VILLAINESS WITH A HEROINE HAREMC72 - Sudden Rise
The atmosphere in the Imperial Academy that day was far from studious that day, as almost everyone was either discussing the suddenly missing Don and Braxy, or Emilia's interview.
In class C, the main topic was of course the TV interview of their already famous bully exterminator.
The voices of the students were filled with giddiness and excitement.
"Did you watch it too?"
"Yeah, I couldn't believe it when I first saw it. She handled it all so calmly, like a real celebrity!"
Although there were all types of students in the Imperial Academy, over half of them were actually somewhat introverted. Just imagining being on a stage in front of hundreds of people was enough to send them shaking at their knees, not to mention being live on TV.
Knowing that thousands, if not millions, would be watching her, and still being able to act so calm and collected, they couldn't help but feel both envy and admiration for Emilia's level of confidence.
But that was only the thought process of some. For the rest, their 'admiration' stemmed from something completely different.
"I mean, yeah, but did you see her older sister? She was so HOT!"
"Ewww… trust you boys to focus on something like that when discussing something so important!"
"I mean, can you blame me? I was almost about to hump my screen, but my family was there, so…"
This was of course meant as a 'joke', but unfortunately some of the girls seemed to take it literally.
"Disgusting!"
"Ahahaha…"
Of course, most of it was just an exaggeration. Just because they said Emilia or Samantha looked good enough to make them lick their TV screen didn't mean any of them was stupid enough to actually do it, right?
Besides, everyone looked good on TV. Just look at those news reporters, or celebrities. The only reason they felt so hyped was because Emilia was someone they could see in person on a daily basis.
For the regular, unrelated people, her fame was still far from reaching the level of even a small show host, since most attributed 'her achievements' to the White Deer corporation.
If there was one person who was the happiest in their school right now, that would be Penny.
Forget about going around to beg people to join her 'Princess Emilia's Royal Knights' club, she now had far too many people begging her to accept their applications. Far more than the actual upper limit her club could handle!
Thinking about the hardships she had gone through, the hoops she had jumped, just to rope in a single member in a day, Penny felt as if she might burst into tears.
The growth of the club couldn't be solely attributed to Emilia's interview, though, because her popularity in school was already good. It also had to do with Penny's change of approach.
Penny had a small 'heart to heart' talk with her mother after watching Emilia's interview, and ended up confiding all the little details of her recent activities to her mother. And after listening to her advice, Penny realized a very important thing.
Why would anyone join her club?
There was simply no benefit in doing so. They could still admire Emilia the same even without joining her club. In fact, for any normal girl, being a member of such a stalker-like organization would only make her more averse to letting you approach her.
Of course, how could her glorious Princess Emilia be measured on the same scale as a normal girl? Penny may have only started following her because of her beauty, but her heart had only been won over after meeting her in person.
Her goddess not only did not disdain her presence, she even allowed her to linger around, answering some small tidbits of her curiosity, and letting her bask in her glow.
According to her mother, this should provide Penny with plenty of 'exclusive merch', such as 'Princess Emilia's forgotten hairclip', or even… 'Princess Emilia's lip balm that I never returned'!
As soon as she made this 'possibility' known, it instantly led to an explosion of perv—ahem, cultured students, joining her club.
Even though Penny was not good with terminology, she decided that titles were still necessary to indicate hierarchy. After all, how could devout worshippers such as herself be in the same category as those perverts who only wanted Emilia's candid photos or forgotten wearables?
That would have to wait for later though, because currently she had more pressing concerns, such as the limited member slots. She had already taken over fifty 'applications' after arriving at school, and this was still before the first class.
By the end of the day, Penny was sure she would have over ten times the number of applicants as she was allowed to have members.
Penny clenched her fists tightly. 'How can the cul—I mean, club, dedicated to our glorious princess have only twenty people? Unacceptable!'
It wasn't possible to get in touch with her mother right away to seek advice, nor was it possible to delay the matter by even a single moment. Penny couldn't bear losing even a single cultist because of her delayed response, after all!
