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EP. 108 [Eugene Schneider Humiliates Vivian After Stripping Her from a Position of Absolute Power.] 

Thunk! 

Recognizing Vivian’s voice, Eugene stabbed his greatsword into the ground. 

Slick...! 

He then slowly turned around. 

While his face had been relaxed as he practiced and pondered, the moment Vivian appeared, Eugene’s expression became pure stoicism. 

"I-I like you, Eugene. I like you, Captain Eugene. That’s what I wanted to say. I felt I’d regret it if I didn’t say it..." 

Vivian, unable to meet his eyes, finally confessed her feelings, her courage evident but her gaze wavering and her voice trembling with uncertainty. 

‘I can’t let go. How could I let go of this feeling I finally found again? I have to hold on. If I don’t, I’ll... I’ll...’ 

Her confession was not born of happiness alone. 

After Eugene had left her so resolutely, Vivian had been in a daze, overwhelmed by the absence of that light in her life. Driven by desperation, she chased after him and, almost in surrender, confessed. Loneliness is something one never truly gets used to. 

You can only endure it, and endurance always has its limits. 

Vivian’s desperation and wretchedness were clear in the way she kept avoiding Eugene’s eyes. 

Eugene silently watched her. His expression shifted from indifference to a look of firm resolve. 

And then, the man who had made up his mind said, 

"Take it off." 

To the noble lady of imperial blood, Vivian, Eugene issued a blunt, uncompromising command. 

"What?" 

Vivian had finally confessed her feelings, truly and sincerely. She wondered if Eugene would now rebuff her, perhaps even mock her for her timing. 

But instead, Eugene’s response was a blunt order to undress. 

Vivian, who had been avoiding his gaze, now looked at him with wide eyes. 

"Are you deaf? I said take it off." 

Eugene’s attitude became even more direct. The look in Vivian’s eyes as she looked up at him already revealed the power dynamic between them: Eugene was in control, and Vivian was not. 

"I-I said I like you... I confessed my feelings..." 

But the sense of powerlessness was different for each of them. Vivian, feeling desperate, avoided his gaze. Still, Eugene’s uncompromising mode was hard for her to accept, so she tried to confirm if his demand was really what he meant. 

But even as she tried to confirm, Vivian couldn’t muster any confidence. In fact, Eugene’s blunt command seemed to make her even more submissive. 

‘I can’t help it... I like him too much... I don’t want to go back to how I was before...’ 

It was fear. Vivian had experienced a pain worse than death about twelve years ago. Seeing Eugene leave so coldly, she felt that same fear creeping back in. 

For a person, the most crushing thing is to fall back down after climbing desperately out of a pit. Vivian, tormented by that fear, was helpless before Eugene’s relentless advance. 

‘The days Eugene stayed by my side were so happy... That warmth, it really felt like being with my father...’ 

Having once been protected by the bright light of her father Alexis, then suddenly losing that light and struggling for over a decade, Vivian had only just managed to maintain her identity as the guild leader. Meeting Eugene, who made her feel that lost light again, was like a recovering addict relapsing she couldn’t let go. 

"So." 

Eugene, with an emotionless gaze, responded to Vivian’s muttered, submissive words. 

"You’re not supposed to do this to someone who just confessed their feelings..." 

Fidget...! Fidget...! Fidget...! 

Vivian fidgeted anxiously, as if suffering from emotional instability. 

Her current state of mind was almost childish. Aside from her role as guild leader, she was still stuck in her early teens emotionally. So her feelings for Eugene were at that level. She had confessed sincerely, but Eugene’s coldness left her unable to process the situation. 

"That’s only if I have feelings for you too. I don’t really have romantic feelings for you. If you’d thought about it, you would have realized that when I turned away earlier. And you must have realized it, which is why you’re so timid in front of me now, right?" 

Eugene shattered Vivian’s childish mindset. He was a man who had been with many women and had nothing to lose. 

