I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 909

Chapter 6: So, Who’s the Cat?

“Though Miss [Cake] is quite formidable in that regard, my bloodline rank is higher, so it doesn’t matter if it happens every day!” [Cheese] proudly tossed his head back, radiating confidence like a true king of griffins.

For some reason, Roy suddenly felt a bit irked.

Daily what? Isn’t that a bit premature to say?

Back when he had his own affair with Alice, he thought the same, yet here he was, still fighting battles every night.

In the spirit of brotherhood, Roy kindly advised, “Don’t get too full of yourself.”

“Right now, you’re bullying her because of your high bloodline rank, but once [Cake]’s rank catches up, it’ll be you who gets bullied.”

Surprisingly, instead of taking the hint, his good buddy just chuckled like a goofy parrot.

“Big bro, don’t you think it’s impossible for a female to surpass a male in that department? Are you… incapable?”

“???”

Roy stiffened.

His fists clenched.

Alright, you brat! I gotta see if you can still act tough when [Cake]’s on top of you every day!

Roy switched to human language and said to Charlotte, “By the way, I could help [Cake] brew up a potion for griffin ascension.”

“Beastkin should know their limits; if [Cheese] gets hurt, that won’t be good.” Roy said it with heartfelt sincerity.

“Wait, doesn’t that require fresh dragon blood?”

“Did you forget? By bloodline, I’m essentially akin to the Dragon King, on par with the Seven Heavenly Dragons. My blood can totally substitute for dragon blood.”

Charlotte frowned slightly, appearing unconvinced: “That won’t be harmful to you, will it?”

“Harmful? It’s just a little blood,” Roy replied, whipping out a dragon tooth dagger to draw some.

My brother can’t have it too bad, nor can he have it too good! As you get all cocky in your love life, it’s time for you to experience the feeling of being drained by a mother lion, oh no, I mean, a lion griffin!

Until the end, [Cheese] remained blissfully unaware of the good-natured rivalry and glued to [Cake].

After that, they returned to their dorm.

After a long time, Roy enjoyed a dinner prepared by Alice, rested a bit, then, as usual, he welcomed the night.

Unlike the wild days back at Sunset Red Castle, with Nia’s room right next door, Alice didn’t dare go overboard, keeping it as friendly as usual before retreating to her room.

Nia, on the other hand, loved to shout but didn’t go too far, just a casual goodnight kiss.

As for Charlotte…

At first, Roy was a bit worried that Charlotte would pounce on him like a starving tiger, but maybe out of fear of making noise next door, she didn’t act out of line.

After snuggling for a bit, Charlotte stretched and lay down beside him, squinting her eyes.

Tonight felt surprisingly peaceful.

Roy was happily enjoying his free time without any taxes to pay, but seeing Charlotte—normally fiery at night—so calm was a bit unsettling.

Too relaxed, and you end up restless, craving excitement.

Known as playing with fire.

“Not coming today?” Roy supported his head on his hand, casually bringing it up.

After a brief pause, the red-haired girl shot him a look: “Come for what?”

“Only beastkin lose control and get frisky; it’s not the quantity but the quality that matters, so you should restrain yourself! So stop thinking of that junk!”

Roy’s gaze was a bit odd.

Putting the dragon blood chaos aside, it was usually her who couldn’t control herself!

“As royalty, we must maintain decorum, ambiance, and not squander beyond breeding purposes; one must learn self-control, otherwise we’re no different from beasts… what’s that expression?”

Stifling laughter, Roy looked away: “Nothing, I just didn’t think you had a wise side, Charlotte.”

Even though he didn’t get what ‘wise side’ meant, Charlotte immediately perceived the sarcasm and suddenly shook off her sleepiness, sitting up straight.

Her loose red hair framed a face that grinned, eyes as red as blood: “You think I’m scared of you?”

Roy quickly countered, “N-no! I was just thinking, you’re right, we aren’t frisky beasts, so we should control ourselves!”

Everyone should take notes!

The key to soothing a girl is to agree with her—if she says 1+1>2, you better say she’s right and praise her amazing wisdom!

Based on Roy’s past experience, doing so would immediately cool Charlotte down. After all, she usually rumbled a lot but was soft-hearted.

Just like that, Charlotte’s frown vanished immediately.

But then, she hit him with a new tactic.

“So you’re saying everything I say is right?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“Well, as royalty, we should speak with style, but if certain partners absolutely can’t control themselves and want something, it wouldn’t hurt to indulge a little.”

She looked all serious, even a bit troubled, but Charlotte’s hands were already on his shoulders, sliding down her light sleepwear, revealing her rosy shoulders blushing like a strawberry.

Her face, proud yet a bit flushed, looked so adorable it made you want to take a bite… just kidding.

No! What nonsense am I saying?

What indulgence? If you’re not satisfied, don’t make excuses!

Roy quickly raised his hand, blocking the approaching little wildcat, coldly stating, “Stop!”

“Just to clarify, I’m not a frisky beast, so I don’t have that kind of intention tonight!”

Charlotte instantly dropped her smile, lunging forward to pin Roy on the bed.

“Hey, is this how it’s gonna be? Less talking, I’m telling you how it is! Don’t think I’ve forgotten what happened before!”

Her face was flushed, almost like her eyes were about to ignite: “Daring to pull my tail, biting my ear, and forcing me to meow…”

“I won’t shy away from this humiliation! Frisky beasts deserve a stern lesson; if I say you’re frisky, then you are!”

As the words fell, Charlotte’s claw came down, tearing Roy’s clothes apart with force.

Delicate curves swayed in the darkness, passionately moving like a scorching wind, laying bare her softest and most fervent side.

Alright, fine, is that how we’re playing?

If so, I won’t pretend anymore! Let’s do this!

Ignoring the little fangs grazing his shoulder, Roy’s hands slid down, landing a firm grab on that petite curvy bottom!

In the moment of surprise on the girl’s face, Roy successfully flipped the situation and regained control.

Then, let’s show her what it means to be ruthless!

With a flick of his fingers, he toyed with the petite strawberry-like form, smirking devilishly: “You wouldn’t want Nia hearing those pathetic sounds, would you? Wouldn’t want her laughing at you!”

“Y-you, wait…!”

“Relax, you don’t need to meow tonight; just hold onto the pillow and bear it.”

Starshine faded into the deep night, cicadas quieted down after their noisy symphony.

Unavoidably, after countless shivers and tears, the little wildcat finally bowed her noble head, arching her delicate waist, tongue out, begging for mercy.

“So, who’s the frisky little kitty?”

“……meow, meow~”