Chapter 4 Arrival (2/2)

To know why Ihate this Damien character, first you gotta know a bit of background.

You have to understand, Love Orgy not only the title of the game. It was the title of the series. It was a whole world unto itself and the game with Dolly and the Prince was just the first. It had spawned numerous other titles all part of the same world.

But most of the titles were standalone and gave little information about the goings-on of the world at large.

That is, except one. One which tied directly into the first game and continued into it's own storyline which could impact the future of the series as a whole.

This was the sixth, and newest by the time I'd died back then, installment. Featuring a male Hero, a gal game of much infamy.

In that game you played as a young man who was ordained by the Goddess of Light as the Chosen. You were sent to the frontlines near the Demon Continent to combat the dark forces of the Demon King as a weapon to be used in the war effort.

it was not known why this war happened since the Demons and Humans had friendly relations for a little over a century by the time the events of the game took place.

Whatever the case was there, that was the gist of it. It was a very generic game that had little going for it except the excellent sex scenes and harem characters.

But while it was a direct sequel, it did not have many reoccuring characters that you'd have seen from the first game. Or they'd be minor characters if anything.

There was one in particular, though, who was decidedly well-known.

Who was it? Yup. You guess right. It was Damien Claybrook. Brother to the Villainess of the first game.

It was his appearance that you'd dread most in the sixth game, much more than any of the Bosses.

Why? Well...

Suffice it to say that if you did something to make this Damien bastard angry...which was very easy to do...he totally cucks you.

You've not know true anger and injustice until some NPC comes along and forces you to watch him bang your heroines on your own bed. Servicing and being serviced.

It was a virtual reality game too so it just made the entire thing that much worse. Took the Love Orgy name to a whole new extreme.

And THAT'S why I dislike the guy. I always hated that fucker since, come on, what'd I ever do to you? No need to be such a dick.

And even his dialogue with you was so hostile. People assumed he was just bitter after what happened to his sister but I dunno. He didn't seem quite so petty in the previous game.

...No, lets not relive those dark days...

Ahem. Anywho, as a boy of 14 meeting his sister's fiance for the first time it was a good thing to look both presentable and fashionable. In the world of nobles it was all about image and I didn't want to give an impression of an awkward child who only wore what was picked out for him to others.

Not that I could compare to Dolly. She looked especially welcoming, I had to admit. Her dress was a frilly, dark-purple colored thing with a tight bodice and thickly layered skirt that looked like a downturned teacup.

Her face had small amounts of expertly-done makeup that enhanced her natural beauty, with black eyeliner which allowed her magnificent blues to be even more noticible and alluring.

They took her hair and made it into a loose updo that accentuated her high, delicate features. Her face was framed by strands of vibrant blonde curls.

She also showed off a pair of black pearl earings with a matching black pearl necklace which hung off--and brought attention to--a slender, swan-like neck. Both mother had to lend her for the occasion.

She was well and truly prettied up, a picture of elegance and refined beauty. But I didn't think she needed it. My cute little sis would look breathtaking in whatever she wore.

Of course she didn't like any of it. She tightly gripped the back of my arm, probably feeling ill at ease. This sister of mine, she wasn't that good at meeting new people. Probably.

”Day, I'm hungry.” Of course.

”Here.” I took out a cookie from my pocket and fed it to her dotingly, patting her on the head as she accepted it.

Oh just look at her nibbling it up like a little bunny rabbit...

More head pats, head pats for days!

”You're going to get her fat.” Vera spoke.

”Then she'll be the cutest little piggy in the land.” I pinched Dolly's cheek. It was impossible not to.

Vera gave it more thought. ”Actually if she became a piggy maybe the Prince wouldn't like her and call off the--”

I immediately snatched the cookie away.

”Dolly, no one likes piggies. Tomorrow we'll start a diet, alright?”

”...”

”...”

Vera was not pleased.Neither was Dolly. She watched me eat the cookie in one big bite with a look of deep betrayal.

I'm sorry, Dolly! This is for your own good!

Although you never got an ounce of fat no matter how much you ate before, but still!

Five minutes later.

”Young Master, be honest, if you distract mother do you think we'll be able to make it to the window?” Vera asked in a hushed whisper.

Did she plan to take Dolly and run away?

I considered. ”No, wouldn't work. They've got people everywhere, how far do you think you'd be able to get before you're caught? Plus they already locked the windows. Give up.”

She tsked irritably. ”Annoying.” The girl muttered. ”I don't see why we have to go through all this. Aren't they just trying to sell her off? They really don't love that daughter of theirs.”

They can probably hear you, you know that right?

As Dolly's big brother myself, how could I not know how she, Vera, was feeling? This girl, too, was like Dolly's sister. And though slightly younger she was obviously the more mature of the two. She was very elder-sister like and her worrying about the situation was more than understandable.

But I only gave a secret smile, knowing full well that once Dolly met the prince and got to know him she'd be as love-sick as she was during the game.So there was no need for Vera to act like this on her behalf.

I told her as much, too. She wasn't comforted at all.

”She'll like him, I'm sure. Don't worry. He is a Prince, after all. ”

She gave me a suspicious stare as if wondering how I could possibly be supporting this.

A snort. ”A bird in a gilded cage is still at best a pet, at worst a slave.”

They were words insightful beyond her years. How cynical.

Mother and Father noticed our interaction but neither showed any indication of wanting to reprimand her

I could only turn and clap her shoulder in silent support.

Though it felt like she's not the one who should be needing this...

I saw Dolly out of the corner of my eye.

Don't worry, dearest sister, you'll absolutely love the Prince!

I quietly reassured her in my mind, momentarily ignoring the existence of the Heroine who wanted to destroy her happiness.

Thinking such things, just as the doors were opening, a voice announced the prince's arrival.

”Introducing His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Alexander, and Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte.”

My cheek twitched.

Hold up....

....Princess...?