As a Villain I Really Don’t Want To Be Pursued by the Heroine

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“Alice, from today onwards, I am your master.”

His tone was indifferent, not cold, but it snapped Alice back to reality.

Even though Roy’s appearance was kinder than what Alice had heard, she wasn’t naive enough to judge people by their looks.

Rather, aren’t most nobles just wolves in sheep’s clothing?

Alice dared not be negligent, weakly repeating to Roy: “Understood, master, from today onwards, Alice is your possession.”

“Everything about Alice is as you wish.”

“Very good,” Roy nodded in satisfaction.

In the original work, Alice was whipped until her skin split and bled, biting back her pain, stubbornly refusing to speak to ‘the wicked young master Roy’.

His desire to conquer was aroused, and from then on, he paid even more attention to Alice.

Little did he know, the more he oppressed Alice, the more he awakened her rebellious spirit, unwilling to submit.

It was truly a botched start for a gifted opening.

Instead of treating the little maid well, he chose to be a vile scoundrel.

Wouldn’t it be better to raise the little maid into an angel?

However, Alice’s next words caught Roy off guard.

“What should I do next?”

“Next…”

Looking at the delicate, pitiful blonde girl before him, Roy was troubled.

He intended to treat Alice well, but his mind was filled with the original work’s wicked young master’s taste for torment, and he couldn’t think of how to be kind to her.

Alice noticed Roy’s unusual silence.

All “commodities” must undergo training before being sold to nobles – of course, the slave traders dare not actually defile the noble’s goods, but rather teach them to become excellent servants, satisfying their master’s demands.

Alice had learned that some masters were not satisfied with simply giving orders, but instead required their maids to take the initiative.

As a maid, the other person was her master.

Alice recalled what her predecessor had told her: unless you’re a merciless devil, it’s better to follow the other person’s heart and live a good life.

She saw the whip in Roy’s hand and suddenly understood everything.

“Is the master going to use the whip next?”

“Uh?”

“Alice is the master’s property, and I beg the master to do as he pleases.”

Alice said this while turning her back, kneeling down obediently, brushing her golden hair, and lifting her thin blouse, revealing her smooth, snow-white back to Roy.

She looked like a sheep waiting to be punished, docile and submissive.

Roy was taken aback.

This back is so white… What are you doing, little girl?!

You’re not a masochist in the original, right?!

“Not, you’re misunderstanding. I didn’t mean that.”

Alice was taken aback.

It seemed that there was no simple whip punishment.

She glanced at the corner of the dungeon, where iron clamps, pincers, branding irons, and chili water, and other terrifying torture devices were displayed.

Alice lowered her head, closed her eyes, and whispered solemnly: “……except for the whip, anything else is also acceptable, master. Whatever the master wants, Alice will endure.”

Roy’s head was spinning, like being seated on a bed of nails.

How can I make myself look like a perverted old uncle who harasses a good little girl?!

No way, even if the original story starts differently, I’m still going to end up like “Evil Roy” if I keep going like this?!

I absolutely cannot hurt Alice!

“I said, you’re misunderstanding. I won’t hurt……”

Roy’s words were still unfinished when he caught sight of the servant girls beside him casting suspicious glances.

It was as if they were looking at a stranger, wondering if their young master had gone crazy.

Or maybe they sensed his gaze and quickly looked away again.

However, the servant girls’ actions suddenly made Roy vigilant.

This is reality, not a game. The background extras in the original story, even the ones without pictures, are all living, breathing people.

If I act like a big brother to Alice in front of her, being gentle and kind, I’ll definitely be noticed by the other servant girls.

How can an evil person who enjoys oppressing others suddenly reform themselves in an instant?

Roy himself didn’t have exceptional abilities, but his family was a family of exceptional people, with many strong individuals.

If these maids were to inform the family about him, they would send someone to investigate, and who knows if someone would discover that he was a time-traveler.

Roy couldn’t gamble on it.

This was getting tricky.

It wasn’t difficult to release good intentions towards Alice or to play the role of “evil young master Roy” in front of the maids.

Although he didn’t want to take the path of “evil young master Roy,” he couldn’t suddenly change his demeanor and arouse suspicion among the servants.

He had to find a balance between the two, being gentle with Alice while slowly changing his image in front of the maids.

The problem was here.

Roy thought of “evil young master Roy’s” memories and felt miserable.

“Evil young master Roy” had already set his sights on Alice and had repeatedly threatened to properly discipline her in front of the maids!

At this moment, he couldn’t help but be inconsistent, ruining his setup.

So Roy changed his tone and sighed helplessly, “Phew, I’m not in the mood.”

He looked down at Alice from above, “You’re too thin.”

“Put on your clothes.”

“Yes,” Alice put down her clothes, quietly let out a sigh, and turned back around.

Roy followed the memory of how to tease a little girl, a villainous evil young master, and pinched Alice’s chin, saying lightly, “What, didn’t those slave traders give you enough to eat?”

“One meal a day,” Alice looked straight at Roy, unable to look away, and replied weakly.

When a little girl is growing up, she only gets one meal a day, which is why Alice’s figure is difficult to develop later on.

“Anna.”

“In.”

The response came from a red-haired maid, over 40 years old, with a slightly mature appearance, elegant and steady demeanor.

She was Anna, the head maid of the Earl of Abernathy family.

Roy carelessly threw the whip, “Let’s prepare dinner now and feed this little girl.”

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“But didn’t you say you wanted to teach her the rules first?” Anna was puzzled.

He said he wanted to teach her the rules, but in reality, he would make the new maid cry and beg for mercy under the whip, a perfect sadistic pleasure.

Roy rubbed his forehead, mimicking the tone of “evil young master Roy” in his memories, and exaggeratedly sighed, “Are you stupid? I spent a lot of money to buy this maid, and you’re going to ruin her? Make it up to me!”

“I am stupid.”

“And besides, I’ve changed my mind. This little girl is more to my liking than I expected. I’ll teach her privately, and you don’t need to worry about it.” Roy recalled the image of “evil young master Roy” and leered, licking his lips.

Anna’s gaze sank without exception.

Anna was not an ordinary maid, but one sent by Roy’s father, Karl Abernathy, the head of the family, to monitor Roy.

Ordinary flogging is already too much, how cruel must the private discipline be?

“Young master, please be mindful of the extent to which you discipline the maids.”

“I know, I know, you’re not my mother, I have a sense of measure.”

Roy turned his head, looking towards the corner where the blonde girl was, and smiled: “Anyway, take her to eat first.”

“As you command.”

All of the recent dialogue had fallen on Alice’s ears.

To his liking? Private discipline?

Alice’s face turned pale as she listened, and a chill ran through her heart. If Roy was as sinister and vicious as the rumors suggested, she feared she might face a fate more tragic than the other maids.

But what could she do about it?

Following the steps of the maids, stepping out of the dungeon, Alice felt as though she was walking step by step into an endless abyss.

With the departure of the maids, only Roy was left in the dim dungeon. It was only then that he shed his previous vile image, frantically scratching his head.

The excuse just now was a temporary measure. Although it dispelled Anya’s suspicions, it worsened Alice’s impression of him.

Even though the girl kept a straight face with no expression as she left, Roy noticed her complexion was even paler than before, clearly thinking he had nefarious intentions towards her.

That little one has definitely got the wrong idea!

Is there really no way to subtly gain Alice’s favor without arousing the suspicions of Anya and the others?

Calling Alice to eat was ultimately just an excuse to buy time. After the meal, he would still have to face this dilemma.

As Roy pondered deeply, the panel in his field of vision changed.

[Detecting completion of the Contrary Fate node, panel upgrading…]