I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 169

Chapter 22: Not Friends, But Master

First of all, Roy is definitely not a clueless idiot worrying for nothing.

In the original story, Alice had quite a rough time at the welcome party.

Under the guidance of “the scoundrel Roy,” Alice was bullied on her first day of school.

Though he knew that wasn’t real, Roy couldn’t shake off the worry.

He quickly spotted that golden figure in the crowd.

Fortunately, Alice’s situation was much better than in the original.

A few girls had gathered around Alice, laughing and talking, treating her like an adorable little pet. Alice wasn’t ostracized for being quiet; instead, she stood calmly among them, almost like a good-luck charm.

Seeing that Alice wasn’t being bullied made Roy inexplicably emotional.

Well, that means he probably didn’t need to make an appearance.

Let her enjoy some time with girls her age.

Roy was just about to wait in the corner until the party was over when he noticed several shady guys walking toward him from a distance.

There were some laid-back delinquents, seemingly sophisticated nobles, and dapper merchants, all with eyes that gleamed with blatant lewdness and desire as they glanced at Alice.

On the very first day of school, Charlotte and Alice had become immensely popular among the freshmen, topping the boys’ list of crushes.

Charlotte’s noble status attracted the nobles, while Alice’s cool and serene vibe drew in the commoners.

However, just a moment ago, the scene of Charlotte being close to Roy had been exposed under the lights. Everyone knew that the “Ruby of the Lionheart Kingdom” had already been claimed.

Naturally, everyone’s eyes shifted to Alice.

Roy, having been busy all day, was oblivious to this. But as he watched those boys throw lewd glances at Alice, he suddenly felt a fire ignite in his chest and instinctively clenched his fists.

But he wasn’t losing his cool.

He couldn’t remain by Alice’s side forever; she had to learn to protect herself eventually.

If it were the Alice from the original story, she would probably endure the boys’ harassment helplessly, waiting for the original female protagonist to come to her rescue.

But Roy wanted to see how the current Alice would handle things.

Of course, if anyone dared to lay a hand on Alice, Roy wouldn’t mind teaching them a lesson.

The boys’ approaches scared away Alice’s friends, and they half-flattered, half-forced her into a circle.

“Classmate, let’s get to know each other, shall we?”

“Sure.”

Seeing the girl nod, the boys were nearly overjoyed.

This girl wasn’t as unattainable as Charlotte!

“I’m Elliot! Heir to the Kellan Merchant Association, I wonder if I’m lucky enough to…”“I’m Bal Rook! Son of the Rook family, nice to meet you…”“I’m…!”

The boys hurriedly introduced themselves, bumping into each other and causing a chaotic scene.

Alice slightly nodded, her tone indifferent yet polite: “I’m Alice.”

Her voice flowed out like a heavenly silver bell, delighting the boys to no end.

But just as they were about to wait for Alice to continue, silence fell in the air.

Alice blinked: “I need to go now.”

“Wait, wait a second!” The boys panicked.

“We’ve met already. Is there anything else?” Alice asked, slightly confused.

Her rather unique response left everyone momentarily dumbfounded.

Wait, isn’t ‘getting to know each other’ supposed to be a silent opening line around the world?! Who just turns around and leaves after the first introduction!

Meanwhile, in the corner, Roy was nearly bursting into laughter.

Alice appeared dignified and graceful on the surface, but when it came to navigating social situations, she was clueless. More of a social dunce than a social butterfly.

Regular folks couldn’t catch up to her train of thought.

“The party isn’t over yet; leaving so soon would be too boring!”

“Exactly! How about we buy you a drink?”

“Sorry, but Alice already has plans.”

“No worries, Alice’s friend must be quite lovely; why not call them over to meet us?”

Perhaps Alice’s overly soft attitude emboldened her suitors, who soon snapped back from their initial shock and grew bolder.

Just when one guy shamelessly tried to put his arm around Alice’s shoulders, Roy’s gaze turned icy, and he couldn’t help but rush out.

But at that moment, Alice suddenly dodged that filthy hand.

Then, in a perfectly monotone voice, she dropped a bombshell.

“Not friends, but master.”

That single sentence left all the boys speechless, and even stopped Roy in his tracks.

In Veszyra, there was no formal slavery; maids and servants were all hired help.

And the term “master” was something even exclusive maids didn’t commonly use. For example, Anya always referred to him as Lord Carl.

Thus, the relationship implied by that title could be as stimulating as it gets; in Veszyra’s little yellow book, it would be top-tier restricted content.

The boys exchanged glances, dumbfounded.

If Charlotte was a proud lion, a dazzling gem, a fiery flower of light, a goddess to be revered from afar.

Alice was a cute little puppy, a pure iris, that innocent little sister who every boy had dreamed of—blushing at even a simple handhold.

So they couldn’t comprehend how such a pure, elegant, angelic girl would utter such earth-shattering words.

“What do you mean?”

“Haha, Miss Alice is truly humorous.”

“Alice, do you even know what you just said…?”

Amidst the stammering responses came a shrill, hysterical shout of disbelief: “No! You’re messing with us!”

“What master? If there really is someone like that, who let him out?!”

Ignoring their furious screams, Alice’s gaze shifted past them, her originally calm blue eyes suddenly shining bright.

The petite blonde girl navigated through the crowd without hesitation and hurriedly made her way to Roy.

Everyone jumped, turning to look, and saw a black-haired boy naturally placing his hand on Alice’s shoulder.

“Master, sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Not that long.” Roy smiled at the girl first before inquiring, “Did you make any new friends at the party?”

“Yeah! Met a lot of girls. But…” Alice’s gaze flicked toward the suitors with a hint of distress, “There are still a lot of strange people.”

Alice wasn’t too savvy about human relationships and didn’t grasp the intentions of those suitors, but her “angel” bloodline naturally sensed good and evil in people and kept her alert.

“Are they friends?”

“Not really,” Roy said earnestly, “Next time, remember, you don’t have to entertain anyone who makes you uncomfortable. If someone bothers you, be clear in your rejection, and if necessary, you can fight back.”

“Alice understands now.” The girl immediately nodded.

She then turned around, expressionless, and addressed the dumbfounded suitors, “Alice has already devoted her heart and soul to her master, so I’m not interested in any of you. Please don’t appear again.”

“Good job, let’s head home.”

Under Roy’s lead, Alice followed closely behind him like a clingy puppy, off they went.