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Added 2025-05-31 19:57:23 +0000 UTC

EP.113 [The Immoral Male Eugene Schneider Grabs Jeanne’s Butt in Front of Vivian.]

‘She was carrying that?’

The thing that fell from Vivian’s sleeve was clearly something Eugene Schneider recognized well.

“You dropped a handkerchief! Let me pick it up for you, Miss Vivian.”

“No, Antonio, I’ll pick it up myself.”

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

It was a handkerchief. Antonio, who was closest to where it fell, tried to pick it up for her, but Vivian insisted on retrieving it herself.

‘Ah… So that’s how she managed to recover her composure so quickly?’

Smirk…!

Watching the scene, Eugene immediately understood why Vivian had been able to recover her mental state so fast something even he had been impressed by. He even found it amusing and raised the corner of his mouth in a curious smile.

‘Wiping her face with my old handkerchief must have really hit her deeply.’

The handkerchief Vivian dropped was the very one Eugene had used to wipe her face, covered in his semen.

“Huuu… Hic… Huuu…”

Drip…! Drip…!

The previous night, Vivian had truly cried her heart out, squeezing out tears and snot as she sobbed.

Squeeze…!

In her hand was Eugene’s old handkerchief, clutched tightly.

‘I’m so happy… I’m really, really happy… Huuu…’

In other words, Vivian’s tears weren’t of sadness or true grief they were closer to tears of joy.

‘Eugene wiped my face with this warm handkerchief… He could have just left, but he wiped me clean… Huuu…’

Squeeze…!

Vivian held Eugene’s handkerchief tightly to her chest.

Eugene Schneider, who had always treated Jeanne so well Vivian wanted to steal him away. Driven by that selfish desire, she pursued Eugene even while serving as the leader of a major quest. The result? She was utterly rejected, stripped naked, humiliated, and subjected to rough treatment.

Yet all of that was erased by Eugene’s single act of wiping her face.

‘I made things difficult for Eugene… I deserved what happened… but instead of resenting me, he showed even greater kindness…’

Correction: it wasn’t just forgotten it was transformed into something beautiful in her mind.

Vivian had felt guilty for pursuing a man who already had someone, regardless of her issues with Jeanne. But her obsession with Eugene was so overwhelming that she pushed forward anyway, even as her conscience pricked at her, especially in front of Eugene.

So when Eugene treated her harshly, she felt both shame and a sense of just punishment.

Eugene had no intention of easing her burden, but for Vivian, his final act of wiping her face felt like he had judged and then healed her.

It was a self-serving and egocentric interpretation.

‘It’s different from back then… I lost my way and broke down, but this time it’s different…’

But Vivian’s psychological state was far from normal.

Eugene’s cold and domineering attitude had left Vivian so shaken that she lost her sense of self as a powerful guild leader.

But this wasn’t the first time she’d experienced such hellish feelings she’d gone through them deeply 12 years ago when her father Alexis died.

Having that clear comparison, Vivian’s current irrational state made sense.

‘He reached out to me… Eugene reached out his hand… Back then, no one held my hand… Huuu…’

Twelve years ago, after falling into the abyss, what devastated Vivian most was that no one reached out to help her. All the marriage proposals vanished. Even the retainers who would have died for the Saint-Pierre family ran away. The people who had treated her like a daughter suddenly distanced themselves. Even Antonio, who was almost like a brother to her father, couldn’t visit for political reasons.

‘So I tried to become strong… but the pain and hatred inside me… huu…’

It was a brutal abandonment, and after years as a recluse, Vivian stood up on her own. Outwardly she seemed confident, but inside she was rotten with obsession for her father and a thirst for revenge against those who turned away from her.

‘He reached out to me… Eugene reached out his hand… Back then, no one did… Huuu…’

But at her lowest, Eugene did what no one else had done he reached out and wiped her face. This was in stark contrast to 12 years ago, and Vivian looked up at him as if he were a saint bestowing a blessing. That’s why she now attached almost pathological significance to Eugene’s actions.

‘Holding this handkerchief, I feel that moment again… the feeling of him wiping my face… It’s like I can hear Eugene’s voice right beside me… Haaa…’

Squeeze…! Vivian clung to Eugene’s old handkerchief, overwhelmed with happiness a happiness that was really relief from the deep loneliness in her heart. It was a terrifying kind of taming.

Eugene had treated Vivian harshly so harshly that “harsh” didn’t even do it justice. Yet, because of his final act of kindness, all his actions were rationalized and justified in Vivian’s mind. Thus, the broken and battered Vivian became utterly attached to the “bad man” Eugene.

“So, I just have to focus on guarding Vivian?”

After the quest representative meeting, that night, Eugene leaned against a large tree near his quarters, arms crossed, responding to someone’s words.

“You can take it as a sign they’re putting their trust in you. Commander Antonio trusts you, and Ivan did a great job during the last goblin quest.”

The speaker was Jeanne, the leader of the Red Fox Mercenary Band and the woman whose virginity Eugene had taken.

Once Vivian had set the main schedule, and after she left, the Iron Cross Knights and Red Fox Mercenary Band held a second meeting to finalize the plan for escorting the caravan through Count Alfonso’s territory.

“If too many people are assigned to Vivian, Tyrannos might use even more vicious methods to kill or seriously injure her. By assigning just one person, they’re hoping to prevent that.”

So the plan was for Eugene alone to be responsible for Vivian’s protection a kind of bait-and-switch tactic. Based on their experience, the Iron Cross Knights believed Tyrannos would try to sabotage the caravan if they couldn’t stop it outright. Their likely target would be the caravan and Vivian herself. But with limited manpower, it made sense to focus protection efficiently.

“There’s a lot of risk. If it works, it’ll be dramatic.”

“Commander Antonio is convinced Tyrannos will attack both groups, but if you’re the only one guarding Vivian, it’ll force them to simplify their attack.”

It was risky, but the plan was chosen because both sides wanted to avoid any losses.

“Did Vivian agree?”

“She pushed for it. She wants to protect the caravan’s goods at all costs, even if it means taking on extra risk.”

Vivian’s will was a big part of this decision. Antonio wanted to prioritize her safety, but for Vivian, the success of the secret trade was tied to her father Alexis’s dream. She needed a dramatic result, so she made herself the bait.

‘Wow… Instead of cutting me off, she’s showing even more trust? That handkerchief must have really hit her deep.’

What others didn’t know was that Vivian’s abnormal trust in Eugene played a huge role in her decision over 50 percent.

“I’m heading back. Our band has a lot of ground to cover, so I need to get up early.”

Slick…!

After explaining the plan, Jeanne turned to go back to her quarters.

‘Oh?’

Eugene, marveling at Vivian’s absolute trust, watched Jeanne turn to leave.

Then

GRAB!

As Jeanne turned, Eugene grabbed her swaying butt.

“Hey, hey!”

Slick!