Perfect Guy’s Jealousy is Lame

The scene I saw from behind Freesia can be summed up in one word: 【Raw D*ck Full Burst】

“Brad!!! What did you do to Freesia?! I will never forgive you for making her cry!”

Looking at that scene, it certainly did seem like I ordered Freesia to take off her clothes and made her cry.

But, what about that is happening right now?

Siegfried has become a pervert in front of Fressia, by not only taking off trousers, but also his underwear and m*sturb*ting. 

“Ugh! What’s with that rock-like motionless body?”

The pervert reached out his hand. Siegfried must have poked me in the shoulder with a thump, in an attempt to push me into the room. Strangely enough, my body, which was infront of Fressia and him, didn’t move at all.

I’ll tell the laundry maid to throw away my nightwear!

Hurry up, hide that raw d*ck.

Maybe he was still mad because I had made Freesia cry, but Siegfried left his underwear down and his Paon-chan kept saying ‘hello’.

Although the game is of innocent handsome men, it was somewhat distressing to see a raw d*ck proudly displayed in front of a little lady.

“You bastard… I’ll show you my true colors!”

Siegfried tried to push me in with both hands.

“Don’t touch me with your dirty hands!”

Unable to bear being touched by the hands that had been rubbing his Paon-chan, I quickly avoided him and Siegfried dove face-first into my room.

This time, he exposed his butt to us…

“Dammit, dammit, dammit! How dare you do this to me, scum Brad!”

It’s fine to feel frustrated, but please stop defecating in my room.

Freesia didn’t even look at Siegfried, whose butt was completely exposed, and buried her face in my chest.

“Brad…Thank you.”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t done anything for you.”

“No, you told him ‘don’t touch my Freesia with your dirty hands’.”

What the, just how convenient is this girl’s interpretation! I never said anything about “my Freesia” at all.

“What kind of misunderstanding are you having? I never said a word about that…”

Before I could even argue, Freesia put her index finger over my lips to silence me.

“I’m attracted to your humility…”

Freesia had her eyes closed and her arms around my back, as if she was hugging her favorite stuffed animal.

“I will never forget how you protected me from that pervert (stalker).”

Over there, Siegfried, would probably want her to quickly forget it all.

I wonder why he stripped and masturbated, this unfortunate handsome guy!

“F-Freesia… Please don’t hate me…”

Don’t shake your hips while crying!

In my mind, I instinctively shoved away the suspicious Siegfried.

“I want to spank….that a**…..”

Eh?

I was surprised by the words that came Freesia.

(TL: uhh, what was that?? whose a**??)

Status Open

Freesia, in the great bath, has great lust…

After my workouts, I had completely stopped going to the large bath. The reason was simple: Freesia kept trying to play perverted pranks on me.

Instead, I had a large barrel prepared for me, and I spent my days soaking in that.

When I went to the water heating staff, they would prepare the barrel with hot water. Generally, the subordinates of the Kingdom of Liebenlachia are competent.

Brad was just an idiot…

They seemed too busy to notice I had arrived. The hot water was also used for cleaning and such, so I borrowed a barrel filled with water.

However, carrying the barrel on my head made them notice me.

“Your Highness! We’ll take care of that!”

“Hmph! There’s no need to trouble you. Or do you think a barrel of this size is too heavy for me?”

“N-no… not at all…”

The barrel easily held fifty liters. If I wanted them to carry it from the ground to the fifth floor, the entire water heating staff would have to help.

“Eek!”

The maids who had come to get hot water were startled when they saw me.

“Please, forgive us… spare us any punishment…”

They were trembling so much; did they think I would grab their hair and dunk their faces into the barrel?

If it’s water, that’s fine, isn’t it?

That’s what I thought. Well, if the maids are this scared, it means Brad must have been doing all sorts of evil deeds.

“Hmph, out of my way. If you have time to loaf around, get back to work and serve the royal family.”

“What? His Highness isn’t going to bully us?”

“What? Do you have a hobby of wanting to be teased? Then come to my room tonight.”

“…”

“Hahaha! Just kidding.”

Ugh, I said something unnecessary again!

The maids all stiffened at what I, or rather Brad, had blurted out. Of course, nobody wanted to be bullied or punished. I was exasperated that Brad’s body didn’t seem to understand the concept of verbal slip-ups.

The large door was too big to enter with the barrel still on my head.

“Here goes!”

I bent my knees and waddled in like a duck, still keeping the barrel on my head. I couldn’t let Freesia see me like this…

The strain on my knees and waist was intense.

Unbearable!

This strain would make me stronger today than I was yesterday, paving the way to becoming the strongest tomorrow.

Thinking such thoughts, I carefully lowered the barrel to avoid cracking the floor tiles.

I placed my clothes in a basket and submerged myself in the barrel.

Ahh, I’m coming back to life~~!

The sweat and fatigue from my workout melted away with the hot water, leaving me with an incredible feeling of relief.

“It’s like I’ve cast a full resurrection spell, Elixurrection!”

My words were translated into Brad-speak. Elixurrection was the name of the spell that saved the swoon-worthy man who had fallen into Brad’s trap and lost his life. At that moment, Freesia had fully awakened to her powers as a saint.

Afterward, Brad was inevitably sent to the guillotine…

That’s why I’m training.

I touched my neck muscles. For a teenager, I thought I had built up some muscle, but my neck still seemed too thin… At this rate, even if I were put on the guillotine, my neck wouldn’t stand a chance against the sharp blade.

Even taking my age into account, I just couldn’t bulk up…

Could it be because this is an otome game filled with pretty boys, where excessive muscle growth is suppressed?!

If that’s the case, then all my training might be for nothing…

Well, I enjoy working out, so I’ll keep doing it, but I can’t work out if I’m dead. I decided to test my current state.

Freesia, as a protagonist, and the swoon-worthy guys accompanying her on quests could access their status screens, but as a villain, Brad might not even have a status screen.

But… 

who cares about that!

I’m going full muscle-brain!!!

【STAAAAAAATUS OPEN!!!】

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Name: Brad Lieben

Race: Human

Class: Prince

LV: 20

HP: 6666

MP: 15

Strength: 9999

Intelligence: 5

Defense: 8888

Magic Defense: 7777

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What?

Strength… maxed out?

Does that mean my arms, legs, shoulders, chest, and back won’t get any bigger…?

What the hell.

In my rage and sadness, I gripped the Adamantite ball, crafted to improve my grip strength.

Squish.

The Adamantite ball deformed to fit my grip, leaking a gel-like substance through the gaps between my fingers.

Even with these skinny arms, it’s impossible for Adamantite to be squashed so easily! Those blacksmiths Sonthac introduced must have cut corners, passing off weak metal as Adamantite.

Excessive flattery truly ruins its master.

Which means this status could be flattery too. Like a car’s speedometer showing higher speeds than actual, a happy meter.

In that case, I’ll just train even harder!!!