So she could only rely on her trusty little sidekick, Dorothy.
After brainstorming over the issue with her reliable chubby friend and fellow cultist, Penny decided to form an unofficial 'honorary' membership for the students who couldn't be accepted into the 'official' core of their 'club'.
These 'honorary' members would also be kept up to date on their activities and included in their 'cult', but they would mostly have to depend on an online group chat since they couldn't come to their in-person official meetings.
Of course, Penny planned to hold some larger meetings including all the members from time to time, as well. Just to keep them from feeling too excluded.
"But Penny, which ones are you going to accept as the main twenty?"
Penny had already thought about it, of course, since this was pretty much all she thought about the entire day, anyway. "One position is already taken by one of Princess Emilia's close followers who agreed to join earlier, and I think I'll reserve a position for the other two as well. So that leaves only fifteen slots after counting the two of us, actually."
"Huh… then how about we do a random lottery—"
Just as she was about to continue, however, they heard a slight commotion from class B, and Penny suddenly had a bad feeling.
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THE VILLAINESS WITH A HEROINE HAREMC73 - Riled Up
In sharp contrast to the merry and joyful atmosphere everywhere else, the air in class B was as gloomy as it could be.
It was no wonder, since unlike almost everyone else who only saw the positive part of the news where the trafficked children were rescued, the students in class B were of course more concerned about the news of their missing classmates.
Their first thoughts were of course full of disbelief and doubt.
"Is it really true?"
One of the boys nodded, it was impossible for them to just keep denying it when faced with facts. "It's true. Didn't they say the police were investigating the missing case of Don and Braxy when they arrived at that girl's house? That can't be a joke, right?"
The others all looked at each other, feeling intensely uncomfortable. The question in their mind was, of course… "So where are they right now?"
But obviously, none of them had an answer to that pressing question at all.
The boy who had taken the lead earlier shrugged. "Who knows? My dad works at the station, but even doesn't know anything about it."
There was a moment of stunned and oppressive silence among the students.
One of the boys finally couldn't help it. "Do you guys think it was HER doing?"
Of course they knew who he was talking about, who else could it be but that spoiled little princess? Although most of them already hated Emilia when she barged into their class to beat up their friends, they still subconsciously denied her going to such extreme lengths.
But when some pointed it out and they thought about it, it started to make more and more sense.
"That… might actually be the case?"
"I mean, who else could it be?"
"Right? And the police won't suspect her for no reason. The fact that they went to her home despite her identity must mean they have some pretty solid evidence against her."
The more they talked about it, the more it changed from a 'conjecture' to a 'fact' that Emilia had both Don and Braxy 'dealt with'.
A hatred that was many times stronger than the one they had for her before began festering within the students. How can she do that to her fellow schoolmates, just because of some ego issue?!
"Why exactly is that bitch being touted as a hero right now?!"
"Because… money?"
"But what about that evidence?!"
"Evidence can go missing if you're rich enough, the case can be buried, and all that."
"That's depressing as fuck, man. So what about Don and Braxy? Are they getting tortured or something?"
The boy who had previously confirmed that his father worked at the station sighed sadly. "If they're not already dead, you mean. My dad often says that finding people who go missing for more than a day without a call for ransom is generally a lost cause. At that point, they're just looking for a murderer."
Another wave of shock went through the students as they realized that their 'friends' might not just be missing and suffering, but actually dead. It was a horrifying, unbelievable thought.
"Holy shit, no way?!"
"T-That can't be true, right?"
"Even that pretentious bitch can't be that vicious?"
Seeing the disbelief on his classmate's faces, the boy shrugged helplessly. Unlike him, who had already heard about what the real world was like from his father, his classmates were still quite 'na?ve' and couldn't see the truth.
Unfortunately, this was a matter that had to be brought to light. He smiled grimly. "Why not? Killing us commoners is probably like cutting weeds to those elitists anyway. As long as that little princess went crying to her daddy about being bullied at school, isn't it just a small, insignificant matter? After all, as the richest man in the country, it's not wrong to say that he can cover the sky with one hand."
