Villain's Odyssey: Enslaving heroines, Conquering Villainesses
Chapter 61: The Pink Problem

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: The Pink Problem

"You can come in now," Asher heard through the door. He twisted the doorknob and walked in to find the girl standing with her arms folded across her generous bosom. Her face appeared to be flushed red—whether from anger or embarrassment, he didn’t know and frankly didn’t care.

’What’s with her and pink?’ he thought with a raised eyebrow. Her nightwear was pink in its entirety: a huge pink shirt and matching trousers made of silky material that hugged her frame perfectly.

"Stop staring, damn it!" she screamed, and he nodded, then looked around the room instead.

What he saw was nothing short of... impressive. The room he’d just stepped into appeared to be both living room and bedroom combined, given the massive beds stationed there, yet there was still more than enough space to breathe. He was now certain that the academy buildings were constructed with spatial runes—the space each room provided was simply ridiculous.

Chandeliers hung from the impossibly high ceiling, casting warm light throughout the luxurious space. Huge windows offered panoramic views of the academy grounds, but at the moment they were closed. The institution had clearly spared no expense ensuring the elites received the finest treatment.

To the left was an open pathway leading to what appeared to be a dining area with a table and two chairs. Beyond that, he could glimpse what was probably the kitchen. The academy made provisions for students who preferred cooking their own meals—as long as you had the points to spend, you could do as you pleased.

He glanced to the right and spotted a door that presumably led to the bathroom. This was just a basic overview of the place—giving a detailed description would take all day. The room was luxurious, plain and simple. That was the best word to capture it. Everything screamed expensive, from the ornate furniture to the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It seemed the academy spared no expense when it came to treating their elite students like royalty.

"Sigh," he let out a visible breath after taking in his surroundings, already feeling a headache coming on.

"Firstly," he began, and she immediately narrowed her eyes at his tone.

"I am not a girl, so pardon me for not understanding your... unique taste," he emphasized the word ’unique’ in a way that made her jaw clench. He was definitely insulting her, wasn’t he?

"So I politely request that you get your... ’taste’ out of my part of the room." He visually drew a line with his finger, indicating his designated half. "Cut this carpet if you have to, just make sure it doesn’t cross over to my side. I want the walls blue by tomorrow, and get those cute posters out as well. Fix up my bed while you’re at it—I’m pretty sure bed frames aren’t supposed to be pink, and neither are wardrobes. I understand you might have an obsession with pink, but I would appreciate some moderation. Find a way to get that dining room back to how it used to be, and fix the bathroom too. You probably didn’t spare it either, did you? And for the love of all that’s holy, ceilings are not supposed to be pink either."

He paused, taking a breath before delivering his final demand. "Just get your ’taste’ out of my side of the room by tomorrow." With that lengthy request finished, he walked calmly toward what should have been his bed.

By this point, veins were practically popping out all over her forehead. She was genuinely furious. ’HOW DARE HE SO OPENLY DISREGARD AND INSULT ME?!’

It should be noted that she had selective hearing—a talent she’d perfected over the years. So it shouldn’t be surprising that she heard exactly what she chose to hear. Perhaps she considered her ’taste’ a direct representation of herself? Who could say? When it came to women, the more you tried to understand their logic, the more confused you became.

"Who do you think you are to order me around?" she asked, her anger rising with each word.

"Me? No one you should be afraid of," he replied with infuriating calmness. "But if you don’t want to accept my request, then I would have no choice but to involve the authorities."

At that moment, reality hit her like a slap to the face. This bastard might just become her worst nightmare during her time at this academy. He had her completely cornered, and they both knew it.

"W-wait, you don’t have to go that far," she stammered, her anger evaporating in an instant. After all, she was clearly in the wrong here. The act of completely taking over her roommate’s space was already damning enough without adding official complaints to the mix.

’I’ll get you back for this someday,’ she thought, her mind already shifting to her backup plan.

Manipulation.

She was well aware of how effective her charm could be, and she knew perfectly well how advantageous it was not only in negotiations but also in physical confrontations. It was the reason she always paid such careful attention to her appearance, making sure every detail was perfect. Yes, she might be a hypocrite given how much she detested and insulted every young man who fell for her charms, even when she was clearly aware of her own looks and their effect. But so what? Who wasn’t a hypocrite in some way?

"Alright, I’m sorry," she said, her entire demeanor shifting in an instant. "I guess we got off on the wrong foot, but it doesn’t have to stay that way. I’m really sorry, okay?" She adopted a cute, apologetic persona so quickly it was almost jarring. "Just cut me some slack here."

It was as though the cold, intimidating girl he’d encountered moments ago had been nothing more than his imagination. Right now, what stood before him was someone entirely different—energetic, sweet, and seemingly harmless. The transformation was so complete it would have been impressive if it wasn’t so obviously calculated.

’As expected of a variable,’ he thought to himself. From the moment he’d first seen her, he’d understood one thing clearly: this girl was trouble. Jenny Gracefell. Someone whose role in the grand scheme of things was frustratingly unclear. Was she talented? Absolutely. In fact, she was more powerful than most students he could think of, probably stronger than several people combined. But she never seemed to play any meaningful role in the larger conflicts that shaped their world.

She wasn’t a heroine, but she wasn’t exactly a villainess either. She was just... there. A character who did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, without regard for anyone else’s plans or expectations. She was also known to harbor a general distrust of men, though she hid it well behind her charming facade. Even the most charismatic and influential students had never managed to truly win her over to their side.

She was a variable, and he absolutely hated dealing with variables. They were unpredictable, uncontrollable, and had a nasty habit of ruining carefully laid plans at the worst possible moments.

From that moment, he categorized her as such in his mind. He wouldn’t involve her in any of his future plans, wouldn’t bother trying to win her over or bring her into his circle. She was too unpredictable, too dangerous in her independence.

So he had already withdrawn the kind and approachable persona he might have used with someone else—the same gentle demeanor that worked so well with others who were more predictable in their responses. Now he adopted a different approach, one specifically designed to counter her annoying personality and keep her at arm’s length.

"Sure, I can cut you some slack," he said with a small, knowing smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "As long as you fulfill my request first."

Her own smile quivered slightly at his response, and she realized her usual tactics weren’t going to work on him as easily as she’d hoped.

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