Reincarnated as the Villain Who Experiments on Orphanage Kids – Why Are the Test Subject Girls Begging Me for "Night Experiments"?

Chapter 28: The Orphanage Kids Keep Begging to Become Test Subjects

This world has a thing called a critical situation.

I have not seen many people use it, but since there are not many chances to use it in the first place, you hardly ever hear it.

But lately my life has been one critical situation after another.

Priere and the others begging for experiments, the boss getting mad at me, members of that evil organization called Rebellion breaking into the ramen shop, the boss getting mad again, Priere and the others sticking their noses into extra stuff and ending up enemies with Rebellion, the boss getting mad some more.

On top of all that, I even had to fight Jimbara, one of Rebellion’s leaders, and the boss got mad again. It has been a lot.

I feel like most of it was the boss getting mad, but that part is fine.

I know it is love’s whip.

But the other stuff was nothing but crisis. It was so much crisis that one word cannot even describe it.

That is how tough things have been, but–

“Lord Sai, will you not become my test subject?”

The biggest crisis of the century was right now.

It was probably more critical than when I fought Jimbara.

Because right now both my hands and feet were tied up and Priere was looking down at me.

Yes, I was restrained in my own room by her again.

“I want to examine every single inch of Lord Sai’s body.”

Her smiling face looked cute even if I was biased.

All the orphanage kids are cute, so that is normal, but the sparkle in her eyes was truly one of a kind.

Her golden hair shining under the lantern light and those blue eyes sparkling like jewels all showed perfect beauty.

Having her look down at me like this, yeah, calling it a critical situation is fair.

“Lord Saiii…”

Priere slowly stroked my chest and whispered in a sweet voice.

Her white slender fingers touched me and a ticklish feeling hit me. It also felt like we were doing something wrong and it was driving me crazy.

But no matter how much I resisted, I could not break free. Besides, I am the type who cannot resist when kids hug me.

“Sigh…”

How did it even end up like this?

The story goes back one week.

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One month had passed since Jimbara attacked the orphanage.

The yard was completely back to normal and the kids were living their usual lives.

Even so, my money situation was not back to normal at all. The cost of fixing the broken walls and fences had blown through my savings.

But well, that could not be helped. Investing in the kids’ safety is obvious.

After all those twists and turns, we had finally gotten back to our usual peaceful daily life.

That said, not everything was exactly the same. Lately we had added one new routine.

“Alright, that’s the end of the foot sole muscle training. Take a one-minute break and then we move on.”

Yes, morning training.

“Master, this is too strict.”

“Haa… haa… At my level it’s totally easy.”

“Fio-chan, you look pretty tired though.”

“Haa… haa… I’m not tired!”

–Doing human experiments on the three of them.

Since I had promised, I had to actually do some kind of experiment.

Driven by that pressure, I decided to train the three of them.

That became the morning training.

Of course at first I thought about actual human experiment methods. But halfway through I realized something.

–Basically I just need to make them stronger.

In the end, human experiments were only the means. The real goal was getting stronger.

What they truly wanted was not the experiments themselves but strength. So there were plenty of ways to do it.

That is why I started training them.

First I checked the flow of their magic power and their aptitudes, then used that data to make training plans.

“Next is a hundred squats. Keep your knees from going past your toes!”

“………”

So training started at five in the morning in the orphanage yard. It was the perfect time for morning training.

It did not actually have to be morning though.

Priere had strongly insisted that night training would be better.

She even made a weird request for night supplementary lessons.

I turned both down though. I have my ramen shop part-time job at night.

“Do not underestimate squats. It uses your whole body, not just your legs. Stay aware of your entire body and plant your feet firmly so your toes do not lift!”

I raised my voice so the kids farther away could hear too.

Yes, it was not just the three of them in the yard. For some reason other kids were training with them.

Just counting roughly, there were easily over fifty people.

–Is that not a lot?

It feels like more than yesterday.

–It started with just three.

It slowly grew and before I knew it, this happened. More participants every day.

I do not know why.

When the number went over ten, I asked Priere about it once.

“Lord Sai is a god.”

That was the only answer I got, so I really did not understand. It was kind of scary.

What was even scarier was that it was not only orphanage kids. There were faces I had never seen mixed in normally.

–Who the heck are these people?

I asked Priere just to be safe.

“There is no problem. They are people with strong will.”

“No, there is a security problem.”

“It is fine. Lord Sai is a god.”

That was all she said, so I still did not get it.

What does Priere think this orphanage is?

It is not a training gym.

“Mastercchi, a hundred is seriously too hard.”

But Priere was not the only weird one. Among the participating kids, some strange ones were mixed in too.

“………”

The one who gave up during squats was a girl who always wore a hood.

I could not see her face, but pink hair peeked out sometimes. Her body was slim and she was about the same height as Priere. Probably around the same age.

–A-chan.

That seemed to be her nickname.

It was obviously a fake name, and that flashy gal way of talking felt familiar somehow.

–I feel like I have seen her before.

I think I have seen her somewhere, but the hood hid her face so I could not quite remember.

While the other kids kept doing squats, this mysterious girl fanned herself with her hand and stared right at me.

It was like she was observing me.

“Hey, no slacking. I’ll specially add fifty push-ups.”

“Ehh, that’s seriously too Spartan.”

“Stop complaining!”

Even while grumbling, she did the squats with surprisingly light movements.

She looked like she was doing it half-heartedly but still kept up. It was really mysterious.