I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 94 - Revealing the Truth (3/3)

Meanwhile, Orson, lying beside her, was anything but calm.

The moment he saw Litte bring out the chicken soup, he felt something was amiss.

The last time he had slept so deeply, she had also given him chicken soup beforehand. Back then, he had consumed it without a second thought.

The next morning, though he woke up feeling refreshed, he couldn’t shake the unease. If someone had tried to harm him in his sleep, it could have ended badly.

Afterward, Orson inspected his body and found traces of residual magic, confirming that he had been drugged.

Though he didn’t want to believe it, he couldn’t help but suspect Litte.

His investigations eventually led him to the kitchen sink, where he found similar magical residues.

So, it really had been Litte.

Despite discovering this, Orson didn’t confront her immediately. After all, his body showed no signs of harm besides the deep sleep. Perhaps Litte had simply wanted him to get some proper rest?

Thinking this, Orson decided to let it slide.

During dinner today, when Orson saw Litte bring out the same chicken soup, he didn’t need to think twice to realize it contained the same sleeping potion as before. As a result, Orson decided to see exactly what Litte intended to do to him.

Therefore, after drinking the chicken soup, Orson quickly finished his meal and then went to the bathroom, using the primitive method of inducing vomiting to expel the soup. Although the effects of the potion had already begun to take hold, by forcing the soup out, the remaining potency of the drug was no longer enough to make Orson fall into a deep sleep. It only left him feeling slightly dizzy and groggy.

Afterward, Orson used magic to keep himself awake and then lay on the bed, pretending to sleep, waiting until Litte arrived.

Now, watching Litte’s actions, Orson felt a wave of regret.

He had underestimated the depth of her feelings for him.

This had gone beyond attachment—it was obsession.

Orson thought back to his dream, where Litte had locked him in a basement. If he outright rejected her now, would she succumb to darkness and truly follow through on that scenario?

Why?

Orson couldn’t understand. He had done nothing more than fulfill his role as an elder brother, taking good care of her. How had things escalated to this point? How had she developed such inappropriate, almost rebellious feelings toward him?

As Litte’s hands wandered over him, Orson’s heartbeat quickened.

And then, as if perfectly timed, Litte climbed on top of him, resting her head on his chest.

“Orson... your heartbeat is so fast...” Litte murmured dreamily, then froze.

A normal person’s heartbeat would be steady during sleep. The last time she had rested on Orson’s chest, that had been the case.

But tonight, his racing heart was anything but normal.

Litte looked up at Orson, her suspicions confirmed when she saw his eyes open.

“Orson... you’re awake?”

“Yes.” Orson nodded. “Sorry, Litte. I’ve been awake the whole time.”

Litte’s face turned beet red in an instant. She clutched the blanket, wrapping it tightly around herself.

“Orson... you... you...”

“Litte, are you still going to tell me this was sleepwalking?” Orson said, taking a direct approach.

“I...” Litte was at a loss for words. Why hadn’t the potion worked on Orson this time?

Could Professor Hecatia have given her a faulty batch? Or had Orson developed a resistance to it?

Litte didn’t know, but it was clear that the situation was unfavorable for her.

If Orson looked down, he would see her discarded clothes on the floor, including the bandages she used to bind her chest.

And even ignoring the clothes, Orson had likely already noticed.

Though not particularly large, her chest had the curves of a normal girl. If Orson’s gaze shifted even slightly downward, it would be impossible to miss.

“...I’m sorry, Orson,” Litte finally said, lowering her head in defeat.

After tonight, Orson would probably start locking his door to keep her out.

The thought filled Litte with regret.

She shouldn’t have been so impatient...

But then she thought of Olivia, who was already so close to sealing her relationship with Orson. The thought of that woman, holding Orson’s arm and flaunting a look of triumph, made Litte’s dependence on Orson all the more uncontainable.

“Orson, let me explain...” Saying this, Litte grew increasingly anxious.

“Let’s not rush ahead,” Orson said, then his gaze shifted downward to the floor.

“Litte, what’s with those cloth strips?”

So he noticed after all?

Litte thought, scrambling to come up with an excuse. Her eyes darted around before she spoke:

“Um, I got injured during training recently, so I used the cloth strips to bandage the wounds...”

“But they look pretty clean to me.” Orson said as he got out of bed, picked up the cloth strips from the floor, and held them in his hands.

As he touched the strips, a faint scent wafted up.

Orson was aware of what these cloth strips were typically used for. In his mind, they were the kind of material tightly wrapped around the chest and underarms, and if not cleaned often, they would definitely carry a noticeable odor.

It seemed Litte was diligent about washing them regularly.

Wait, that’s not the point.

“These strips don’t seem like they’re for bandaging wounds—they don’t even have any bloodstains,” Orson commented, lifting the strips to his nose for a sniff.

The scent became more pronounced—a faint, milky fragrance.

Litte, seeing Orson’s actions, felt her face flush with embarrassment.

But she didn’t dare to snatch them back. After all, she wasn’t wearing anything beneath the blanket and had to rely on Orson’s large duvet to cover her body.

