Disqualified as a Villainess - Chapter 79

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#79.

The Seventh Interrogation
The Seventh Sin

The next day, I received a report that two Lower-Ranked Members from the Chloe Squadron had gone missing.
Among the seven who had come to receive supplies with Chloe, they were the two who spouted the most nonsense.
Given the circumstances and their lack of presence, the others didn’t pay much attention either.
The atmosphere settled into treating it as an unfortunate accident that commonly occurred during operations—perhaps there were remnants of Chaos entities in the area, so we’d conduct a search.
The worldview’s nature meant human rights were somewhat lacking.
The serene autumn sunlight seemed to symbolize a world indifferent to human affairs.
Having lived through the nuclear winter era, I too belonged to the amoral faction, so I didn’t pay much attention. I was already overwhelmed just looking after my own people.
“Why are you eating that?”
Ever since that day, the Admiral, who had been shadowing me closely and watching my every move, grimaced at the roasted ginkgo nuts in my hand.
Whether he knew or didn’t know that he had used Soul Domination on me when he was Keldi, he neither exercised dominance nor acted coercively.
“Raw ginkgo nuts smell foul, but roasted ones are fine.”
“Doesn’t look that way to me.”
He was watching me eat kudzu roots, ginkgo nuts, and spikenard as though I were a primitive or some sort of culinary deviant.
He seemed somewhat disappointed.
“Can’t I just keep eating?”
Why is he making such a fuss over food?
He wouldn’t use dominance over something like this. As I tried to stuff all the ginkgo nuts into my mouth out of spite, he grabbed my hand and shoved something into my mouth instead.
“Not a ginkgo nut robbery.”
I was wondering whether that was humor or said in earnest when a cool mint flavor spread across my tongue.
I recalled having tasted this before—it was a breath-freshening candy made by the fastidious perfectionist Vittore.
The Admiral, who shared similar neat-freak tendencies, carried many grooming items that Vittore advertised with the slogan “Cleanliness makes a gentleman’s manners.”
‘But why did he make me eat this?’
Before I could discern his intention again, he pulled me toward a secluded spot.
Standing between the back of the building and the forest, we were soon pressed close together.
After showing signs of succumbing to desire, he began handling me freely, as though his self-control had broken down.
Whenever the opportunity arose, he would pull me away to kiss me, embrace me, or touch me—the word “freely” would be more accurate.
He behaved like someone addicted to and clinging to something they had tasted for the first time.
He lifted me up and set me down in the Building Storage Room attached to the structure, then wedged himself between my legs and pressed our bodies together.
He brought his face close and rubbed his lips against mine pleadingly.
“Open them.”
“Open what?”
He glanced down briefly at my legs, which were seamlessly locked around his waist, then lifted his gaze again.
“You’re only keeping your mouth closed right now.”
Every time he uttered something audacious while feigning refinement, I felt a peculiar sense of depravity—the feeling of being the one who had broken him, the sole possessor of the cracks I had made.
Whether before or after meeting me, that man remained unchanged in his handsomeness.
Recently, I found myself acutely aware of his striking appearance in a way I hadn’t been before.
His eyes stretched elegantly upward, his facial contours flawlessly refined, his nose aesthetically perfect, his presence both graceful and dangerous.
Eyes that seemed to hold the mysteries of the cosmos itself.
His broad frame suited both uniform and formal wear equally well.
I was gazing blankly at the flawless skin beneath his lowered lashes when his eyelids lifted slowly, his gaze still wet from my tongue.
“I think you should put that tongue to use for more than just eating.”
Unable to hold back his complaint, I earnestly licked his soft lower lip and thought to myself.

Displeasure Increased [+12,000]

