I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Massage Diary

Early morning jog, then it’s off to the library to study noble etiquette and extraordinary knowledge. No lunch break, just sword practice until evening.

With the help of the “Activation Potion” and various elixirs, Roy is practically bouncing off the walls all day long, turning into the ultimate study king of Veszyra!

But even the study king gets tired sometimes.

After a long day of hard work and a simple dinner, it’s one of the few moments of relaxation for Roy.

“Ah~♂… right there… feels good, feels good, you’re getting really skilled!”

“Um… thank you, master, for the compliment!”

In a bright bathroom, Roy, clad only in short pants, is sprawled out on a soft bed, enjoying a massage from Alice.

The young maid, dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt, has her lovely blonde hair tied neatly in a ponytail. Right now, she’s sitting on Roy’s back, sweating at her temples and breathing lightly, focusing fully on applying herbal oil made to relieve fatigue, giving her all to serve her master.

Though it’s called service, it’s a pure kind of service; Alice is just giving a massage!

And honestly, that’s more than enough to make Roy feel utterly blissed out.

At first, Alice’s technique was a bit rough, but after some training under Anya and a few days of experience, the young maid knows every inch of Roy’s body and serves him with just the right amount of pressure!

Enjoying Alice’s soothing touch, Roy can’t help but sigh softly, “Having Alice around is truly a blessing.”

“As long as master is happy,” Alice replies lightly, with a hint of joy in her tone.

“But coming to massage every night must be tiring for you, right? I remember you have Anya’s extra lessons too.”

Alice hasn’t had formal education; she barely knows how to read. In the original story, she snuck into the library by herself, gradually learning to read, it’s tough work, almost like chiseling through the wall for light.

But at Roy’s suggestion, Anya makes time each night to tutor Alice, and the head maid is happy to help.

Roy feels the pressure on his back ease slightly.

“It’s fine; as a maid to my master, this is nothing.”

“Honestly, you are the one who might be pushing yourself too hard. You’re either studying or training, up before dawn, with barely any time for afternoon tea. Aren’t you being a bit too hard on yourself?”

“Uh,” he feels more pressure on his back.

Since Alice usually doesn’t say much, why is she suddenly so chatty about herself?

Roy forces a smile, “Can’t help it; people have to strive, right?”

He says that, but to be honest, this world doesn’t have much of any electronic entertainment, and he doesn’t have many friends. Plus, compared to studying for college exams in his previous life, this really isn’t that tough.

With the boost from the potions, especially the ones from the old man Ba, Roy thinks this pace is actually quite chill.

“I don’t want to be a useless brat forever; besides, that princess trusts me so much, I can’t let her down.”

Roy can’t help but recall that blush of Charlotte’s.

She’s the first person in this world to recognize him as an equal.

Not the kind of pampering seniors like Carl and Anya give cuddly young’uns.

Charlotte, though a princess, has treated him as an equal, showing her support.

Being friends with a queen feels like being one step below a god, no need to carry the burdens of a ruler, but still holding significant power — isn’t that the dream?

Ah, what a shame, in the original story, Charlotte doesn’t end up on the throne—otherwise, Roy might have actually been tempted to serve her.

Lost in thought, Roy doesn’t notice the corners of his mouth twitching between smiles and sighs.

Alice observes it all.

Master is thinking of Princess Charlotte again.

“Uh, Alice, could you lighten up a bit?” Roy suddenly feels a twinge of pain in his back.

“!”

“Y-Yeah, sorry!”

“……How come when you apologize, you end up pressing harder?” Roy grimaces.

“……Sorry.”

Alice shakes her little head, her pale golden ponytail swaying.

She clears her mind and refocuses on the massage.

Princess Charlotte is beautiful and noble; it’s a good thing for master to be with her…

No, focus, focus!

Alice concentrates fiercely on Roy’s back, completely calming her thoughts.

At first, Roy’s back felt soft, but now the sculpted outline of his muscles is clear, like a work of art, radiating a sense of strength.

These days, she’s been a first-hand witness to, and feels, the changes in Roy.

She enjoys it—not just the rare moments alone with her master, but the massage itself.

She first places her fingertips on his skin, feeling his slightly warm temperature. Then, as she glides her hands, he lets out a muffled sigh of pleasure. Next, she presses her palms down firmly, making his breathing become heavier.

Up and down, his breaths rise and fall with her movements.

“Ha… not good, this is… too much…!”

Seeing the look of bliss on his face finally puts Alice at ease.

Who cares if she’s competing with a princess?

Only she can satisfy her master’s body.

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After the massage ends, Alice changes back into her maid skirt and returns to her room.

Anya has already lit the magic stone lamp that brightens the entire room, waiting for her.

“Let’s check your diary first; I want to see your progress this week.” Anya smiles warmly.

Alice has learned a fair bit; now it’s all about practice. Nothing beats a diary for honing writing skills.

“Sure thing.” Alice is always serious about her tasks.

Whether it’s household chores or taking care of Roy’s personal matters, Alice puts in her utmost effort. Even without Roy looking after her, this obedient and capable girl has won the affection of all the maids, including Anya.

So Anya believes schoolwork is a piece of cake for her.

However, when Anya opens the diary, her smile freezes.

× Month 1

Today, I had cheesecake. It was delicious.

× Month 2

It rained today. It rained a lot.

× Month 3

Master started exercising.

So slow.

× Month 4

Master uncovered a lot of potions.

I want to help master.

Starting to learn massage today.

× Month 5

First massage.

I made master very comfortable. I’ll work harder.

I want to make master even more comfortable.

“Ugh…” Anya feels a headache approaching.

“You know, you could write a bit more detail,” Anya suggests more gently.

Alice nods seriously, “I asked other seniors; they said the same.”

“Look, I’ve written a lot in the back.”

Anya flips to the back, and now she’s completely speechless.

× Month 11

Today, woke up. Prepared towels and floral tea for master. Step one, boil water. Step two, find a clean towel from a senior. Step three, put tea leaves in the water. Step four, wait. Step five…

Anya silently closes the diary.

She thinks, well, that’s about as insightful as a diary written by a bunch of automatons.

Setting aside the weird content, this diary totally lacks emotion, right?

“Diaries aren’t written like this. Alice, you should write more—uh, about your inner thoughts.”

Hearing this, Alice tilts her head in confusion.