"The only thing I value about you is your body. That’s why I told you to take your clothes off. I should get something out of this too, right? You want me to do what you want, but you know I wouldn’t come to you with just pure feelings. That’s why you wore that outfit, called me to your bedroom at night, and even offered financial support." 

Eugene was merciless. Vivian’s attempts at seduction, which seemed calculated but were actually clumsy and full of holes, were laid bare. As someone already deeply involved with Jeanne, Eugene knew Vivian couldn’t win him over with just feelings. 

"Uhuuu..." 

Restless, restless. 

Vivian couldn’t deny a single word Eugene said. With all her motives exposed, she showed even more emotional instability than before. 

"O-okay... You’re right, Eugene... I’ll take it off..." 

But she couldn’t give up the light she’d found after sixteen years. Even if she couldn’t have it all, she wanted at least a taste. 

So she accepted Eugene’s demand to offer her body. Eugene was momentarily surprised by how completely she submitted. 

Having heard more about Vivian’s past from Antonio and seen her father’s portrait in her bedroom, Eugene sensed a deep abyss within her one not to be trifled with. So he had tried to push her away with coldness, expecting her to recoil. But Vivian’s total lack of resistance was far beyond what he’d expected. 

"Huuu... Huuu..." 

Rustle...! Rustle...! Rustle...! 

In the end, Vivian began to undress. 

Her skin was white as snow, her breasts looked to be about a G-cup. 

Her hips were about 42 inches, similar to Charlotte’s. But unlike Jeanne or Charlotte, Vivian, though awakened, had never trained for combat, so her body was very soft. 

‘If Vivian’s going this far, I can’t back out like a coward. I’ll go for it too.’ 

She stripped completely. For a 25-year-old who still wore roll-bun hair, to undress so submissively was remarkable. 

Eugene was intrigued by the depth of her psyche and wanted to dive into it. 

‘In that case...’ 

Eugene Schneider, who had declared to Jeanne that he would become a true alpha male with a harem, decided to challenge even the most daunting depths. 

"Come closer." 

Soon, Eugene called the now-naked Vivian even closer. 

"Does this mean you accept my feelings now...?" 

Step... Step... Step... 

Vivian approached him, covering her genitals with her left hand and trying to cover her large breasts with her right, her face burning red with shame and embarrassment. 

But her eyes sparkled with anticipation. The look and tone Eugene gave her now were different from the man who had just been so cold. 

Vivian, whose self-esteem was shattered and who feared falling back into darkness, was now swinging between heaven and hell at the slightest change in Eugene’s attitude. 

"Accepting your feelings? Hearing that makes me think... You’re just afraid of losing your connection to me, aren’t you?" 

Smirk...! 

Eugene responded with a subtle, questioning smile. 

"....." 

Vivian lowered her head in silence, which was essentially an admission. 

She couldn’t lie to someone she truly liked, but she also didn’t want to openly admit her wretchedness. 

"I can promise you won’t lose your connection to me. But accepting your feelings? Not a chance." 

Step. 

Eugene took a step forward. 

"That’s not happening." 

Squeeze! 

He then grabbed Vivian’s G-cup breasts firmly. 

"Hiiiii!" 

Flinch! 

Vivian shuddered and let out a helpless moan. 

"Hey, Vivian. Do you think this makes sense? You approached me knowing full well I’m not just friends with our captain. There’s no way I’d accept your feelings. Why do you think I told you to take your clothes off? If we’re going to have a connection, it’s only going to be physical, Vivian. Like this." 

Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze! 

"Haah! Huuuh! Haah! Hiiiii! O-ow... Hiii!" 

Eugene’s grip was not gentle, but meant to cause pain, not pleasure. 

His words made it clear: this was not about love, but about lust and dominance. 

Eugene Schneider, squeezing Vivian’s breasts to the point of pain, made her cry out in agony, proving the nature of their relationship.