I Got Reincarnated as a Villainous Noble, and When I Tried to Create an All-Male Academy to Avoid a Bad Ending, for Some Reason the Gender Ratio Reversed? - Chapter 38

Chapter 38: My Fiancée Who Crossed the Line and Stopped Holding Back

—After school.

Me and Fran were hiding in the shadows behind the school building.

Our eyes were locked on two figures ahead.
The crown prince Jibilgard and Marilyn, who was cross-dressing as a guy. The two of them were facing each other in a spot where hardly anyone would pass by.

The distance between them was weirdly close, with the prince clearly trying to sneak in some touches whenever he got the chance, while Marilyn was openly grossed out by it.

“Gross. Like, seriously gross,” I muttered.

“……Yeah,” Fran agreed.

The reason we were watching this together was pretty simple: so we could play it off if we got caught.

If it was just me spying alone, it’d look super suspicious. But if it was the two of us, it could pass for a couple messing around in a quiet corner.
Basically, camouflage.

I thought looking like a lovey-dovey idiot couple was its own kind of problem, but Fran insisted this was the best way to keep the risk as low as possible. She was really pushing that point hard.

So yeah, that’s why we were pressed close together, staring at the prince.

It felt a little too close, honestly, but… probably just my imagination.

“I looked into the crown prince a bit,” Fran said without taking her eyes off them.

I kept listening while watching.

“His past behavior, his relationships with women, incidents of violence, all the cases that got covered up.”

“……A bit?”

“Yes. Just a bit.”

I gave her a tight, twitching smile, and Fran started explaining in a low voice.

“It seems the crown prince is completely obsessed with Marilyn-sama. But he’s extremely arrogant and doesn’t hesitate to use violence against anyone who displeases him.”

“……Got it.”

“And on top of that, because he can’t get Marilyn-sama to fall for him, he’s been taking it out on a bunch of other women. Not just commoners—nobles too.”

“……”

“To put it mildly, he’s the enemy of every woman.”

Yeah… so the crown prince was a textbook piece of trash.

Kinda like how I used to be in the original story.

Back then, Orufusen was the worst kind of guy—throwing his power around, keeping women around him like accessories, crushing anyone who pushed back with sheer force and authority.
But somehow the crown prince was an even worse version.

Or maybe this is just how most nobles in this country are.
Not just the prince or original-story me. Pretty much every noble has that same rotten streak.

“So, got any ideas yet?”

“Yes. I’ve already set up the board to a certain extent.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“Of course. I’m Ol-sama’s wife, after all.”

“……Y-yeah.”

Fran answered with a full, beaming smile. Not a single cloud on her face.
Which meant she actually had some complaints bottled up.

“If you think about it calmly, the fact that your own wife is not only not stopping you from trying to steal a woman from the crown prince, but is actively helping… is already pretty weird. But there’s no problem with it at all.”

“……Sorry.”

I apologized right away. No room to argue on that one.

“It’s fine.”

Fran gave a small smile, then took my hand and pulled it up to her chest.

“As long as you confirm your love for me every day, there won’t be any issues.”

“Every day?”

“Yes. Every single day.”

Huh? Wait, that doesn’t sound right.

I mean, yeah, I said I’d do anything, but that was supposed to be a one-time thing, right? Definitely not every day.

But Fran just kept going like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Only then will my anxiety finally go away.”

“……I see. But every day might be a little much, don’t you think?”

“No.”

“I mean, the exhaustion won’t even—”

“No.”

She answered instantly. Her skin was glowing, and her smile was flawless.
There was zero room for argument in her tone.

“……Okay. Got it.”

“Now, about the plan. But first, we need to learn more about Marilyn-sama.”

Fran’s gaze shifted back to the two of them.

“We’ll get information only she knows—something we can use as leverage against the crown prince.”

“His weakness, huh.”

“Yes. Exploiting a weakness is the standard move.”

As expected from Fran. Her side profile showed zero hesitation.
It was kinda scary, but at the same time, there was no one more reliable.

I silently swore to myself I’d never make an enemy of her.

Then suddenly she grabbed my arm.
She didn’t say anything, but her eyes were basically screaming, “No cheating, okay?”

I nodded fast—super obviously.

While we were doing all that, we must’ve stood out more than we realized.
The moment I glanced toward the prince—

“Who’s there!”

A sharp voice cut through the air.

Looked like the crown prince had noticed us. I jerked my eyes away, but if we stayed like this, he’d definitely realize we were spying.

—This is bad.

We absolutely couldn’t let that happen.

“Ol-sama, let’s put on an act here.”

“An act?”

Before I could even finish asking, Fran stepped right in and threw herself against my chest.

“Wha—”

No time to speak—her face came closer in a flash.
The next instant, soft lips pressed against mine.

“…!”

For a second my brain just blanked out.

Fran was devouring my lips like she wanted everyone to see. Aggressive, insistent.

The moment her tongue slipped in, a jolt like electricity shot through me.
My thoughts turned into mush, but all I could focus on was her—only her. Just answering what she wanted.

“Mmm…”

To anyone watching, we probably looked like a shameless couple who didn’t care who saw.
And honestly… they wouldn’t be wrong.

Because right then, we weren’t thinking about anyone else. Just each other.

“……Filthy womanizing piece of trash.”

A disgusted voice spat out from behind us.

Probably the prince. Just like we planned—he must’ve taken us for some sleazy couple with no self-control.
At the very least, he didn’t seem to realize we were watching him.

His footsteps stomped away fast. You could tell just from the sound how pissed he was.

—Safe.

But even after the prince left, Fran didn’t pull away.

—Fran?

“Mmm…”

I tried to say something, but my mouth was still blocked, so nothing came out.
I just let her keep going, completely at her mercy.

“Phew…”

Finally—after what felt like forever—she pulled back.
She wiped her mouth like she was satisfied, then spoke in a bright, cheerful voice.

“The acting was perfect, wasn’t it?”

“Acting?”

Where exactly was the acting in any of that? It looked completely real to me.

But… I guess I got just as into it as she did, so,

“……Yeah.”

I answered while trying to catch my breath.
Fran was breathing hard too, her cheeks flushed red, looking like her self-control was hanging by a thread.

Way too intense.
We were just supposed to be observing the prince.
At this rate, I was turning into a total womanizer for real.