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

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Roy looked forward to Alice’s rapid growth while cherishing the time he spent as a mentor teaching her.

But the day when their roles of master and servant reversed caught him completely off guard.

“Anya, I want to learn to dance.”

“Master, I will teach you.”

“???”

Faced with Roy’s puzzled expression, Anya immediately explained: “That’s right, young master, Alice’s dancing skills are now on par with any lady in the noble circles, and in terms of physique, she’s more similar to you than I am. She is better suited to be your dance teacher.”

Her proficiency was as if she had prepared in advance.

For a moment, Roy could only marvel at Alice’s capabilities.

Little did he know, the young maid rose early every day to practice extraordinary powers with him, not to mention the myriad of household chores and academic tutoring that kept her busy until late at night.

And yet, when had she learned to dance?

Goodness, she didn’t need my teaching; the mature heroine had learned to develop herself!

Thus, Roy’s afternoon social etiquette class turned into a dance lesson, personally taught one-on-one by the young maid.

Every lord’s mansion had a dance room.

The afternoon dance room was bathed in the embrace of warm sunlight, the light soft and warm, the interior decor simple and elegant. Although the yellow wooden floor was slightly old, it was still spotlessly clean, so much so that reflections could be seen.

Perhaps a bit too clear.

Roy accidentally caught a glimpse under Alice’s maid skirt and discreetly looked away.

Why wear plain white? Despite being a maiden in the bloom of youth, it seemed too bland.

But underwear is a matter of personal preference, and Roy thought it best not to comment.

“By the way, Alice, why did you suddenly want to learn to dance? Are you very interested in it?” Roy asked, unable to hide his curiosity.

Alice shook her head, then looked up with her pale blue eyes, softly saying, “Master wants to dance with the prince, so Alice learned in advance, so she can help Master practice.”

That’s right, to avoid embarrassment when dancing with Charlotte in the future, it was necessary for Roy to practice beforehand.

He hadn’t expected that a casual remark would be taken to heart by the young maid.

Roy was suddenly filled with determination: “It’s rare for Alice to work so hard; it seems I must also do my best!”

“Please give me your hand, Master.”

Roy reached out and took Alice’s hand, the touch as soft as clouds, bringing him a sense of bliss.

Despite practicing swordsmanship every day, her palms were still so soft; was this due to her [Angel] constitution?

“…Master, there’s no need to knead so much when holding hands for dancing,” Alice said with a timid look, her eyes darting away.

“Sorry,” Roy said awkwardly, hastily withdrawing his hand.

The atmosphere became stiff as Alice said that, and the young man looked uncertain.

The little maid spoke softly again, “Master, please put your other hand on my waist.”

“Is that so?”

Roy stretched out his other hand behind Alice, feeling his way, and roughly guessed the position of the large bow on the maid’s skirt, then gently wrapped his arm around it.

“!” Alice was startled, her slender body trembling like a willow branch in spring wind.

“Not there, a little higher up,” the fine voice said, with a hint of softness.

“Oh, okay?”

Roy adjusted his hand up and down, and finally managed to get into the starting position of a ballroom dance.

Holding the fair-skinned hand, embracing the slender waist, and gazing at the girl’s delicate face, which looked like a work of art, Roy couldn’t help but feel a little lost.

“Now, follow me and dance.”

“Okay!”

It wasn’t until the girl called out that Roy was able to tear his attention away from her exquisite face.

“One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four…”

The basic dance steps were still good at the beginning, but as the rhythm quickened, their movements became more and more intimate, with golden hair brushing against Roy’s cheek several times, and the soft, delicate body also nestling into his arms several times, leaving a warm, fragrant scent.

In front of the angel-like girl, Roy found it impossible to maintain his attention, and he stumbled several times, causing the girl to emit a small, sad cry.

After several attempts, Alice’s blue eyes were no longer calm, and a thin layer of mist had formed.

Roy didn’t expect that he, who could easily manipulate Alice in a sword fight, would be completely out of his league in dancing.

“Sorry, I did it again! Is it painful?” Roy apologetically asked.

Alice nodded innocently, her eyes brimming with tears, “As long as I can help the master, even if it hurts, it’s okay.”

Roy felt a pang in his chest as if he had been struck by an invisible sword, and a sense of guilt overwhelmed him.

What a shame! You’re making a fool of yourself in front of a little girl who’s trying to help you!

Roy bit his tongue and stared intently at Alice’s eyes, forcing himself to concentrate, and finally managed to make some progress in the dance, which had initially been clumsy and awkward.

At least he wouldn’t step on the girl’s small feet again.

However, as time went on, Alice began to struggle to keep up.

As a girl, and younger than Roy, even as a superhuman, Alice’s physical strength was no match for Roy’s. As they danced, Alice’s forehead began to sweat, her face turned red, and her chest rose and fell with each breath.

“Let’s take a break for a bit,” Roy stopped dancing after a few steps.

“Uh? Master, Master, Alice can still keep going!” Alice panted weakly, summoning up her last bit of energy.

But the fatigue in her delicate eyes was impossible to hide.

Roy sighed helplessly and gently tapped Alice’s forehead, “Listen up.”

“Unh.” Alice finally covered her head with her hands and nodded reluctantly.

Then, the master and servant sat in the corner of the dance studio, blowing away the warm wind from the window and resting.

Roy was doing fine, barely sweating at all.

But Alice was struggling a bit.

The little maid would twist her waist, stretch her arm, and occasionally let out a soft “mm~” moan, clearly exhausted.

Most importantly, she would occasionally massage her small leg.

Roy had noticed since earlier that Alice’s leg was stiff after dancing.

It was only natural.

Dancing was tiring for the legs, and it was even more so after being stepped on by Roy.

Looking at the small shoes with the imprint of her own steps, Roy felt a pang of guilt.

Luckily, Alice was understanding, and if it were a proper dance teacher, they would definitely be annoyed on the inside, even if they didn’t say it out loud.

“Alice, let me massage it for you.”

Just as Alice was shaking her head and moving her shoulders, she noticed Roy’s gaze and immediately pulled her feet back.

“What’s wrong?!?”

“This can’t be! As a maid, how could I trouble the master to…?”

Alice shook her head like a spinning top, waving her hands to decline.

Roy didn’t bother with her politeness and immediately got up to kneel beside her.

Seeing the girl look hesitant and fidgety, Roy had to switch to a slightly firmer tone: “Listen.”

As soon as he said this, Alice’s half-extended foot obediently retracted back.

Roy had finally found the secret to dealing with Alice – as long as he said the two words “listen”, the little maid would always behave.

Of course, Roy only did this when Alice was excessively exhausted.