I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 661

Chapter 42: What a Shame

Jay was charming and suave, while Roy was handsome and dashing.

The two beautiful youths were facing each other, grinning and sitting closely together, mesmerizing many young girls, and even causing some with unique preferences to fantasize wildly.

But unlike what the girls saw, if it weren’t for the need to maintain a public image, Jay would have been on the verge of tears.

It hurt, it hurt too much.

The continuous agony of holding a brand was something that ordinary people couldn’t endure.

Jay had been pushing his Holy Light to heal the wounds on his hand, otherwise the dragon’s flames would have burned right through it.

There was no escape through brute force, and the Holy Light couldn’t fully heal him. Without the time to ponder why the Iron Blood could wield such powerful flames, Jay was already contemplating retreat.

The Flower Prince had always been a man who could endure and bend.

“Roy, I’m sorry.”

“Mr. Jay, what are you talking about? Alice won’t hold it against you. Just relax a bit, don’t make it feel like I’m not being a good host.”

Jay sincerely pleaded with all his might: “I really was wrong! I shouldn’t have been disrespectful to Miss Alice!”

Roy acted as if he hadn’t heard him and kept chatting casually: “By the way, you must come visit us in the Lionheart Kingdom sometime.”

“The crispy roasted pork knuckle in the Lionheart Kingdom will surely give you a delightful taste that you can’t find in the Eastern Continent.”

Faced with the roundabout humiliation, Jay could only force a smile that looked more pitiful than crying, nodding repeatedly.

Jay, half angry and half begging, said, “Mr. Roy, is it really necessary? I didn’t even do anything!”

Admittedly, taking such matters seriously when a girl had been violated was somewhat of an overreaction—but it also depended on who the victim was.

Roy’s smile turned grim: “For you, it’s very necessary.”

“Do you really think I don’t know how ugly the Flower Prince is behind the scenes?”

The prince surrounded by flowers was just a false name; the real Jay was even worse than Oloya—using illusions, manipulation, threats, and even violence to seize and mistreat various girls.

Countless virtuous young ladies had been tormented by him, and calling him a scoundrel who plunders flowers was an understatement.

Roy thought this level of lesson was just an appetizer.

Turning up the heat a bit more, beads of sweat had begun to pour down Jay’s forehead, and a burnt smell faintly wafted through the air, but for roasted pork knuckles, it was just right.

But just as bloodshot veins appeared in Jay’s eyes and his expression grew even more pained, another figure strode over.

“Iron Blood, that’s enough.”

Even at a banquet, the heavily armored female knight was none other than Charlotte, the infamous villain in her storyline, and one of the Holy Light candidates, the Battle Nun, Wysaria.

Among the dazzling candidates, Wysaria was a rare normal person.

Though she didn’t think highly of either of these two, they were ultimately comrades from the church, and it wouldn’t be right to let them suffer without help.

“Jay is indeed deserving of his punishment, and I apologize for his rudeness. But he is still a candidate for my Holy Light Church, so please don’t go too far and make the scene too ugly.”

Under the armor, a deep, cold whisper carried a hint of threat.

Next to her, Jay grinned: “Exactly, do you really think you can get away with this…?”

Before he could finish, Roy intensified the heat, causing Jay’s legs to weaken, and he nearly fell to the ground.

Only then did he slowly glance at Wysaria.

“Wysaria, this is not your fault; you don’t need to apologize on his behalf, nor can you.”

“As for what is excessive or not, you know in your heart whether it’s me who has gone overboard or if Jay is too excessive behind the scenes.”

This guy actually doesn’t regard the Holy Light Church’s threat seriously?

Wysaria frowned inwardly, feeling that the other side was getting a bit out of hand.

“However, you’re right, there’s no need to make the scene too ugly in public.”

Roy changed his tone, and immediately withdrew the flames from his hands.

Wysaria sighed in relief, Jay had just begun to show a smile, but unexpectedly, the next second, Roy grabbed Jay’s wrist and yanked downwards.

The effect of Power Reinforcement had long since ended, and Jay thought Roy was finally going to stop, completely unprepared for the sudden attack.

With a crack, his wrist broke, and Jay screamed in agony.

Roy thoughtfully used Still Water to conceal their auras, so it went unnoticed by those around them.

Only then did Roy release his grip and pat Jay’s shoulder amicably: “Nice to meet you; looking forward to seeing you next time.”

Jay clutched his broken wrist, gasping in pain. The flamboyance he had before disappeared, replaced by both hatred and a hint of fear in his eyes.

He had stolen others’ love more than once and had been resented by those victims. But this was the first time he failed to get what he wanted and instead got a harsh lesson.

Meanwhile, Wysaria was solemn and startled.

What just happened?

If Roy truly went too far, she had planned to step in.

She only saw the two figures blur for a moment, and the next second, Jay’s hand was already broken.

At the same time, Roy knew when to stop, leaving no opportunity for her to act.

The Iron Blood youth is truly not simple…

“Why are you just standing there?!”

Wysaria stared blankly at the back of the boy, ignoring Jay’s question.

After teaching Jay a lesson, Roy returned to the guest room with Alice, whose stockings had been stained.

“Sorry, it was all Alice’s carelessness.”

Alice sat on a chair, looking at the white stockings that had dark red wine stains, feeling downcast.

“It’s fine; luckily it didn’t get too badly stained,” Roy consoled her.

Jay wasn’t doing this for the first time; he was really skilled at it.

In the original story, Alice had been drenched in red wine from head to toe, making a total fool of herself. Just dodging it at the first moment was already much better than in the original.

Alice’s mood didn’t improve; she continued to sigh: “But the stockings that my master likes are still dirty.”

What do you mean by “the stockings that my master likes?” I really appreciate your thoughtfulness, but it’s like you’re implying I’m some kind of pervert who can’t get enough of white stockings…

Roy felt a bit sweaty about that.

“Don’t worry too much; bare legs have their own charm too.”

Alice was taken aback, then her eyes gradually lit up: “Is that so?”

Seeing the little maid’s mood lift, Roy also felt relieved.

Unexpectedly, Alice then kicked off her high heels, bent her lovely legs, and pinched the edge of the stockings, slowly peeling down the stained white fabric.

The thin material fell away, revealing the girl’s delicate, fair skin, like a crescent moon appearing after the clouds parted.

Alice looked at him with an expectant face: “Master, do you like it?”

No, why does she take off her stockings just like that? Girls need to be mindful of their image!

And saying you like it to a girl who just took off her stockings… that’s just plain pervy!

But looking at the girl’s eyes filled with anticipation, Roy helplessly sighed: “…I like it.”

After that, he helped Alice tidy up the stained stockings, and the two returned to the banquet.

Meanwhile, the orange-haired boy Levi had just dealt with a few nobles and saw Oloya and Jay return in a state of disarray.

The boy frowned slightly, disdainfully saying: “Getting humiliated like this by a mere barbarian from the Western Continent, what a disgrace to the Holy Light Church!”