Villain's Odyssey: Enslaving heroines, Conquering Villainesses-Chapter 90: It gets dangerous

"I will come with you," Tracy said as they reached the building entrance, but Asher didn’t want that. He had already calculated everything, even predicting what might happen inside. From the moment he had seen Natalia’s expression, he had realized that he was careless, and doing that he was slowly losing any chance of control and influence he might have built over her the first day they met.

Those dark eyes—it was just like Emilia’s. He knew those eyes anywhere, he had seen them on Tracy as well. Those dark obsessive eyes of a lunatic who felt like they were about to lose what they considered theirs... eyes that was a bold red flag from miles away. He knew from that moment that if he didn’t quickly do something about her, the chances of this spiraling into something dangerous and uncontrollable was bound to happen. So he decided to do something he would never do on a normal day... throw himself into the lion’s den.

"No... just wait here, I’ll only take a moment," he said with a smile, then patted her head before pushing the wheelchair. Though Natalia had remained silent all this while, he was pretty sure she was well aware of what was happening, and clearly seeing what he was doing with Tracy which would furthermore trigger Natalia. But he didn’t mind that. In fact, he wanted that.

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They reached her door, and she looked at him expectantly. "Do you have a moment?" she asked, to which he nodded.

"Yeah, sure," he said.

She shook her head. "No... can we talk inside?"

He frowned, though he had expected this. It was well within his calculations. However, his plan was that the moment he walked into that room, he would avoid further contact with her. Why? Well, there was still her ability to control a person, which he still didn’t understand. So he expected that her ability at, least needed for her to touch the target to work. That was the logic behind avoiding contact the moment he went in there.

"Please?" she pleaded, looking quite vulnerable. Although he gave an expression of deep contemplation outside, as though he was being swayed by her pitiful state, he wasn’t in the slightest when it came to his thoughts. ’Something doesn’t feel right,’ he thought, feeling as though there was something he was overlooking.

But what exactly was that?

"Alright, but I can only stay a minute," he added, to which she nodded. He then pushed her inside.

The room was a living room-bedroom combination like the one he shared with Jenny, just less extravagant than theirs. Guess that was the difference between a second year and a third year. The space was still vast, with two beds pushed ahead. Personal belongings were arranged around.

The moment he got into the room, he subtly let go of the handle and gave her a good safe distance. Not too far to seem like he was running away, and not too close for her to reach him easily.

"You can sit on the bed," she said with a small smile, gesturing to the one on the right.

"Really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, that’s my bed... so it should be okay," she said. He noted that her roommate was a girl—perhaps the administration’s decision was influenced by her condition. Well, it wasn’t weird or anything, just that room assignments were usually randomized, and finding yourself with the same gender wasn’t always common.

He walked over carefully and sat down on the edge of the bed, his muscles tense and ready to move if needed. The mattress was firmer than he expected, and he noticed the sheets smelled faintly of lavender. Too faintly, as if someone had tried to mask another scent.

She rolled the wheelchair closer, but he remained calm. She was still at a safe distance—he could always dodge if necessary.

"Do you want to drink anything? I have wine," she asked with an innocent look, to which he almost rolled his eyes. Really? This was becoming the oldest method for yanderes to get their victims. He had already experienced one with Maria and was definitely not ready to experience another.

"No thanks," he gestured that he was okay. "So... what do you want to talk about?"

Click.

"What was that?" he asked after hearing the door click shut.

"Nothing," she said, then smiled. Something wasn’t right with that smile. It was too wide.

"Okay?" he said, tilting his head and trying to keep his expression neutral.

’Someone locked the door,’ he thought. ’But who? Wait, only her roommate could do that...’ Then it hit him with glaring clarity, the piece of the puzzle he had been missing.

She was controlling her roommate.

"You lied to me, Asher," she said with that same unsettling smile.

"About what?" he asked, keeping his voice steady.

"You said you would never leave me for someone better," she said, her eyes turning darker.

"I didn’t," he said simply. After all, contesting those words. Saying he never said those word so would only flare her up more. "I am here right now, am I not?"

"Am I pretty, Asher?" she asked, reaching somewhere beside her wheelchair and pulling out a small hand mirror. she then looked at it.

To this, he titled his head then smiled, "Of course," he said.

"Is that so...?" She smiled sweetly, placing the mirror away.

"Why do you ask?" He asked with a smile.

’Her whole demeanor changed,’ he noted.

"You... you like her, right?"

"I like you as well," he said, tilting his head with his normal innocent expression.

"But I don’t want that," she said, placing her hands on both wheels of her wheelchair. What she did next left Asher genuinely horrified.

"You... can walk," he said, the words barely a whisper.

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