His words seemed to rile up the students to a boiling point as they stomped their feet and slammed their tables in a rage.
"Shit, this is making my blood boil!"
"We can't let her get away with this, right? Don and Braxy were our classmates, if we don't speak up, who will?"
"She's right! Let's all go to a police station to file a complaint!"
The boy was suddenly startled. Although he had wanted to 'bring the truth to light', he never expected them to actually do anything about it.
If they went to a police station and made a commotion, wouldn't it be bad if his father got involved in this matter? If his father's job became unstable because of his actions, that would be a disaster!
He gulped nervously, trying his best to keep his voice calm. "A-Are you fucking stupid? Going to the police station won't do jack shit! E-Even the two officers who were in the news for going to her house got publicly suspended, from what I heard."
'Thankfully', his classmates didn't seem to think his words were strange, and only focused on the matter at hand.
"What?!"
"She got them fired just for doing their jobs?!"
"Fuck, this tyrannical little rich brat is too much!"
As their anger simmered to its peak, one of them kicked the table to the ground in a rage, instantly silencing the rest of the class. "Let's go to a news station! If we can get their attention and make this matter public, I don't believe she can keep getting away with it scot-free!"
His words seemed to echo through their hearts, and the boy who had been worried about his father's job also chimed in joyfully. "He's right! If she and her family didn't care about public opinion, why would they twist the truth around and make themselves into heroes by using a so-called child trafficking instead to cover this up?"
As long as they didn't make more trouble for him, it was fine to redirect their rage elsewhere! "It's probably their own trafficking racket, anyway. Is it any wonder they could 'rescue' those children so seamlessly?"
Since his father 'worked at the station', the students immediately believed his 'insider info', and their eyes turned even redder in rage.
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THE VILLAINESS WITH A HEROINE HAREMC74 - The Inevitable Clash
"Fucking corrupted, evil bastards! They deserve to die horrible deaths!"
"Let's go to a news station after class then, all of us together!"
"Why after class? Can't we ditch one day of class for our friends?"
"Let's go right fucking now, then!"
"Yeah, I don't believe they'll just ignore a testimony from dozens of students at once!"
"Fuck Emilia White!"
"Screw her!"
They never realized, however, that their impassioned speech was a bit too loud, and managed to attract the attention of Penny and her new 'friends' next door.
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Penny already had a pretty good idea of what was going on when she realized the commotion was coming from class B. Unlike last time, when she could only grit her teeth and swear to one day make them regret besmirching her princess, she was no longer helpless and alone.
Although the ground floor only had their B and C classes, it wasn't difficult for her to relay her call for arms to all the 'applicants'. Most had left their phone numbers behind when expressing their interest to join, and calling them here was as simple as sending a group message.
The turnout rate was even better than she expected, with almost 80% of all the applicants showing up for the 'battle' in front of class B. Of course, those who failed to show up were directly struck off her list of potential 'candidates' for the club. Their faith in her princess was too low and unworthy.
"The top ten who score the most hits on those morons will get a guaranteed spot in the club! And the top three will get one piece each of merch touched by the princess herself! Those who are too queasy to fight can stay back to shout insults, and our judge will pick the one who can hurl the most vicious ones and bestow a position to them as well!"
Some of the frailer girls as well as the more bookish boys who had been dreading the thought of a physical confrontation were immediately reinvigorated.
And the judge was, of course, Penny's best friend Dorothy. With a 'score sheet' already prepared, her sole job this time was to scout out all the 'good seedlings'.
"Whoo!"
"Let's go!"
The reason Penny was so confident was obvious. Class B was only one part of their freshmen year, while the students who came to apply to her club came from all four years of high school, and almost all classes.
Even with an average of only ten to twelve students per class, minus freshman class B, that still made them almost four times as many in number when compared to their enemies.
Penny smirked. "Let's give those bastards what they deserve."
