32. Everyone Has Their First Time
After delivering a solid punch to Louis XXV, that jerk who clearly was the extra but claimed I was the extra, and then calmly took Kephira’s little hand to leave, my mood soared to the heavens.
Even though I knew Kephira would definitely knock Louis XXV down with a punch before he could tease her, the fact that I landed that punch felt incredibly satisfying. Is this the feeling that someone like Kephira, the overpowered protagonist, experiences every day?
But soon, the appearance of the script brought me back to reality.
Even though I hadn’t completely copied down the correspondence between Louis XXV and the impersonator O’Keefe, and had rushed to show off, I still remembered the gist of the exchange. Coupled with the script’s reminders, I wouldn’t forget anything. All the clues and evidence pointed to Louis XXV recently being in contact with “O’Keefe.” This was clearly the black-hearted queen’s entrapment; the moment Louis XXV embarked on what he thought was his “action to overthrow the queen” was precisely when the queen would strike and shift the blame!
Wanting to “outdo” Louis IV was my only chance. If I could seize the evidence of the queen impersonating O’Keefe to blackmail her, she wouldn’t dare act against me and Kephira anymore. As the saying goes, it takes a villain to deal with a villain; to handle a bad woman like Louis IV, one must be even worse.
I already knew what Louis XXV would do next from the script, which is why I needed some disguise.
At this moment, at home, I was comfortably seated, enjoying the “one-on-one special service” from Miss Nilu.
“Mr. O’Keefe, do we really have to do this?”
“Of course, I’ve already decided and am all set. Nilu, why are you still so nervous?”
I looked at Nilu, who appeared timid, and spoke gently to reassure her.
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Let me know if you need any further assistance!
“However… this is my first time, and I have absolutely no experience.”
“Everyone has a first time, right? Hurry up and start, I can’t wait any longer!”
Nilu was still blushing, fidgeting and hesitating, but… Kephir moved before her.
Miss Alsace pointed directly at my face in the blink of an eye, accompanied by Kephir’s cold yet genuine words laced with jealousy: “You want your first time so badly, can I give it to you?”
Big shot, don’t do this…
“I’m just trying to convince Nilu not to be scared and to hurry up and cut my hair.”
And you’ve been watching the whole time, why are you panicking?
“I know!”
Kephir stomped her foot, retracted her sword, and angrily sat back down. Miss Nilu was quite startled by this scene and finally agreed to start cutting my hair.
Disguising myself was part of the plan. After tasting the sweetness of a punch to Louis the Twenty-Fifth, I decided to temporarily play the role of Kephir’s Russian boyfriend, Ivan Letty’s brother, Guhui Yanov. However, I currently looked a bit cowardly; at least I didn’t have the imposing presence of a Russian imperial tough guy. As the saying goes, you first look at a person’s face, then recognize them by their hairstyle. I decided to change my appearance.
Soon, under Kephir’s unwavering gaze, Miss Nilu completed the transformation of my “new image,” referring those types from my memory of “the society bro who’s tough and doesn’t say much,” giving my hairstyle a somewhat “disdainful” vibe. With some big gold chains and a spiked jacket, the effect would definitely be impressive. Who would associate this Russian society bro with Louis the Twenty-Fifth?
I nodded at the society bro in the mirror, very satisfied. Miss Nilu was not only well-endowed but also skilled with her hands. But as for Kephir and Nilu…
【Kephir has mixed feelings about Louis the Twenty-Fifth’s new image.】
【So does Nilu.】
In the blink of an eye, I noticed that Kephir was staring at me with a complex expression of “I know you’re a good person, but you look too much like a bad guy.” She took a step forward, then retreated, wanting to say something but unable to. Finally, she came to my side and simply stood on her tiptoes, tugging at the “dyed yellow tuft” on my forehead.
“Louis the Twenty-Fifth, you’re so disgusting…”
“What do you know?”
Dyeing is the essence of the society bro.
“Miss, I… I’ll take my leave now…”
After finishing up the hair I had shed, Nilu hurriedly ran off, while Kephir continued to look at me with that “you’ve changed” gaze.
“Kephir, it’s getting late; can I leave now?”
This was Kephir’s place, and spending time on that tuft of dyed hair was quite time-consuming. It was getting late.
“As long as the content of the letter is true, tomorrow should be the time when Louis the Twenty-Fifth takes action. Since we can’t use the letter as evidence, we’ll have to deal with Louis the Twenty-Fifth again , so it’s better to…”
I wanted to explain something, but Kephir was straightforward.
“Sit down.”
When the big shot gives an order, I can only comply.
As I obediently sat down, Kephir leaned in behind me, poking my face with a mix of concern and annoyance, tugging at my hair.
“Looking like this, when you go out, I’ll have to shout ‘indecency,’ and no one will even ask before they beat you to death.”
“Hmph~ As long as you know, in this posture, Louis the Twenty-Fifth won’t suspect me.”
I nodded contentedly, but from the mirror, I saw Kephir behind me, looking completely distracted.
【Ke Fei’er has other thoughts.】
Huh?
Suddenly, her little hand reached over, and I froze in place.
I wanted to play dead, but one cannot actually play dead.
“After we resolve this, change back this outfit that makes me feel so unmotivated no matter how I look at it.”
Sure, sure, boss, even if you didn’t say anything, I would have changed out of this look that seems like I could easily get sent to my demise, but…
【Ke Fei’er is hesitating, preparing to make a decision.】
What are you planning to do, boss!?
I suddenly thought of something: as the saying goes, before a great battle, there must be a bed scene—ugh, I mean, there must be supplies. So if Ke Fei’er is the main character now, then this supply.. .
Could it be me?
“Let’s just forget about today.”
Sounds nice, but Ke Fei’er’s face was still getting closer to me.
Wait, boss, don’t move!
My heart is in chaos!
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The next day.
Bright morning sun, warm light, my body couldn’t move yet, that was because I was still being held, having not closed my eyes all night, fighting an unknown number of rounds against something called reason.
However, now I suddenly felt very strong, strong enough to take on ten of them.
After all…
【Oujili De has many red marks on his face.】
【Nilu, out of jealousy, darkened and killed Oujili De.】
No kidding! I know! Can’t I just go wash my face and rub them away later!? No foreshadowing!