My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Wayne couldn't help but raise his hand and stroke her smooth back back.

He felt that if things continued like this, he would lose control.

“I…I’m already…in a terrible state,” he said.

The girl nestled against his chest gave a muffled "hmm".

“Just tonight, you can go even worse,” she said. “Like that day in the music room…”

Wayne stopped.

"Did I do something to upset you again?" he asked with a wry smile.

She did not speak.

A moment later, Wayne pressed her back down and looked intently into her eyes.

“Geli, you don’t need to do these things to please me.”

He understood that their past might lead her to believe that he was only after her body...

Or they mistakenly believe that they can keep someone by using their body.

"If you're angry with me or unhappy, just tell me directly." He took her hand and brought it to his lips.

"I've already got Miss Ge Li hooked up with her, and I can't get rid of her no matter what."

"Or, it's okay if you get angry with me occasionally. I want to be with Ge Li forever, so... let's be honest with each other, okay?"

He didn't want her to keep her grievances to herself and express her love in this self-sacrificing way.

He could indeed enjoy silently accepting her sacrifices, but he was unwilling to do so.

He truly wanted to be her life partner.

Therefore, he was willing to listen to her inner thoughts.

"Wayne...I...I like you." She was on the verge of tears.

"Yes, I like you too."

"I'm willing to do this with you because I like you."

"I know... I feel the same way."

Wayne leaned in and kissed her ear.

Do you like me?

"like."

Do you like me the most?

Upon hearing her words, Wayne paused in his kissing motion.

Stubbornly staring at the man lying on top of her, the fragile girl still had tears in her eyes.

"From now on... will you like me the most?"

Wayne's eyes showed struggle.

Noticing his wavering, she took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.

Then... Ge Li's hand touched his without any hindrance.

"Can you like me the most?"

Under her inexperienced control, Wayne's rationality gradually faded.

He heard his own voice say, "Yes...yes."

Miss Ge Li... You can't trust what a man says at a time like this.

"Say that you like me the most."

"I like you the most."

Even though reason had faded, Wayne was still acutely aware that—

I'm completely finished.

Once their desires subsided, the two lay side by side on the bed, looking together at the ceiling illuminated by the dim moonlight reflected off the smooth floor.

"The sheets... are stained." Ge Li's voice was trembling with tears.

Wayne's face darkened. "I've already said I don't want it anymore, but you still won't let go."

"Then, when I said no before, you didn't stop either!" she accused indignantly.

He was speechless.

It must be admitted that Miss Ge Li was practically a natural at this kind of thing, and quickly grasped her own weakness.

He was completely overwhelmed by her offensive.

Wayne sighed deeply. "So what do we do now? Should we just elope?"

He couldn't even imagine what it would be like when these marks were discovered the next day.

Otherwise, while Ge Li is asleep, we could steal and destroy all the evidence.

If this is done, it might not be long before urban legends about a "bedsheet thief" spread throughout the capital.

After a moment of silence, Ge Li got up naked.

She picked up the black cloak he had thrown aside, draped it over herself, barely covering her exposed skin, and then reached out to pull at the bed sheet beneath him.

However, without Wayne's cooperation, it was impossible to pull it apart.

"...Get down." She turned her gaze slightly to the side, not daring to look directly at his overly shameless posture.

Wayne, who was lying on his back on the bed in a "T" shape, glanced in her direction when he heard this. Then, he rolled sideways a few times, rolled off the bed onto the carpet, and clung to her legs.

She rolled her eyes at him helplessly and then ripped the bed sheet off.

"Let me go, I need to take a shower."

"Please wash me too," Wayne pleaded.

“You…” Ge Li raised his foot to kick him.

However, after his persistent efforts, Ge Li eventually managed to clean it up with him.

The entire latter half of the night was spent with Miss Ge Li, who used wind magic to artificially dry the sheets.

This can be considered, in a sense, reaping what you sow.

……

After a long, long time of fussing, the bed sheet was finally restored to its original state.

The wrinkles just look a little messy.

Using excuses like sleeping in or having nightmares should be enough to fool them.

