Chapter 4 Arrival (1/2)

Hello. My name is Damien Claybrook.

Me and my sister, Dahlia Claybrook, the main Villainess of the story ”Love Orgy” whichI amazingly reincarnated into, were preparing to meet Prince Alexander Mikaelson.

That's right, the main capture target of Love Orgy, the bastard who always ends up sending this adorable angel of a sister into a downward spiral of jealousy and heartbreak.

That Prince.

The one my sister somehow, for some reason, always falls in love with.

Fuck!

I wanted to beat him up. If legos existed in this world I would curse him to step on one every time he set his foot on the ground. And have him stub his toe on every corner just for good measure.

Anyway, he's the guy who was supposed to arrive today and we, Dahlia and I, were forced to stand in wait of his arrival. If I hadn't been here I would have missed this opportunity because the visit was such short notice.

Even father hadn't known about this before he recieved the letter the day before. In fact I was the only one who knew about this event, but not the exact date. It's why I chose to stay home despite having other matters to attend to already.

I hadn't been sure when he would come but I couldn't take the risk of missing him so I had to offend that snot-nosed brat Jacob. And bear the consequences of blowing off Sir Kane, but who cared about that? This was all for my sister's sake, after all.

Unlike the rest of my family this meeting held a lot more significance to me personally.

Hehe...you lot wanna mess with my Dolly, do you? Send her towards some Bad End? Does the little Heroine want to challenge a few routes? The Prince route? Or perhaps the Teacher route? Maybe the Vice President route? Or the Harem route, even?

Well I have a different route in mind: The Villainess X Prince Ultra Love And Happiness Route!

This was completely going against everything the game had planned. To have the Villainess and the Prince get together? What kind of concept was that? No Otome game would allow that kinda bullshit to happen, eh? But that's exactly what I intended to happen!

To that end I knew I had to act as the mediator between the Prince and Dahlia. She was known for her foul mouth and caustic temper in the game.

This was a misunderstanding that I was certain stemmed purely from a bad speaking habit of her's that she'd picked up during childhood.

It had to be, because the setting was that she lost any good will the Prince had for her pretty early on in their relationship.

Even though she eventually fell in love with the guy it was never communicated properly, likely due to the condition worsening as they aged.

In short, she was kinda a tsundere? So it was my job to be not just a mediator, but also the translator!

I would weasel my way into the Prince's good graces and slowly make him understand the true god-given luck he has to be the marriage partner of this cute sister of mine!

And so, fifteen minutes later, my first meeting with the Prince began.

Me: *Smiles* ”You know the price of cheating, don't you?”

The Prince: *Sweats*

***

Some time earlier.

We stood in front of our house'sfoyer, a staircase on either side of us, with my mother's hands resting firmly on my sister's shoulder. Vera and her mother stood near them, Vera being right by my side but a little behind

Father and Baz stood at my other side, Baz also behind us.

Speaking of father, no one spoke about what happened to him that day or what they'd talked about but Mother had been treating him coldly ever since.

”Remember,” Father began for the third time. ”The Prince will make you his Queen someday. You have to be on your best behaviour and make a good impression. None of those snide remarks.”

He was referring to her habit of saying mean things sometimes when she opened her mouth.

Things like, ”Please don't touch me with your filthy hands you pile of whale shit.” Or, ”Your existence is both unneeded and unwanted, please quietly die in a corner you maggot.”

These were not, however, words full of malice. She didn't even understand what she was saying at all.

It was all because of Aloe Vera here.

I cut her a glance. Which she noticed. And then avoided, whistling innocently.

I saw a bead of sweat roll down her cheek. While her impassive face gave nothing away, her body remembered.

Remembered the Devil's Left I'd dealt her rear the first time I'd heard Dolly cuss.

”Ahem.” She coughed lightly, ill at easy under my gaze.

It was the reason why she held herself back in my presence.

The girl had SUCH a rotten personality. If her mother didn't spank her, allow this big bro to do it instead. I'm completely not against smacking unruly children into obedience!

I really wasn't sure what could have made the girl so malicious either, not that it mattered.

Maybe she's born with it. Maybe it's early menopause.**

Anyway since she was Dolly's best friend and personal attendant the girl had long since picked up on this habit and it just popped out of her sometimes.

She would even smile angelicly as she denied your worth so it was even more destructive than when it came with Vera's cold eyes of disdain.

Dolly herself didn't really realize what she was doing or why it was wrong, such was her degree of shelteredness.

Even if you said what father just did and directly pointed it out she would just get this blank look on her face and agree.

As for Vera, no one chastised her. Mary was a good friend of mother since ”way back”. They were a bit special so Vera's foul mouth went unchecked.

”Don't worry Father. I'll be good.”

”I hope so.” Father popped a grape into his mouth with a perfectly calculated arc. ”And you, Damien, you bahave too. Don't go causing any trouble, alright?

”Fine, fine. I understand.” I held up my hands.

Honestly, it wasn't fair. I mean to be perfectly honest I felt like I was a pretty decent bloke. Other people just pushed me to do bad things.

I was petty, too, so maybe that had something to do with it. Tolerance? What's that, can you eat it?

”I'll hold you to that.” And he just went back to staring dead ahead at the door.

I pulled at my shirt's collar.

As this was a special occassion I even took care of my appearance more than usual. It wasn't anything ostentatious, I just opted for a simple navy-blue colored dress shirt, a soft black vestand an open dark grey coat sporting polished silver buttons. A black tie was neatly tucked underneath the vest while matching pants and knee-high black boots completed the ensemble.

It might have seemed a bit underwhelming compared to other nobles but to me it was perfect. Trying to look flashy would just have the opposite effect, you know? I liked the style in any case. It gave off a very cool image. I never really got used to dressing up since I never wore these kinda clothes in my past life but Damien had the good looks of both his mother and father so it fit well with his face.

...Odd. When did I start thinking of it as ”his” face? I'd been the one living with it all these years. I suppose it was different now, though. Before it was like becoming someone completely new. Now it felt like I had just taken over the lease of someone else's car.

I wasn't quite sure whether to think of myself as me or think of myself as that hateful guy from the game.

I then remembered what kinda guy this dude was and my mood fouled up immensely. Fuck, no way am I actually that spiteful, no good wastrel! This is just spectating someone else's game! With some control. Yeah. He was an avatar, that was it! I don't even control his backstory...

I denied myself with great vehemence.

Hm, but it was good Damien had nice specs a least, he really pulled off the whole Young Master look. Not to toot my own horn or anything but ”I” definitely got better-looking the more you saw me.

It's just that unlike the original Damien, my face face was a bit indifferent. But we already know that. Good thing about that though was that my poker face is unmatched.

Still...damn bastard, who was the boy crazed idiot who designed you, huh? What's the smug smile for? Feel superior just cuz you're a little good-looking, is it?

Fuck, are you making fun of us bachelor dogs? If your face wasn't my own I'd mess it up till even our mother couldn't recognize you!

Some may think my hate for the kid, and therefore myself, is too excessive. To them I'd say wait till the little shit grows up and takes all your hard-won heroines away, see how much pity you have from him then!