Chapter 35 : A Double Reversal

“Heh heh, is that so? Then I’ll ‘take’ it.”
Sheryl swung her entire body to his waist, her hand lingering on the buttons of his shirt.

‘Calm down, first of all, calm down, I must be calm!’

The scene of being forcefully restrained by a beautiful girl, though rare, still lacked a certain charm when thoroughly savored.

‘Tell me, what man wants to be pressed down, rather than on top?’

Furthermore, a “heavy girl” refers to a beautiful girl who is heavy in every aspect except her weight.

Such girls are basically meant to be admired from afar, not touched.

Of course, those with special preferences should automatically ignore the above statement.

The famous writer Murashita Akihana once said to draw a line in a diary, putting wrong things on the left and right things on the right.

Although Schiller couldn’t free his hands right now, he could replicate this action in his mind.

Discarding all sensations, just thinking relentlessly.

“Phew…”

Since his reincarnation, what things he had done were right, and what things were wrong.

This didn’t refer to societal justice, but merely what was beneficial or harmful to him.

The order of this world was different from his previous one. Perhaps there were overlaps, but ultimately, it was defined by humans.

He remembered a certain novel he had read in his previous life, where the protagonist killed a loan shark for “justice,” but then found himself deeply mired in a moral quagmire from which he couldn’t escape.

Schiller only felt the protagonist was pitifully foolish. He had gained enough wealth to squander for the rest of his life, and his crime was settled without anyone realizing it, yet he decided to turn himself in?

Unlike him, Schiller felt no moral restraints; he was simply futilely trying to stay alive. All his struggles were rapidly heading towards failure.

Perhaps, just as history must repeat itself, his actions, no matter how much they altered this world, would not change the outcome.

The process was completely wrong, but the result was completely right.

This was just like the countless plans he had constructed in the past; although they were closely intertwined, they ultimately could not escape the cage of “inevitability.”

However, perhaps it was his desire “to change” that was too strong, leading to the failure of his plans.

He meticulously organized countless thoughts in his mind, only to realize with a start that he had made almost no “correct choices.”

No, rather, he had not achieved the correct results.

The weight on the right and the emptiness on the left were completely unbalanced.

The person who truly caused Sheryl to become like this—was himself, and no one else.

He had kidnapped her on his own accord, then rescued her without explanation.

He had forcibly entered Sheryl’s heart, then unilaterally created distance.

Of course, he had no defense for this.

Her defiant expression when they first met flashed through his mind. Despite having the strength to take him down in a second, she still fought him to a draw.

But, her past self was dead.

Just like the Schiller of the past, he too was already dead.

Now, he just needed to carefully consider the present.

Her feelings for him were described as family, but they were mixed with many ambiguous things. At the very least, this dependence was certainly not love, but something far more twisted, enough to influence the will to live.

Mistakes could not be changed, just like the past.

But the spread of error could be stopped. From now on, it was his turn!

He opened his eyes. Before him was Sheryl, still flushed.

It seemed his brainstorming hadn’t lasted very long; there was no sign that the effects of the drug on him had worn off yet.

He clenched his hands into fists, struggling forcefully, but the sturdy iron wristbands remained unyielding.

Sheryl noticed no change in Schiller’s aura. She gently stroked his hand, her brows and eyes filled with pity.

She spoke in a pleading tone: “Don’t struggle anymore, okay?”

‘Struggle?’

No, this was resistance!

To think she could control him with just his wrists and ankles, Sheryl was still underestimating him too much.

If he had to do it, at least he would take the initiative once!

This posture, this state, was simply too… humiliating for a man.

He couldn’t escape from Sheryl, but she wouldn’t always be there.

And the fact that he could use magic should not have been exposed yet. His struggle just now was actually him testing its strength.

According to his estimation, magic should be able to easily destroy the restraints.

For that day to come quickly, he must satisfy her demands as much as possible.

For example, to stimulate her nerves as much as possible, to provoke her emotions, to ignite her sadism.

Even if they called him a scoundrel, it didn’t matter. For survival, one should stop at nothing!

Thinking of this, his eyes filled with an unwilling expression:

“Guh! Kill me!”

“You can only have my body, but you cannot have my heart!”

“I will not yield! Even if my other member yields, I will not!”

“Heh heh, is that so?”

She then untied the straps across her chest, and Schiller’s gaze involuntarily followed her hands.

“Damn it, move, my head… no, not that part down there…”

His accursed male instinct controlled his brain, making him unable to avert his gaze.

The sound of swallowing was clearly audible in the silent basement.

A secret room, two people alone, a “heavy girl”…

‘What kind of elements are stacking here? Did I walk into the wrong scene?’

“Heh heh, but, your body’s reaction is very honest~”

She gently leaned down, and that soft sensation enveloped Schiller’s body.

“!…”

A paradise of tenderness, it was truly a paradise of tenderness.

“Ugh!”

Instantly, his blood rushed to that area. He felt a wave of dizziness and a strange… sensation.

‘Not good, if this continues, my preferences might change!’

“Won’t yield?”

“…I won’t!”

But he couldn’t give up here!

“Your mouth is still very stubborn…”

In reality, every part of Schiller’s body was stiff right now.

Sheryl smiled and leaned her body against him, then extended her tongue and gently licked Schiller’s neck.

Like a small cat, she lightly licked, as if to provoke something in Schiller.

“What if, I lick that place?” She whispered slowly in his ear, a premeditated smile on her face.

“!”

At that instant, he truly imagined that feeling. He was already losing control of his body.

“…Give it to me.”

Schiller growled, struggling forcefully despite the pain from his restrained wrists.

“Give it to me!”

Sheryl was merely provoking his nerves at this moment.

“Heh heh, you know our rules, right?”