Seeing this, Wayne and Geli breathed a sigh of relief.

"Has His Excellency Franz submitted that proposal?" Wayne asked.

"Yes, I'll leave it to His Majesty the King."

His father agreed with his opinion, and Ge Li was visibly relieved. "He even praised you."

Wayne smiled. "This isn't a compliment to me; it's all thanks to Miss Ge Li."

If all these nobles were eliminated, the wealth collected could probably support all the starving commoners in the country for a lifetime.

However, the operation of a country cannot be done in such a simplistic and crude manner.

Every new decision requires balancing the interests of all parties in order to make progress.

This time, the adjustment using short-term fiscal methods, coupled with reductions in other expenditures, is barely enough to raise the military funds for another round of suppression, in order to alleviate the most pressing contradictions at present.

However, this approach cannot continue indefinitely.

What the future of society will look like... will probably depend on the true character of the reformists.

Chapter 186 The Rematch Between the Drama Club and the Orchestra

After a period of hard rehearsals, the drama club's performance was finally staged successfully.

With the coordination of the minister and the second prince, Lawrence, they regained the right to use the school theater. Meanwhile, the orchestra continued to occupy the school's concert hall as always.

The two camps are clearly divided.

Due to the considerable buzz generated by both student organizations, many students enthusiastically signed up to serve as judges.

On the fixed-quota voting tickets specially distributed by the school council, the Orchestra Club and the Drama Club each occupied one side. The audience would tick the side they preferred to win and then submit it to the ballot box at the entrance of each venue.

After the performance, the two groups will combine their votes and the final winner will be determined on the spot.

Wayne wasn't dressed in any fancy attire, but rather in an inconspicuous black outfit. He leaned against the wall of the preparation room, quietly admiring the beauty of Chris and Tasia.

As Tasia is to play a commoner girl in her own right, her clothes look very ordinary and are not decorated with many exquisite patterns.

However, this outfit is actually by no means cheap.

—The production cost is probably enough to cover her usual expenses for a year.

Fortunately, there were plenty of easy targets in the club, so she didn't have to bear such a heavy cost herself.

On the other side, Chris was wearing a rather flamboyant prince's dress.

This outfit was custom-made by a renowned fashion designer and is exclusively for this performance, making its design more eye-catching than a regular gown.

Gold threads and gemstones are inlaid everywhere at the stitch joints, radiating dazzling brilliance under the light from all angles.

However, even such extravagant clothing did not diminish her dazzling beauty.

The female makeup artist I met last time, who has a long-term working relationship with the drama department, is deepening the color of her willow-leaf eyebrows and making them thicker and heavier.

Her eyebrows were slightly raised, which further accentuated her sharp gaze.

With the makeup artist's superb skills, Chris's face became quite heroic.

If you ignored her long hair, the person sitting there at this moment would be a handsome young man.

“Tsk tsk tsk…” Wayne shook his head.

Makeup techniques are terrifying in any era.

Chris finished her work, and the makeup artist tidied up her tools before turning back to work on Tasia's appearance.

Wayne walked over to the mirror, wanting to touch Chris's face.

But she opened it with a "smack".

"Don't touch me," Chris said seriously. "I am His Highness the Prince."

...Isn't it because you don't want your makeup to get messed up?

He saw through her little scheme, but Wayne didn't expose her; instead, he played along.

“Prince Chris, do you have someone you love?” he asked.

"Not yet, but it will be available soon."

As she said this meaningfully, Chris chuckled and glanced at Tasia.

Wayne, somewhat displeased, pressed his palms against her ears, turning her gaze back to where she was facing the mirror.

"Didn't you just say a few days ago that you like the person in the mirror?"

His tone was very dissatisfied.

"Huh? Did I say that?" she asked, feigning ignorance. "What does what Chris said have to do with me?"

Upon hearing this, Wayne grunted twice, his meaning unclear.

He really wanted to stew that big pig's trotter.

"Chris, Wayne."

Tasia quickly finished preparing as well, saying, "I'm all set."

So Chris stood up too.