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The class B students were still in a hateful and angry state when Penny slammed their classroom door open with a kick.
"For the princess!"
"Attack!"
Although the situation was far beyond what anyone ever expected in their wildest dreams, they still tried their best to defend themselves. With their agitated hearts, many even completely lost their reasoning and started brawling viciously.
But their opponents were just as, if not more unreasonable. They didn't seem to fear getting hurt at all, like fanatics who cared only for their cause and not themselves.
The worst part was that not only did they get attacked unprovoked by this bunch of lunatics, a few of them even stayed back with the express purpose of hurling insults their way.
"Stupid idiot!"
"Moron!"
"Look at that blind retard swing!"
"A cerebral palsy could have hit that shot!"
"Ohhh, the fat guy manages to bounce back his opponent with his blubber defense! It's super effective!"
"Hey, you! Why are you so ugly that no one even wants to punch you in the face?!"
"My god, look at this bitch trying to run away in circles, she's weapons-grade stupid!"
"His ability is… impossible to underestimate!"
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Now that they had such a comfortable base at school, Dixie and Emilia would of course only leave when it was only half an hour till class started.
When they arrived at the academic building, they were attracted by a commotion coming from class B. Emilia was curious, so she decided to check it out, and Dixie followed.
What she never expected, however, was to come across a student 'riot'. Not to mention her, Dixie was also equally dumbfounded.
This was not some backward school where students formed gangs and often fought with each other. This was the Imperial Academy of Excellence! The so-called most reputable school in the country, where only the best of the best were accepted as students!
Perhaps in the past hundreds of years of the school's history, this kind of event wouldn't even be imaginable.
But the scene in front of them was definitely not an illusion, and now that they had seen it, Emilia couldn't ignore it either.
Emilia noticed that there was a group of students who were simply standing around in a circle, staring at her blankly since she opened the door, as if shocked.
Most of them looked like good kids who liked to keep to themselves, and Emilia felt a little pity that their learning environment was disturbed like this by these 'gangsters'. 'Poor babies, hope they're not too traumatized… Let's see which bunch of delinquents dare to start a fight even after knowing I'm now the 'disciplinary committee' head…'
Emilia's gaze swept through the roughhousing students who were too lost in their fighting to realize that the insults had gone silent, and an 'intruder' had entered their territory.
Even after she looked around for a while, she didn't recognize most of the students who were kicking and punching each other haphazardly, but she did recognize Penny.
The petite girl had somehow managed to climb onto the shoulders of a tall, strong-looking female student, and was currently in the process of pulling at her hair as the girl screeched and ran around in terror.
"Let go of my hair you little bitch!"
"Not until I turn you into a baldy! How dare you badmouth my princess?!"
Dixie and Emilia stared at each other, both realizing that although they had done nothing this time, the blame for the matter might actually still somehow fall on Emilia's head.
Dixie felt intensely uncomfortable as she watched Emilia get closer to the brawling students. "P-Princess, stop! You go back to get a teacher, I'll separate them one by one in the meantime, okay?"
Emilia shook her head. "No way, as the head of the 'disciplinary committee', isn't it my job to take care of things like this? They're just untrained children, don't worry so much."
And Emilia walked right into the conflict, almost causing Dixie to have a heart attack as she tried her best to stick close to her to fend off any stray 'attacks'.
Of course, as most of them didn't even realize she was there, Emilia was never in any actual danger, and could avoid all the stray attacks herself. She reached Penny's position far more easily than she expected. "Penny!"
"Princess?!"
Penny was so shocked that she immediately stopped pulling out the girl's hair, and her victim let out a sigh of relief.
Emilia's expression was dark as she glared at the now quivering blonde. "Come down, now, and explain to me what the hell is going on!"
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THE VILLAINESS WITH A HEROINE HAREMC75 - Punishment Or Reward?
Penny never imagined that she would be caught 'red handed' like this by Emilia. Just what kind of impression would her princess now have of their club, and even Penny herself?
