I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree

Chapter 82 - Litte the Sleepwalker (3/3)

A few days later, after class, Therese suddenly found Orson and asked him to come to her office.

Seeing Therese seated at her desk and rummaging through some files, Orson felt a little puzzled.

“Professor Therese, why did you call me here?”

“Ah, found it.” After

Her little head worked overtime to come up with a plausible excuse.

Then, an idea struck her.

“Eh, Orson?! Why am I in your bed?! Could it be... I was sleepwalking...?” Litte exclaimed in feigned disbelief.

“Really?” Hearing this, Orson, who had been grappling with his moral dilemma, suddenly felt a glimmer of hope. He turned to look at Litte, his eyes showing a hint of concern. “Litte, if you were really sleepwalking, you need to be careful. Make sure to get plenty of rest.”

“Mm-hmm!” Litte nodded vigorously. Seeing that Orson believed her, she sighed in relief internally.

What a great excuse! This way, I can sneak into Orson’s bed at night without raising suspicion.

Still, to avoid making Orson suspicious, Litte decided to limit how often her “sleepwalking” episodes occurred.

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After breakfast, Litte suddenly remembered her promise to Hecatia to bring her Orson’s hair.

Since she couldn’t stealthily collect it, she decided to ask directly.

“Um... Orson.”

“What’s up?” Seeing Litte fidget, Orson could tell he had something to say.

“Well... Professor Hecatia said she needs some hair for alchemy. She needs samples from multiple people, but I don’t have enough of my own, so I was wondering if I could have some of yours...”

“Would that be alright?” Litte looked at Orson with a pleading gaze.

Since it was his younger brother asking, Orson saw no reason to refuse. He nodded and took out a small jar.

“I have a habit of collecting my own hair. This jar has what I’ve saved over some time—it should be enough for you.” Orson handed it to Litte.

“Eh?!” Litte was stunned.

No wonder she couldn’t find any hair in Orson’s room—he had been collecting it all himself.

“Thank you, Orson!”

“No problem.” Orson shook his head dismissively.

It’s just hair—what’s the big deal?

Then, as if something occurred to him, Orson added, “By the way, if you manage to make anything impressive with my hair, let me know.”

“Mm-hmm!” Litte nodded eagerly.