My older sister is a villainous rich girl

What's going on...?

They've already made me the protagonist, so instead of letting me have a reverse harem, at least give me some improvements to my magical aptitude!

When she was a child, she didn't think that having little magic power was a big deal.

After all, that has little to do with the main storyline; all I need to do is be as kind as Chris.

But when everyone else had walked far ahead, she suddenly realized that she was the only one left behind.

It's like the panic of knowing that more than half of the class hasn't finished their homework after a long holiday versus the panic of knowing that you're the only one who hasn't finished. The difference is completely different.

She didn't want to hear those incompatible guys casually lamenting that they only got good results because of Lord Wayne's help, and how shameless they were.

Chris sighed helplessly.

I sat under a tall, straight tree, basking in the warm sunshine that shone on the lawn not far away.

The tree canopy acted as an umbrella for her, shielding her from the scorching sun.

Even with such dense foliage overhead, a ray of sunlight still managed to seep through the gaps and quietly fall at my feet.

As the leaves rustled incessantly in the wind, the light lingering nearby appeared and disappeared, sometimes large, sometimes small, sometimes near, sometimes far.

She pulled her naturally straight legs back, hugged her knees, and buried her head in her arms.

Why not just be a useless person and enjoy being taken care of by others without feeling guilty?

Maybe it's a good thing.

But why do I find it so unbearable?

She stared blankly at the shifting spot of light, lost in thought.

After an unknown amount of time, the ray of sunlight was suddenly blocked by an even larger shadow.

Chris was startled, looked up, and saw Wayne's relieved face.

He had a high nose bridge and pure eyes.

In terms of appearance, he is actually quite handsome, especially when he smiles.

He excels in every aspect and is a popular topic among girls.

If it weren't for his own presence deterring many girls, his popularity probably wouldn't be much lower than Prince Richard's.

...Although, it seems a bit unreliable when it comes to being "dedicated".

But he treated me very well in other ways.

She was so good to everyone around her that they all thought he should have been their future...husband.

Even Eve, his loyal follower since childhood, seems to have betrayed him and switched sides at some point.

Compared to starting a new relationship, accepting someone you're already used to being with might not be such a bad choice, right?

He knows all his likes and dislikes, and he also knows most of his shortcomings.

You don't need to expend any extra energy or emotion to adapt to a complete stranger.

—This is a huge help.

However, things didn't go as planned at the beginning.

Once I try to accept what he says, there's always this feeling of wanting to do something for him that drives me away, making it hard to stay calm.

The more she enjoys his thoughtfulness and possesses his affection, the more she wants to respond.

When it comes time to respond, I always feel timid and can't help but want to back down.

What should I do?

Chapter 183 I'll drag you down to hell with me!

Seeing Chris sitting under the tree, staring blankly at him, Wayne couldn't help but chuckle.

"What? Are you captivated by my good looks?"

Chris snapped out of her daze, looked away with disdain, and continued to sit still, hugging her knees.

Seeing that she didn't seem to intend to get up, Wayne went over and sat down next to her.

"Class will be over soon," he said casually.

"get out of class is over, so be it. They won't miss me."

Judging from her nonchalant attitude, Chris seemed determined to skip class.

Wayne glanced at her sideways; her gaze was dim, her lower lip was slightly pursed, and her expression was not very happy.

He reached out and tucked a strand of her soft hair behind her ear, then asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you afraid to get tested in front of others?"

Chris glanced at him and retorted, "Who said I was scared... I just have an upset stomach."

Wayne leaned closer, whispered in her ear, and tentatively asked her.

"How about I feel it for you?"

Chris blushed slightly and pushed away his restless hand.

"do not want!"

With a helpless smile, Wayne leaned on her shoulder, shifting his weight towards her.

"You're so heavy, don't stick to me."

Chris pouted and vented her resentment on him, constantly pushing him away.

However, it couldn't be pushed at all.

"You always... take advantage of your physical strength to bully me."

The disparity in strength between the two sides was too great, so she stopped wasting her time and simply sounded aggrieved.

“This isn’t bullying you, it’s wanting to get closer to you.” Wayne placed his hand on her calf and moved it forward a little.

So, a comfortable enough space was made in her arms.

Wayne pulled her arms away, rested her head on her lap, and lay down comfortably.

Chris, who had been completely bewildered just moments before, finally understood what he was trying to do after his series of fluid movements.

"Hey!" she snapped, shaking her leg so hard she nearly sent Wayne flying.

"Shouldn't you comfort me?" she asked.

Wayne paused, looking somewhat troubled.

"Do you also want to rest your head on my lap?"

I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself then.

Chris reached out and patted his forehead.

Then she hugged his head and held him close in her arms like a pillow.

"Waaah...you're trying to murder your husband!" Wayne struggled dramatically.

However, the force of the movement was not intense at all.

However, even though he tried very hard to make her happy, she didn't laugh.

Not long after, Wayne stopped struggling.

He lay quietly in Chris's arms in a cool shady spot, away from the scorching sun.

“Don’t worry about what others say,” Wayne said. “Chris doesn’t need to prove herself with those things.”

You are the chosen one, the leading lady!

Before this, he thought Chris wouldn't be bothered by those rumors.

That makes sense; young girls always care about saving face.

In comparison, her meager magical abilities are indeed rather insignificant, and it's understandable that she wouldn't want to expose her weaknesses to others.

“I wouldn’t have cared,” she said softly, “but… just thinking about you being there makes me sad.”

Wayne paused for a moment, then smiled gently.

"I'm so sorry to have made you sad."

"It's all your fault."

"Yes, it's all my fault."

...Did my presence make you more shy?

Self-esteem in a relationship is truly a difficult thing to fathom.

Wayne closed his eyes, carefully feeling the strange emotions emanating from her embrace.

If there is any place in this world that feels like home to me...

That means Chris is the only one left.

"If I were to become someone else someday, would you still like me?"

Her voice seemed as if it might dissipate in the breeze at any moment.

"You'll like it."

"Would you still like her if she weren't Chris anymore?"

Wayne opened his eyes and saw her eyes, which were like moonlight, silver with a hint of lake blue.

What kind of soul is hiding behind this window?

"Yes, it will," he said with certainty.

Wayne suddenly grabbed her hand from beside him and interlocked their little fingers.

"I swear now that no matter what I become, I will love you."

The boy's clear voice was firm and powerful.

Chris stared intently into his eyes and remained silent for a moment.

“I will take every word you say seriously,” she said softly.

"Ah."

"If you dare to start something and then abandon it..." She paused, then said, "I'll drag you down to hell with me, okay?"

Upon hearing her threat, Wayne stiffened, his smile turning somewhat bitter.

“I will not abandon you,” he said.

Chris lowered her head and sucked on the corner of his lips.

A moment later, she released him.

"This feeling isn't unpleasant."

Her tone was as if she had just bought a newly released ice cream on a street corner and was taking a small bite to see if it tasted good.

"Just not dislike it?" Wayne pressed.

Chris paused for a moment, then gave a gentle smile.

I like it a little bit more than I don't dislike it.

Seemingly realizing that this position was inconvenient, Wayne supported himself on the grass next to him and knelt down.

"Do you like it a little more than yesterday?" he asked.

"Um……"

Before she could answer, Wayne cut off the rest of her words.

With his hands braced against the tree trunk behind her, he switched from defense to offense, reveling in her passionate kiss.

A beam of sunlight filtered through the shade of the trees, casting shifting shadows behind him.

With one hand behind her neck and the other lifting the back of her knees, Wayne suddenly swept her up in his arms.

"What...what are you doing?"