Although she could mention that they were fighting for Emilia, and that these heathens had been caught besmirching her, Penny didn't want to mention such a thing in front of her princess.
Sure, it would probably make her more sympathetic towards them, but wasn't the whole point of their club to protect and cherish her? How could they let her know she was being insulted like this, just to save their own hide?
Seeing her remain silent, Emilia instructed Dixie to lock the door shut while she questioned some of the other students.
Despite Penny's reluctance to mention the matter herself, Emilia had already gotten the gist of it within a few minutes. After all, it was impossible to actually keep it a secret when so many of them knew about it.
Emilia felt like she was having a migraine as she leaned against the teacher's desk, wondering how she should handle this whole thing.
Since most teachers arrived only a few minutes before class, or even right on the clock, she had about twenty to twenty five minutes to deal with things before it got out of her hands.
There was no doubt that she would be considered 'involved' in this matter, or even the one who 'caused' it in the first place. And although this could be handled as a small matter in the school, it also had the potential to blow up in her face if exposed to the public.
As Emilia was still thinking of a solution, the rest of the students stared at each other in silence.
'Head of the Disciplinary Committee' was a title that they had thought was just given to Emilia for show, but apparently, the girl intended to make use of it here. And they would be getting a 'demonstration' of her work first hand.
The class B students felt like they had been locked in a cage with a tiger. This girl not only held a position of power over them, she was already set to be hostile when dealing with this matter, since they had been insulting her, after all. How could she remain neutral?
They knew they would be getting treated 'unfairly'. But that was to be expected, since her unreasonable behavior was one of the reasons they hated her in the first place.
If she had really walked in alone before the whole brawling fiasco, they might have even considered beating her up, consequences be damned. But these bunch of lunatics were already too much for them to handle, not to mention anything else.
At this moment, Emilia seemed to have finally made up her mind, and clapped her hands lightly with a smile. "Alright, you guys form a line, and come to me one by one."
Looking at her being so calmly seated on their teacher's desk, tapping her pen against a notebook, the class B students looked at each other, perplexed. Just what was she planning to do?
Their questions were answered when a reluctant Penny arrived in front of Emilia, and had her ID card confiscated, and received a thorough scolding till both her ears and eyes were red.
"I understand that you're passionate about certain things, and wish to do your best, but you must also keep in mind that your intentions do not always justify all actions! I'll explain this to you in more detail later, so you're not allowed to leave school before me today, understand?"
Penny's eyes went wide. "Eh?"
Emilia tapped the table with her pen, smiling gently at the petite blonde. "I'm telling you to wait for me after class, do you understand?"
The girl nodded frantically. "I understand!"
And just like that, all her grievances had vanished. She was being rewarded with a personal meeting with her princess, in private!
As Emilia hadn't mentioned any particular order the students must come to her in, her 'fan club' of course made up most of those who went first, with class B students lingering behind in fear.
Even as they all had their student IDs taken away, however, they all came back feeling rewarded, having received an allotted time slot to meet her over the next few days.
"Alright, since you guys are done, everyone who is not a part of class B please go back to your own class!"
Some of them couldn't help but give her a reluctant look. "Um, I don't think it's safe to leave you with these—"
Emilia rolled her eyes. "Would you like your punishment increased?"
'Is 'Yes please' the wrong thing to say here?'
Thankfully, they still had enough sense remaining to know what not to say at what time, and reluctantly made their way out of the class.
Of course, forget about going to their own rooms, most remained close by the door along with Penny, just in case something went wrong inside.
"I saw Princess up close for the first time! She's so much cuter than on TV!"
"Kyaa! A personal meeting, ahh~ I wonder what we'll talk about!"
"Idiot, it's not a date, don't get too hopeful. She'll probably scold you more, but one on one. Fufu…"
"Why do you look so happy?"
"Well, it's true that good deeds don't go unrewarded!"
Meanwhile, back in the classroom, the remaining students stared at each other in silence, none of them daring to be the one to go forward first.
