Reincarnated as a Mob in an Otome Game, but the Characters Were Worse Than I Expected, So I Crushed Them All and Destroyed the Story - Chapter 25: Mob Talks About Men

Chapter 25: Mob Talks About Men

The next morning.

I woke up feeling completely refreshed, both in body and mind.

As I walked alongside Hank, I noticed him sneaking confused glances my way.

“What is it, Hank? You keep staring at me. Do I have something on my face?”

“N-No… it’s not that, but… You look weirdly satisfied today. Did something happen yesterday?”

“Hmm… well, if I had to say… I spent some time taking care of a puppy and a kitty?”

“What…? What the hell does that mean? Are you secretly keeping a stray dog and cat or something?”

“No way. Strays wouldn’t last long in this academy. It’s not exactly a friendly environment for them.”

Of course, there was no way Hank would ever guess that the so-called puppy and kitty I was referring to were actually a certain duke’s daughter and her attendant.

Not that I ever expected things to turn out like that either.

I mean, seriously.

Charlotte—the walking embodiment of cruelty and sadism—had apparently been hiding a submissive streak so strong that I could probably attach multiple modifiers before the word masochist and still not capture the full extent of it.

By the end of it, she was way too into it—so much so that even Lisa, who had been reluctantly playing along, was completely horrified.

And, of course, watching Lisa’s reaction only made Charlotte breathe even heavier, creating a never-ending cycle of chaos.

(I mean… it’s great that I’m changing the story, but this was definitely not the kind of development I had in mind…)

Originally, my plan was for her to say something along the lines of: “Hmph… I suppose I could lend you my strength. But don’t get the wrong idea—this isn’t a partnership. You’ll be subservient to me, understand?”

That was the kind of attitude I expected.

But now?

“Hah… hah… M-Master… Meow~ Mew~♡”

…That was the level we had reached.

Are you kidding me!?

Even if we set aside the fact that she was a duke’s daughter and just treated her as an ordinary person—

This was still absolutely insane.

Sure, back in Japan—right before I died—people were all about diversity and individual freedom.

Society had become a lot more accepting of personal preferences and unique identities.

But even then—even then—I had never met someone this far gone in real life.

I mean, sure, people are free to like whatever they want—

I have no right to judge.

BUT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A VILLAINESS!

If I wasn’t allowed to judge this, then when was I allowed to judge anything!?

[Sheesh… Master, you’re way too energetic first thing in the morning… Just so you know, I can hear some of your thoughts sometimes.]

As I was silently screaming in my head, Lana’s sleepy voice chimed in with a half-hearted complaint. 

That… was new.

In the game, spirits never had any scenes showing them sleeping or eating.

But apparently, in reality, they actually lived lives pretty similar to humans.

Not that they needed to sleep or eat—

But a lot of spirits chose to, just because they figured they might as well enjoy their time in this world.

(My bad. I got a little too worked up.)

[A little? That was way more than a little. But anyway, what’s this ‘villainess’ thing? You’re talking about that Charlotte girl, right?]

(It’s nothing you need to worry about. And don’t go around sharing my thoughts or anything I say in my head with other people, got it? If I get executed and our contract is nullified, that’s on you.)

[Wait—are you always thinking about things you can’t say out loud!?]

Apparently, Lana didn’t have full access to all my thoughts.

It seemed more like when people accidentally muttered something out loud while lost in thought.

As long as I actively made an effort to keep something private, she wouldn’t be able to hear it.

(Anyway, I need you to help me out, Lana. So try not to say anything unnecessary to other people.)

[Uwaaah… But I never agreed to help with your villain schemes in the first place…!]

(Relax. At most, I’m just planning to shake up the kingdom a little. It’s not like I’m trying to destroy the world or anything.)

[That’s not reassuring at all! And even just shaking up the kingdom is a huge deal for humans! You can’t just brush it off like it’s nothing!]

…Lana was surprisingly reasonable sometimes.

Then again, spirits were said to reflect the personalities of the humans they bonded with.

So it only made sense that a rational spirit like her ended up contracting with a logical and level-headed person like me.

[Oiii, Master? You do realize I can hear you, right? Just so we’re clear—I might not know much about the human world, but even I can tell that you are not a normal person.]

(What are you talking about? There’s no way I’m a weirdo.)

[Normal people don’t immediately think of putting cat ears on girls and making them their pets.]

(That’s where you’re wrong. Every guy out there loves cat-eared and dog-eared beauties. That’s why those kinds of books always get decent sales.)

[Ugh… So, does that mean all men are perverts?]

(Absolutely. I can say with full confidence that if liking cat-eared girls makes someone a pervert, then every man is a pervert.)

I didn’t exactly have the hard data to back that claim up.

But I knew—even if some guys claimed they weren’t into it, the moment they saw a real cat-eared beauty in front of them, their opinions would change instantly.

Because they’re adorable.

So cute that even a terrible personality wouldn’t matter anymore.

And if they got all embarrassed? That just made them even better.

[Okay, fine, whatever. But could you at least try not to let your desires spill out all over the place?]

(Hey, don’t make it sound like I’m some monkey running on instincts. Everything I did was necessary.)

[Oh yeah? And making girls wear cat ears and go ‘meow’ was necessary, huh…?]

(Look, just trust me.)

[You do know that I’d be totally fine if you gave up on this entire plan right now, right?]

No way in hell.

Once I decide to do something, I do it.

Besides, if those guys end up running the country, who knows how many innocent people will suffer?

Honestly, the number of people I save will probably be way higher than the number I ruin.

…Not that it makes it right to weigh people’s lives as simple numbers.

I’m not trying to play the hero here. If anything, I’m fine being the villain.

But still—

“Anyway, long story short—dogs and cats are cute.”

“Wow. That was the laziest attempt at wrapping up a conversation I’ve ever heard.”

With that, my exchange with Lana finally came to a close, and I turned my attention back to Hank.

Lana kept butting in, so our conversation had completely derailed.

“I wouldn’t mind meeting this dog, y’know? I actually really like dogs.”

“I wouldn’t recommend it. Unless you’re fully prepared to risk your life.”

“…Wait. We are talking about an actual dog, right?”

“Oh yeah. Definitely a dog.”

“…Yeah. Never mind. I’ll pass.”

Smart choice.

I smirked at Hank’s decision.

And just as we reached that conclusion, we arrived at the classroom.

The moment I stepped inside, for some reason—

Our homeroom teacher gave me a very confused look.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“No… I was just wondering why you are here, Edward.”

“Huh? Come on, that’s a cruel joke. Don’t tell me you forgot about your own student?”

Wait… but he does remember my name.

So it’s not like he actually forgot about me.

Then what the hell is he talking about?

“An official notice came down yesterday. ‘Edward from Class 1-D is to be transferred to Class 1-A.'”

“…Huh?”

Haaahhhhhhhhhhhh!?!?!?!?

The chaos from the Charlotte Kitty Incident was far from over.