“Forget it, let’s not dwell on this.” Orson set the strips aside and began picking up Litte’s scattered clothes piece by piece, placing them on the bed.

“I’ll step outside for a bit. You can go back to your own room, get dressed, and then explain everything to me.” With that, Orson walked out of the room.

Standing on the street outside the dormitory, Orson felt dazed.

What just happened? Despite knowing Litte was a girl, he had held her chest binding strips up to his nose to sniff them.

How was this any different from the behavior of a pervert with a fetish for women’s intimate items?

How was that anything like his usual self? Would Litte think he was some kind of pervert now?

It seemed he had let himself get swept up in the earlier ambiguous atmosphere. Now, standing outside, he resolved to use the cool night air to clear his head and regain his composure.

—

A few minutes later, Orson returned to the dormitory and knocked on Litte’s door.

“Litte, have you gotten dressed?”

“Mm... I’m dressed,” Litte replied softly.

Orson then opened the door.

As soon as he stepped inside, he froze, holding his breath.

Litte stood before him, wearing the maid outfit she had previously donned during the academy festival. She was holding the hem of her skirt, fidgeting nervously as she looked at Orson.

“Litte, I told you to get dressed—not to put on women’s clothing...” Orson couldn’t help but say.

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Was she so eager to expose herself?

“Orson... I...” Litte stammered. Then, as if summoning all her courage, she said, “Orson, I’m sorry for deceiving you and everyone else. I... I’m actually a girl.”

“As for why I’m wearing this dress... it’s because I don’t have any other girl’s clothes in the wardrobe, so... so...”

Even her voice had changed, now light and delicate, lacking the forced neutral tone she used before.

“...” Well, this was unexpected. Litte had just confessed it all.

Orson quietly walked into the room, closed the door behind him, and sat down on a chair.

“It’s fine. We can always buy you new clothes later,” Orson said.

He hadn’t anticipated that Litte would come clean so suddenly.

The reason he had chosen to wake up earlier was to remind Litte to maintain some distance between them.

Previously, Orson might have tolerated some ambiguity for the sake of Litte’s self-esteem. But things were different now—he had Olivia, whom he genuinely cared about, and even though it was Litte initiating most of the intimacy, Orson couldn’t help but feel like he was betraying Olivia.

Ironically, by confronting Litte so directly, he had inadvertently pushed her into outright confessing.

“Eh? Orson, aren’t you mad? I’ve been lying to you for so long...” Litte asked, surprised by how calm Orson seemed.

“Why would I be mad?” Orson asked, puzzled. “Whether you’re a boy or a girl doesn’t change the fact that you’re Litte, does it?”

“It just means you’ve gone from being my little brother to being my little sister. What’s the big deal?”

“Alright, but Orson... aren’t you curious about why I did this?” Litte asked hesitantly.

“If you want to tell me, I’m happy to listen. But if it’s something too difficult for you to talk about, I won’t press you.”

“In that case... Orson, promise you won’t laugh at me, okay?” Litte said, lowering her head.

“There’s nothing to laugh about. If anything, the reason you’ve been cross-dressing is probably why you got falsely accused before, right?”

“Mm...” Litte thought for a moment before speaking. “Actually, the reason is quite simple.”

“In the countryside, there’s a strong preference for boys over girls. Andre and Jennie thought that since I grew up in the countryside, if I went to the duke’s estate as a girl, I’d face discrimination. So... so they told me to pretend to be a boy...”

“Ah, so that’s how it is.” Orson nodded in understanding.

That reasoning... was bizarre.

But considering Litte’s parents were rural folk, it started to make sense.

While gender disparities weren’t as pronounced among the nobility—female nobles in the Empire were not uncommon—in the countryside, male children, being stronger laborers upon reaching adulthood, were generally more favored.

“And why are you telling me this now?”

“For a lot of reasons,” Litte said, raising her head to look at Orson. “I met Olivia and Lianca, as well as other girls, and I realized that among the nobility, gender differences aren’t as significant. People here care more about bloodlines...”

“True.” Orson nodded.

“And also... I’ve been jealous of Olivia.”

“Jealous?” Orson blinked in surprise.

“Yes!” Litte nodded firmly. “I’ve confirmed it. That feeling is definitely jealousy!”

“I get upset whenever I see Olivia with you, especially when I don’t even have a proper reason to be by your side.”

“And I’m jealous that you get flustered by Olivia’s affectionate gestures because she’s a girl, while you take my actions for granted because you think I’m a boy.”

“And then tonight... when you caught me... I just thought, I might as well come clean to you.”

“So, Litte,” Orson said, looking at her with newfound clarity in his eyes. “Your feelings for me... they’re not that simple, are they?”

“That’s right!” Litte’s eyes lit up as she saw Orson directly bring up the topic.

“Orson, you’ve noticed, haven’t you? I... I like you, Orson!”

As she said this, Litte couldn’t help but scoot closer to him.

“Orson, you understand how I feel, don’t you? I’ve been suppressing my feelings for so long, and now I can finally say it. I’m so, so happy...”

Looking at Litte leaning closer and closer, Orson couldn’t bring himself to feel happy at all.