Chapter 215. Let’s Make A Deal (1)

Translator: Lili

Weekly Chapter 2/6

A groan escaped Shushu’s lips, as if her chest had been pierced. As someone who had shared a cell with Mini Cat, Shushu could vividly imagine the three stages of what would happen if Mini Cat found out about this:

1. “No matter how much we look alike, how could you do something like this?”
2. “You’re a total beast!”
3. Thunk. Stab.

What terrified Shushu more than the grim possibility of her own demise was the first two stages. Disappointment hurts more than hatred. It wasn’t vanity but a kind of trauma—an old wound she carried.

Henriad, however, seemed utterly indifferent to Shushu’s turmoil. His tone was calm, as if discussing something trivial.

“So what? It’s the same face.”

“…”

“What I’m curious about right now is, did you dislike sleeping with me?”

“I-I don’t know…”

“Then you liked it.”

He said, dismissing her uncertainty with unnerving simplicity.

Shushu stared at him, dumbfounded, but Henriad just shrugged casually and continued,

“If you hated it, you would’ve smothered me with a pillow while I slept and stolen my wallet.”

“That’s just psychopathic! And do you even have a wallet…?”

Even amidst her embarrassment, Shushu managed to throw a jab, though Henriad ignored it with practiced ease.

“The point is, I enjoyed it, and so did you. Isn’t that right?”

“…”

Shushu answered with silence, and Henriad didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he smiled, exuding the confidence of someone about to make a very generous offer.

“Let’s make a deal.”

“…What deal?”

“I’ll help you be with Mini Cat.”

For someone responsible for at least 50% of Shushu’s life difficulties, Henriad offered this supposed comfort with surprising gentleness. The hand that had been pinching her nose now cupped her cheeks.

It was something Mini Cat used to do, but Henriad’s hands were larger, encompassing Shushu’s face like a small pebble. He gazed intently at her with a soft smile.

“In return, do as I say.”

Shushu didn’t want to know what he meant by that. But the touch of his hands, even as they caressed her cheeks, carried a suggestive undercurrent that left no room for misunderstanding. She parted her lips, intending to utter the first syllable of ‘ridiculous’.

However, she couldn’t.

“I’ll spoil you thoroughly.”

The crescent-like curve of his eyes, the pale lashes, and the color of his irises—too muted to be called blue, too cool to be called gray—made Shushu’s stomach churn.

“Do as I say.”

The phrase was a classic line for teasing, something even a snot-nosed five-year-old wouldn’t believe. Yet, his face, eerily similar to Mini Cat’s, left her unable to say, ‘No way’, let alone ‘Stop messing around!’

Henriad’s eyes sparkled briefly as he looked down at Shushu’s blank expression. Then, as if casually mentioning the weather, he added,

“This isn’t a joke. It’s not so bad. If it bothers you, just think of me as a sex doll that looks like someone you like.”

“…You keep reducing me to someone who’s given up on humanity.”

Treating him like a sex doll because he resembled someone she liked? Who would even suggest such a thing?

Henriad was the pinnacle of trash, the kind of person even the most extreme villains in masochistic novels would wave off as ‘a different breed of garbage’. His kind of filth couldn’t be cleaned with normal detergent—it required industrial-strength bleach.

Yet here he was, leaning into the role of bleach-requiring garbage, tempting Shushu with uncanny kindness.

“I promise you.”

His hand, warm but unusually cool compared to most, continued to cradle her face. The chill was almost comforting. Shushu closed her eyes. It felt easier to deal with everything that way.

Henriad, watching her with amusement, chuckled.

“You’ll get to be with Mini Cat.”

“…But… isn’t this all too indecent?”

Shushu trembled, her discomfort bubbling to the surface. Being with both siblings was beyond open-minded—it was something you couldn’t even admit to in public. But Henriad, one of the main culprits in this absurd scenario, countered with an even more outrageous response,

“That’s what makes it fun.”

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