Was that number actually displaying correctly?
Could it be a malfunction?
If it suddenly normalized, would I collapse mid-kiss?
Regardless, kissing a beautiful man felt wonderful.
My faintly productive train of thought soon devolved into simple pleasure.
“By the way, Octavia.”
I felt his hand at my side tense slightly.
“Mm.”
At my ambiguous response, he hesitated before continuing with a serious expression.
“It’s been bothering me. Did you sleep with that bastard?”
“Which bastard?”
“The Other Personality.”
For a man who rarely cursed, using such language meant he found this existence quite irritating.
But I decided not to say that he was essentially the same person anyway.
“For the twentieth time, I haven’t slept with you or the Other Personality.”
“You’re not lying because you don’t want to marry me, are you?”
“If you don’t want to, you simply don’t. It’s not like my life depends on it, so why would I lie about something like that? If you’re still suspicious, verify it with your Soul Domination ability.”
As time had passed and his interpretation of me had largely concluded, he regarded me quietly.
Soon, puzzlement crossed his face as he tilted his head.
“But why is Soul Domination still active on you?”
“Keldi’s personality did that. Something about suicide prevention?”
It was essentially something you did.
I made my true intention clear, worried he might attempt something else using his domination ability.
“Soul Domination only becomes possible after bodies have been intertwined.”
There were specific conditions for it to work, so how exactly did Keldi manage it? Did he somehow circumvent it through fantasy or delusion?
The Admiral lifted my wrist, where a purple bracelet was wrapped, as he spoke.
“What made me certain that I was your first was the faint power of an Apostle dwelling within you.”
“How fascinating.”
I couldn’t admit that his displeasure had been converted into energy that substituted for magical power, so I played dumb throughout.
Though Keldi’s personality seemed to have caught on.
“Besides, from what I remember….”
As if recalling something uncomfortable, he flinched and pulled back slightly, then dragged a hand across his face with a frown.
“No.”
“Something indecent? Maybe you confused a dream or fantasy with reality?”
At my characteristically blunt researcher’s logic, he closed his eyes and exhaled a long sigh.
“Why would I harbor such thoughts about you?”
“Exactly? Is your department completely disconnected from your brain?”
He seized my chin and tilted it upward as I gazed down at whatever he kept jabbing against my thigh.
“I can’t even verify it for fear I might die.”
“I’m being cautious myself—I’m afraid you might use this as a pretext to force a marriage.”
As we engaged in this tense battle of wills back and forth, he frowned again.
“Still garbage, I see.”
It seemed he’d realized I wasn’t a deadbeat, yet I couldn’t fathom why he still treated me like trash.
He was a strange man who embraced garbage and licked it clean.
“You do hate me, don’t you?”
Though I already knew from the evidence, I asked again as if seeking confirmation.
“Yes.”
Fortunately, he gave the answer I expected and continued.
“The reason I can continue like this despite hating you is because your appearance matches my taste.”
The Admiral was frankly admitting the contradiction that he was infatuated with the looks of a woman he despised.
“What do I look like in your eyes, Admiral?”
“Everything about you is small.”
“Pardon?”
Seeing me glance down at my chest in confusion, he shook his head seriously.
“That seems sufficient.”
True to his military nature, his pathetic lack of eloquence was painfully evident.
“What was it again—like it might break. Like a fragile little branch.”
Still, he was making every effort to articulate my physical advantages.
“Your eyelashes are like swan feathers. Your hair is soft, and even that careless look in your eyes.”
Finally capable of poetic metaphor, he reached his conclusion.
“You’re beautiful. Unforgettably so.”
The moment those words reached my ears, my heart plummeted, then raced again.
He drew me into his embrace and inhaled deeply, as if savoring me.
“Beautiful garbage I can’t discard, you might say.”
My racing heart was probably just arrhythmia.
The atmosphere that had been flowing romantically was ultimately concluded with mad ravings and a cardiovascular diagnosis.
“By the way, can’t we cancel this domination relationship due to the state of irresistibility? The Other Personality did it anyway.”
“I’m not a judge.”
The Admiral’s expression made it clear this was out of the question.
“On the contrary, this works out perfectly. Now you’ll understand how it felt to be dragged around by you.”
In the end, I became his subject.
But looking at it differently, this was a form of clinical experiment—an opportunity to personally experience and study the Royal Family’s domination ability.
‘If I research reverse domination synthesis and gather as much resentment as possible, then starting with this man, I could dominate all of humanity….’
I met the Admiral’s gaze with eyes burning with ambition.
“Then please dominate me using every method possible. I’m curious how far you can go.”
“…?”
He was looking at me as though I were some incomprehensible deviant.
“Then, first.”
And yet, he was the stable type of person who dutifully fulfilled a deviant’s requests.
Click.
Golden shackles locked around my wrist.
Following the chain that connected us, I saw matching shackles fastened around his wrist as well.
“Do not leave my side. That is an order.”
I had forgotten that he was a stable psychopath consumed by possessiveness.
‘And the fact that he’s now throwing caution to the wind, unlike before….’
Wasn’t he in a precarious state right now?

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Whoooosh—.
In the early dawn rain, a xylophone-like sound echoed through the misty Forest.
Boom boom boom—!
Nature’s screams reverberated from the Forest across to the Encampment.
Crack—.
A deafening roar like thunder shook the earth and split the sky.
The mutated Chaos Gate was about to unleash its next trial.
“I wish all these useless humans would just die.”
Beyond the rain-lashed Window, Chloe murmured vacantly, her chin resting in her palm.

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