Although they clearly had a numbers advantage now, their head had already long since cooled down enough to realize they couldn't afford to touch this girl.
Not to mention that Dixie was guarding her so vigilantly, and they had already seen her strength when she had pulled some of them apart when stopping the fight, so even if they tried to get a hit in, they might be the ones to suffer instead.
"I don't have all day to waste, who's roll number one?"
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THE VILLAINESS WITH A HEROINE HAREMC76 - The Hero's Longing
Adele had always hated her name, and she hated it even more right now. Why is it always her! Who goes first in PE test? Adele. Who goes first on an oral pop quiz? Adele. And this time, she didn't even participate in their hate discussion, but now the first one to punish is going to be her?!
Looking at the reluctant looking girl dragging her feet to her, Emilia felt her lips twitch. "Put your ID card on the table, and meet me at—"
The girl couldn't help but stomp her feet, her eyes red. "I didn't do anything!"
Emilia tilted stared at the slightly buck-toothed girl curiously. "Excuse me?"
Although Adele lost most of her courage, she still managed to speak most of what was on her mind. "I-I didn't badmouth you, and I didn't want to fight! I was just defending myself, so why am I... being punished?"
Emilia tilted her head with a smile. "Who says you're being punished?"
The girl blinked in surprise. "Eh?"
Not to mention Adele, even the rest of the students who had been eagerly listening in were stunned. Clearly, none of them believed what Emilia said. 'If we're not going to be punished, why the hell is she collecting our student IDs?'
Emilia seemed to have guessed what they were thinking, and shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm keeping your IDs and telling you to meet me later so I can properly understand the matter before handing out any punishments. In any case, for those of you who weren't involved, don't worry about being punished."
Adele gulped, full of hope despite her slight disbelief. "S-So I can go?"
Emilia had wanted to just deny it, but seeing how meek the girl seemed, decided to take a more gentle approach. "I'll confirm first whether you really weren't involved, but until then you'll be treated the same as everyone else. Don't worry, just hand over your ID card and follow my instructions, nothing will happen."
Adele still felt a little reluctant, thinking that it was impossible to investigate this matter anyway, so she was sure to get blamed. But there was little she could do other than pleading to the teachers or principal later, which was probably equally hopeless.
Surprisingly, the time slot she was allotted was also on the same day, which had only been given to Penny earlier. 'Hey, my always comes first buff is a bit too strong, right?!'
After Adele, the rest of the students also handed in their ID cards one by one. But Emilia knew that though they looked obedient right now, they were sure to complain about her to the principal later in hopes of escaping punishment.
"I'm sure there's no need to tell you what kind of disciplinary action will be taken against you if your intentional besmirching of a fellow student's reputation, as well as attempts to misinformation that could have serious consequences, was all brought in front of the principal."
The students stared at each other in silence. Compared to the 'riot', these matters had looked quite insignificant, but if Emilia decided to dig into them, the school was sure to back her up in punishing them one-sidedly.
Emilia smiled coldly as she stood up and collected all the IDs into her bag, along with her notebook. "To preserve the learning environment, I advise you to focus on your studies first, and let me handle this matter over the next week. If you're still dissatisfied with the results, you can go and complain to whoever you like."
Most of their expressions were complex as they watched her leave, not sure if she was trying her best to be impartial in their favor, trying to keep the matter hidden as long as possible, or just being vengeful and dole out all the punishment personally.
But Emilia didn't care about that right now, and left the room with almost two kilograms of ID cards stuffed in her bag.
She gave a weird look to the bunch of students still waiting outside the class, but decided not to say anything, since they were free to do as they pleased, as long as they didn't create another commotion.
By the time the teachers arrived, it was as if nothing had happened at all. As for some bruising that could be noticed with a careful look… if they had cared about such things, could school bullying ever happen?
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Emilia sighed tiredly as she stared at Mr. Jefferson giving another one of his incredibly sarcastic lectures. She didn't even listen to what he was saying, having already learned to filter out the non-lesson parts just by looking at his expression.
