Bab 24: Chapter 23: Olivia.
Olivia was clad in a rather thin, oversized T-shirt, leaving one to wonder why she chose such attire, a question she herself couldn't quite answer.
At that moment, she lay asleep in bed, her legs entwined with those of the boy beside her.
His left hand rested under her stomach, occasionally patting, squeezing, or tracing gentle patterns across her skin.
Meanwhile, his right arm wrapped around her waist, reaching up to her chest and lightly resting on her neck.
While the arrangement might seem rather uncomfortable to an outsider, Olivia herself would beg to differ.
Though, if anyone were to ask her about it, she would glance down, a flush creeping across her cheeks, and vehemently deny any such allegations.
Now, returning to the main question: why did she allow it?
To answer that, let us travel back eight years in the past.
It was a clear day with a bright sky, and Olivia was playing with her friends.
At that moment, a gentle and beautiful lady approached her, asking for directions to a place Olivia could no longer recall.
The woman was a travelling adventurer, accompanied by several friends who explored various lands, earning money by subjugating monsters.
It seemed that the traveler and her party had taken a liking to the village, deciding to stay for a few weeks.
During their stay, the traveler, enchanted by Olivia's cheerful spirit, recognized her potential and took the time to teach her healing magic.
For the duration of their visit, Olivia learned and practiced, discovering her remarkable aptitude in this area.
Fast forward eight years, and Olivia found herself in a dire situation— kidnapped and on the brink of despair.
Just when she thought all hope was lost, A phenomenon she hoped for, yet not believed could ever happen came to be, a knight in shining(?) armor appeared.
However, the aura he exuded was anything but warm or chivalric; it was dark and ominous, cloaked in a mysterious robe.
He fought with a grace that resembled a black heron dancing on a serene lake, effortlessly dismembering and subjugating all who stood in his way.
As he prepared to confront the big boss, the other girls, like Olivia, had been fed gas to render them unconscious.
However, she, thanks to her healing factor, managed to heal herself just before losing consciousness completely.
Deciding it was wiser to keep quiet, she feigned sleep.
While pretending to be unconscious, she heard everything, it was a horrifying, and terrified scream.
She wished she could unhear. She did not, in that moment wish to open her eye, even if she tried she could not.
During her charade, she listened to her savior confront the big boss, witnessing the punishment he delivered with chilling clarity.
The thing was, it seemed the boy considered her "his," and that was why he saved her.
Olivia was torn. She resented being treated like a possession without her consent.
While her gratitude toward him was immeasurable—figuratively and literally—it didn't mean she would comply with his demands readily.
As she pondered these conflicting feelings, the teacher had called her to the office before they were given the time to clean themselves, with the other girls who were also kidnapped.
Her statements were ignored because she was just a commoner, but Olivia didn't mind it too much; she dared not complain about the perpetrator anyway.
Instead, she felt lost and afraid, worrying that the boy would demand all sorts of things from her.
If he did, she feared she wouldn't be able to refuse because of her conscience, especially knowing his capabilities all too well.
Amid the raging storms in her mind, she found herself in the very spot where she first met the boy.
Was it one hour, two hours, or perhaps three? Suddenly, she heard a heartbeat, an incredibly loud heartbeat.
"Weird," she mused. Although she had no extra sensory abilities, she immediately recognized that the sound wasn't her own; it belonged to someone else.
At that moment, she sensed a presence behind her, drawing closer while she remained frozen in place.
Her intuition told her who it was, but she didn't dare look back.
However, she couldn't turn a blind eye forever. So, steeling herself, she stole a glance.
When the presence finally approached, Olivia saw that the owner of the face wore an indifferent expression, but she noticed the tremors in his knees, hands, and throughout his entire body.
That was when she realised it herself, she was in a pitiful state.
Her hair was unkempt, she was incredibly thin, and the top of her nose was smeared with dirt and soot.
Her socks were torn, and her shoes were worn and filthy.
"I hate this," she thought, tears welling in her eyes.
Then the boy spoke, his tone as indifferent as she had heard before: "Scholarship, you're sitting in my spot."
What he couldn't hide, however, was the tremor in his voice and the deliberate gentleness he forced into it.
"I—I'm sorry, mister," Olivia stammered, unable to understand why she called him "mister," even though they were the same age.
Perhaps it was because he was a noble and she was not, or maybe it was simply her way of acknowledging that he occupied a higher position in their dynamic.
Her apology was followed by a whimper, and then she broke down, crying and sobbing like a child whose candy had been stolen.
She attempted to steady herself but failed miserably.
"I—I was tired and sat here, but I couldn't get up anymore. Sorry. Forgive me." Her tone, without her realizing it, became more pleading and childlike, as if she wished to be coddled a little.
"As if," the boy whispered, almost inaudibly. "Your dorm room is the opposite way, isn't it?"
That was the last straw; the dam broke, and all the tears she had been holding back burst forth.
"Thank you... Baaa... a hah a hah hah... Thank you so much, aaaa..." she began to cry in earnest, covering her distorted face with her dirty hands, smearing her tears across her cheeks and all over.
The boy knelt down, soothing her as one would comfort a lonely child, afraid and without help. "There, there, good girl," he murmured.
Before she recognized it, she had become incredibly clingy toward him.
Though she refused to admit it, she felt safe against his chest.
Like a cicada, she held on tightly, smearing her face against him.
She immediately regretted it, but the boy, with incredible patience, did not scold her.
After finishing the dinner he had cooked for her, he grabbed her hand.
Refusing to give her any underwear—not even a pair of shorts—he tugged her toward the bed.
Even though he was entirely aware of the moisture under her thighs, he ignored it and pulled her onto the bed.
Though she wished to clean herself, he commanded her to "Sleep."
Despite telling herself it was her decision, she followed his order obediently.
'Is he sleeping on the couch? Maybe he really might be a gentleman,' she thought innocently, believing he wasn't going to sleep beside her.
But that was her mistake.
He just went to take a shower, and when he returned, he was fully clothed in pajamas. In stark contrast, Olivia was bare.
Like a possessive octopus, when he climbed onto the bed, he grabbed her all over, touching her here and there.
Although he did avoid all the places women typically shy away from in public, exactly because of that, she felt even more violated.
His larger hands squeezed her neck, though there was no force behind it; still, it was enough for Olivia to feel restricted.
Oddly enough, the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant.
And then, strangely...
"Huuuaaaaa..."
She felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her.
Her eyelids grew heavier, and she realized she hadn't had a proper sleep in months.
Shouldn't her position be uncomfortable? Why, then, did she feel so drowsy?
Anyw...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Narrator-san fell asleep.
Also... You, you son's of bitxhes I ordered you to go and read the other novel.
Anyway, how's the chapter?
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