Chapter 3 Love Orgy (1/2)
”Engagement?” My sister faced our father with ease despite the bombshell that'd just dropped. She, Dahlia Claybrook, tilted her head in confusion and just lightly nodded as if it was nothing to do with her. Her long, golden curls and sapphire eyes shone magnificently in the morning light.
”Okay.” She smiled. Quite absently, I may add.
Mother and Mary reacted differently.
They each grabbed one side of father's shoulders.
”Let's talk, shall we dear?”
”Come, little Eliie.”
And the rest of us were left behind. The doors closed with a bang while father had the face of a man about to go to war.
Vera turned to Dolly. ”This is utterly ridiculous.” She said through grit teeth. ”You don't even know this whatever Prince and your father wants to engage you to him? That flea dares...”
Her tone was chilling.
”Father wouldn't like you saying that, Vee.” Dolly said.
”Who cares!” The other barked. ”Come on, aren't you angry? You're being engaged to some guy you've never met! Even if your fiance's a Prince, it's too much!”
”I don't see a problem though?” Dolly's delicate brows knit together.
Vera glared. ”How can you not see a problem?!”
”I like meeting new people.” Was all she got in reply.
Vera threw her hands up in exasperation. ”This girl...” She sighed. A sudden thought dawned on her.”Dolly, do you even know what a fiance is?” She asked carefully.
”Of course I do.” Dolly nodded.
”Well?”
”...”
”Hmmm?”
”...”
”I'm waiting.”
”...Friend?”
”Are you saying that just because they both start with the letter F?”
”No?”
Vera fumed, clearly done with the overly-sheltered ”Princess” she was talking to.
”Young Master!” She shouted. ”Surely YOU'RE not okay with th--... Young Master? Hello?”
But I, who had been silent up to now, barely heard her.
”Sorry.” I said distractedly. ”I've got stuff to do.” I rose from the seat in a hurry.
”What? Hey, don't go! Young Master? Young Master, come back here right now! I swear you two siblings are just...just...! Urgh!”
But I wasn't paying her the slightest bit of attention anymore.
***
From this day forward the pristine walls of a well-furnished room were fated to recieve several solid kicks.A loud thud could be heard, followed by the crack of fracturing brick.
Standing behind me was a young boy in formal wear, shaking nervously. ”Young master, the walls, you can't do that!” His high-pitched voice was equally shaky. With anger. ” I just got done repairing the damages you made to the others!”
His cowlick defied gravity and stood proudly atop his head where it was seemingly swaying, another indication of his inner turmoil.
Baz. It seems he'd already finished up the tasks I asked him to do. Quicker than I thought.
But I just ignored him and continued to vent my frustrations on the innocent building. I kicked the wall several more times. Seriously? A game? I reincarnated into a fukken game?
I almost wanted to flip over a table. But no. I forced myself to calm down and stood there in contemplation, seriously recalling my knowledge of the game that had long since remained buried within the depths of my mind.
Love Orgy, huh....An aptly-named game in a certain aspect. Considering all the smutty romance scenes that went on and all.
I searched my memory, trying to remember the general storyline. You start with a commoner heroine, then through a series of cliches she meets the Prince, they fall in love...the typical Otome game.
But I mean I bet you're wondering why I, this dude, would be playing an otome game in the first place. Before that, let me tell you to kindly fuck off. Who said only girls can play otome games, huh?
I'm a hopeless romantic, 'aight?
Secondly--The smut scenes were spicy AF.
Hehe. Have I not said it before? I am a man of culture! So much glorious culture!
Not that the smut was it's only appeal. The dialogue options were vast and the main storyline could take a full week to get through even if you played it all day every day. It was polished, that game, and so it was very well liked.