Basically, if he's not frowning, it's not a part of the syllabus.
There were so many things she had been planning to do in these next few days, there wasn't even enough time for them, and yet now she had to deal with all this hassle on top of that.
But she couldn't help but be a little flattered when she thought about it.
Someone fought to defend her reputation. No, not just someone, but many people!
And they didn't expect any credit. In fact, they wanted it to remain a secret from her!
If Penny and her fellow cultists knew how happy and shy Emilia felt about their actions, they might just go beat the class B students all over again. Thankfully, no one but Cynthia would know.
"I'm sure your ever-loyal and empty-headed knight here would do the same, if not more, so what exactly are you so shocked about?"
"It's different for her."
"How is it different?"
"It's like… Dixie is the pet I raised myself. She's expected to wag her tail and lick my palm…"
Cynthia nodded frantically at the description. "How accurate!"
Emilia rolled her eyes. "Let me finish. Anyway, on the other hand, Penny and those students are like little stray puppies who suddenly come up to me. Their loyalty and adoration of me are unexpected and a pleasant surprise, so I can't help but be a little flattered."
Cynthia hummed in thought as she nodded, more or less understanding her thought process.
At this moment, Mr. Jefferson suddenly frowned, and Emilia knew that he was actually going to start teaching now, so she focused back on the lecture.
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Meanwhile, Amos had directly skipped today's school once more, though he had sent his 'subordinates' to do their 'job'. He had far more important things to do.
If there was one positive thing that came out of the whole thug situation with Don and Braxy, it was that he finally came to know both his dream girl's name and her address.
Under normal circumstances, he fully intended to wait until the first exam's scores to properly move to class A and introduce himself to her openly and with confidence.
But with all these disturbances, Amos wasn't so sure about his results anymore. And Crystal, the na?ve, adorable creature that she was, seemed to be getting closer to that abominable witch the more time he left her alone.
So today Amos had made up his mind to introduce himself to her, having already arrived in front of her restaurant despite knowing she won't be back for a few more hours. Such was his dedication.
"Crystal, my love, I won't let you suffer in her hands anymore, don't worry…"
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THE VILLAINESS WITH A HEROINE HAREMC77 - Penny's Happiness
By the time the regular class hours ended for the day, there still wasn't any 'explosive' announcement or news, much to Emilia's relief.
According to Koko, some students already knew of Emilia's new 'base' in the club building, and had inquired about it from the office. And the justification provided seemed to be that it was the new 'disciplinary committee office', which was what Emilia intended to use it as for now anyway, so that suited her just fine.
Currently, she was 'sorting out' the two students she had scheduled to 'judge' today for the riot, though she didn't expect them to come together. Her initial plan had been to confront them one by one, after all.
Emilia tapped the study table with her pen thoughtfully, wondering how great it would be to have a proper, large office table here instead.
But Sam had clearly intended to make this a cozy base for her, and not a half office half living quarter. 'Well, it's fine either way, I just need to work with this for a few days, and don't really need to make it look too official.'
After thinking about it for a while, she decided it was still better to just go with her previous plan and handle them all separately. It would have a 'better impact' on them this way. "Penny, you go play with Dixie while I talk to Adele, alright?"
The girl nodded frantically as she left the room with a salute, and Emilia could only smile wryly, wondering how she seemed to get weirder and weirder every time she appeared before her.
She shook her head and focused on the buck-toothed, dark haired girl in front of her. "Ahem, so… Miss Adele Abercrombie, you said you weren't involved in the fight in any way, right?"
The girl seemed to shrink in on herself under Emilia's gaze, feeling deeply self-conscious. "I-I only defended myself."
Emilia nodded as she wrote something down on a notepad. After questioning the girl a little more on what she had been doing before, she tore off the page and handed it to Adele, along with a bar of chocolate. "Well, since you weren't involved but got dragged into this matter by the others, let me know if you encounter any troubles because of it in the future, alright?"
The girl gaped at her, as if unable to believe her words. "Eh?"
