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 43

Chapter 43: Showdown, Revised

Okay, sudden question—what’s seriously the most important thing in this world?

Yeah, exactly. Getting permission from your fiancée.

“Ol-sama?”

“Nah, that’s not it. I did show my intention to get permission.”

“Just showing intention isn’t enough.”

“…Sorry.”

“I never imagined Ol-sama would turn out to be the kind of playboy who brings another woman home without permission. And here I am, your fiancée.”

“…No, wait—that’s not—”

“—your wife.”

In the end, Marilyn ended up staying over at my place.

Staying over at my house obviously means Fran’s permission was required.

But since it was so sudden, I hadn’t asked ahead of time, so I ended up begging with everything I had.

Together with Marilyn at the front entrance. In full dogeza form.

But Fran? She’s the type of fiancée famous for being scarier than a demon. No way she’d just forgive me that easily.

“Please, just this once!”

I slammed my forehead down in the ultimate dogeza.

Marilyn let out this shocked gasp right next to me, but whatever—I tossed my pride out the window and scrubbed my forehead against the floor.

See that, Marilyn? That’s how a proper villain does dogeza.

“Aren’t you getting stepped on way too much? Feels like you’re the one crawling over to get stepped on.”

“Hey, Marilyn, help me beg too.”

“No way. Nobles don’t bow their heads to people with lower ranks than them.”

Even though I was doing perfect dogeza, Marilyn’s arrogant attitude was completely killing the effect.

Thanks to that, Fran was shooting me this murderous glare. This was backfiring hard.

“I’ll give you a hundred steps and say I understand Marilyn-sama has nowhere to go. After all, I’m the one who put her in that situation, so I do recognize I bear a certain responsibility. Therefore, I won’t deny that Marilyn-sama staying in this mansion is acceptable in itself.”

“Then—”

“But this isn’t about logic. The person I love most comes home… and he’s bringing another woman with him. My heart isn’t strong enough to just endure a situation like that.”

“…Sorry.”

Yeah, this one’s totally on me. No excuses.

That’s exactly why I’m doing dogeza, but when you do it this often, it probably loses all weight.

“Ol-sama, you’re prepared for today, right?”

“Huh?”

It looked like dogeza didn’t work on Fran anymore at all.

She crouched down, brought her face super close, and with a huge smile she said,

“I’m gonna overwrite you reaaally thoroughly.”

Ah. I’m done for.

Well anyway, the result was that I managed to get permission for Marilyn to stay. With the condition that she sleeps in a separate room.

“Of course, sleeping together with Ol-sama is my right.”

Fran kept competing with Marilyn like that, and Marilyn, being super prideful, refused to back down even an inch, so they spent a while just glaring at each other in silence, but somehow it didn’t turn into an actual fight.

Marilyn was safely shown to the guest room.

The room already had all the flowers we bought at the flower shop earlier arranged in it. She changed the whole vibe of the room in an instant—gotta admit, that’s duke’s daughter level.

And even though she didn’t say anything, the moment the flowers were put up, her expression softened just a tiny bit.

She probably really does like flowers.

“You eating?”

“I’m good today. I’m just gonna sleep like this.”

“…Got it. If you get hungry later, just call a maid whenever, no problem.”

“Yeah.”

After saying that much, she looked away.

She wasn’t showing it, but she was probably mentally exhausted from all the rumors and gossip flying around at the academy.

Makes sense. Being the center of attention is rough no matter who you are.

I didn’t say anything else and just left the room.

After that, Fran and I ate dinner together, took a bath, and I went back to my room. Same old routine.

No idea when this became normal, but before I knew it, it just was.

By the way, I’ve never actually seen Fran go back to her own house. She’s just straight-up living here like it’s obvious.

Actually, Fran’s the one running this entire mansion, not me. How did it end up like this?

While thinking stuff like that, I got into bed and turned off the light.

Right after that.

“……………Huh?”

There was this bad click sound.

“…What the hell is this?”

I looked at my wrist—there was a handcuff locked around it.

And the other end was chained to the bed frame. In other words, this was straight-up confinement.

“Fran?”

“Just in case.”

Even though she’d restrained me, she acted totally calm.

She did it so casually that for a second I didn’t even know what was right or wrong anymore, but thinking calmly—locking someone up isn’t normal.

“Why am I handcuffed?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“No, of course I’m gonna worry!”

If someone didn’t worry about this, that’d be the real problem. I literally can’t move because of these cuffs.

“You don’t have to worry, I’m not gonna run away.”

“I know. It’s not that I don’t trust Ol-sama. This is just insurance. Just in case.”

“That means you don’t trust me at all!”

When I snapped back hard, Fran just smiled sweetly and went,

“I do trust you? But that’s separate from this. The handcuffs are just so I can feel safe.”

I had zero idea what she was talking about.

But one thing was crystal clear—she had absolutely no intention of taking them off.

“…Haah.”

I didn’t even have the energy to resist anymore, so I just stared up at the ceiling.

Fran buried her face in my chest and murmured, “Time to recharge on Ol-sama成分,” then started… sort of inhaling or something.

Her warm breath tickled my chest and made me feel all itchy.

While getting hit with this feeling like something vital was being sucked out of me, I started worrying whether I’d even survive the night.

I mean, I was probably just gonna get one-sidedly ravaged anyway.

Fran always gets way more aggressive at night.

“Ol-sama… Ol-sama!!”

After that, I don’t remember anything.

There’s no way I would.