Emilia remained calm as she gave her a gentle smile. "Like I said, if you have any issues, you can come here after class or just go to class S if I'm not here. Oh, and send Penny in when you go out."
The girl nodded dumbly as she walked away with the premium chocolate bar grasped tightly in her hand. Of course, since it had come from the fridge that had been stocked up on Samantha's orders, it only contained things that were 'fit for her little angel', perfect for winning over children of all ages.
Shortly after, Penny walked in bashfully, one ear red from apparently being 'schooled' by Dixie.
Emilia smiled internally, thinking that her loyal little knight understood her the best, after all.
Unlike before when Adele had still been there, Penny didn't stay across the table, but came to stand right in front of her till she was only two feet away. Since Emilia was on the chair, she had to slightly look up even with Penny's short height.
The girl gave her another salute, and Emilia almost rolled her eyes, wondering if she intended to make this a habit, or if changing her form of greeting was just a daily thing for her.
Emilia had thought long and hard about how to make Penny learn a lesson on keeping herself in line so as not to cause her trouble, but in the end, it all seemed like punishing her own loyal pets for the insolence of her opponents.
Anyway, since she felt good about their actions, no matter how absurd they were, wasn't it up to her to cover it up?
Of course, she couldn't endorse them too openly, or they might really reach for the sky next time!
Emilia pretended to look grim. "Penny, did you know that I've recently been on the news, and a lot of people are talking about me?"
Penny nodded frantically, her eyes shining as if recalling a glorious moment. "I know, Princess! I've li—WATCHED your interview very thoroughly."
The girl gave two short, satisfied nods, and Emilia felt an inexplicable chill run up her spine.
She shook off the strange feeling without much thought. "Ahem, so… anything related to me is bound to attract a lot more attention for a while, and I can't have bad rumors floating around me at this time. Although I'm very happy that you stepped up to defend me like that, you should try to talk to me first before taking such big steps in the future, alright?"
Penny had of course not heard anything after 'I'm very happy' and 'you', her mind already overwhelmed with the fact that Emilia was 'very pleased' with her.
With her head muddled, she really 'lost control' of her actions and knelt in front of her idol as she rubbed her face against her belly frantically, giggling with glee. Well, she tried to do that fully expecting herself to fail, but shockingly enough, no one stopped her!
'I can die without regrets!'
Emilia watched blankly as the girl acted like a dog, with her absurdly long ponytail swiveling from side to side with her frantic head movements, just like a dog would wag its tail.
If Dixie had been here, she might have already pulled her up by her ponytail and slammed her onto the ground a couple of times, just to make sure she 'broke out of her daze'.
Fortunately for Penny, Emilia had asked Dixie to stay outside whenever she had 'meetings' with a student.
Emilia could only helplessly pat Penny's head, wondering if this is how big sisters or mothers felt when their children showed affection.
Penny's face slowly turned red as she 'froze' when she realized how 'insolent' she had been to rub her face against Emilia's midriff like that. Unfortunately, Emilia's shirt was tucked too firmly into her skirt, or she might have 'accidentally' kissed her belly!
'Mother was right! Good things only happen to those who try! The daring deserve the reward!'
Her hands had also been wrapped around Emilia's waist, but they were way too high up! She didn't get a good feel at all!
Seeing her regretful expression, Emilia nodded, thinking that at least the girl had enough decency to realize she shouldn't glomp people like that without permission.
"Well, I'll forgive you this time since you're so distressed, but talk to me first before doing things like this in the future, alright?"
Penny had no idea if her princess was talking about the riot or the molestation, but she didn't care either way. She just had to agree with whatever the princess said, right? "O-Of course!"
'And now I have been rewarded with the permission to call the princess at any time! This day can't get any better!'
Unaware of her true thoughts, Emilia gave her the best piece of chocolate she found in the fridge, which happened to have a pink wrapper with a heart shape. After all, her most devout follower among the punished students should get the best candy, right?
Penny fainted.
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