My older sister is a villainous rich girl

What goes around comes around.

He plunged into the water like a big fish, and in an instant he was by her side, his hand moving up her fair legs and pulling her into his arms as she was only wearing a swimsuit.

When he peeked out again, Chris was already encircled by his outstretched arms.

"Hey! Let me go!" she said, laughing as she patted his back in the water.

However, since I hadn't used much force to begin with, and with the added resistance of the water, all I felt when I touched him was a soft, yielding sensation.

"You promised to come practice with me!" she said, feigning a scolding. "Look at what you've done!"

"Serious business? Does kissing your girlfriend count as serious business?"

Wayne asked with a smile, and before she could respond, he kissed her lips again.

"Well……"

The girl's body is so alluring that one can't help but want to immerse oneself in it.

Ripples spread across the edge of the pool as the two people embracing each other savored every detail of their relationship.

After a long while, Wayne finally released her.

Chris lay helplessly in his arms, panting as if she couldn't breathe.

The ribbon around Wayne's neck had long since been untied and sunk to the bottom of the clear pool.

Of course, this was because he had deliberately kept it loose beforehand.

Chris, I like you.

The overly bright sunlight bathed her in a golden glow.

Like a dream.

She didn't say anything, but simply reached out and hugged him a little tighter.

"Do you just like Chris?" she suddenly asked.

The sound was so soft it was almost inaudible.

Wayne was slightly taken aback.

Even when she lowers her head, her expression is not visible.

All that could be seen was their skin pressed tightly together, and the nascent...

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he inexplicably felt thirsty.

“I like Chris, and I like you too,” he said.

Seemingly surprised by his answer, Chris paused for a moment, then looked up.

"Why do you say that?"

Wayne could feel that her body was very tense at this moment.

He smiled knowingly.

"Because... I want you to know that even if you weren't Chris, I would still like you."

He spoke naturally, with a hidden expectation in his voice.

how about it?

Feeling guilty now that your biggest secret has been accidentally revealed?

Sure enough, Chris instinctively turned her face away, trying to avoid his gaze.

"That's ridiculous! Of course I'm Chris!"

Miss Chris, the more you emphasize it, the more obvious it seems like you're trying to cover it up.

Wayne stroked her back and said nothing more.

"I see."

The meaning contained in this sentence is open to interpretation.

His suggestive remarks, which were so easy to misinterpret, made Chris's face show a hint of annoyance.

—I should have known better than to talk to him about this.

"Hurry up and practice with me!"

She abruptly changed the subject.

Wayne was a little helpless as she coquettishly grabbed his hand and swung him around in the water.

"You haven't even figured out what you want to compete in, so how am I supposed to practice with you?"

However, Chris retorted to his criticism, "If I knew, would I need to ask you?"

"...No matter how I think about it, I don't think you can win."

Wayne said honestly, "How about we think of other ways to pass that hour of maid time?"

Upon hearing this, Chris immediately became furious.

"The competition hasn't even started, and you already think I've lost?!" she said indignantly. "Whose side are you on anyway?"

"Of course I'm on your side!"

Without hesitation, Wayne answered in a second.

“But…we also need to recognize the actual situation, right?” he advised.

"Let's think of a plan in advance. If we don't lose, that would be ideal; even if we accidentally lose, it won't make us look too bad. Isn't that better?"

After hearing what he said, Chris also felt that there was some truth to it.

"really."

As a result, her attitude was no longer so firm.

"So, what do you think should be done during that hour?"

Chris felt a little flustered at the thought of possibly becoming a maid for Gothic Edgeworth.

She felt that the guy was definitely capable of doing things like serving her tea, pouring water, and massaging her back.

Chapter 205 I'm right beside you, I won't go into your dreams.

There are two methods.

Wayne has transformed himself and is now acting as a double mole once again.

"Firstly, of course, it's about doing something that she'd be happy to see happen."

"However, this will take a long time... it will drag on until that hour is over."

Chris frowned and thought for a moment, "For example?"

"For example, by leveraging the power of the Wincher family, we could offer her a lure that could help the Edgeworth family."

Based on his understanding of Gothic, Wayne offered a tailor-made plan for her. "That way, she'll likely agree for the sake of the family's interests."

"Furthermore, mobilizing the family's resources is not an easy task. As long as there are a few more procedures going through when relaying information up and down, it's very simple to kill an hour."

Upon hearing this, Chris glanced at him with some surprise.

"You've got some tricks up your sleeve, Wayne."

"Oh, it's nothing special, just average." Wayne said shyly.

Chris rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. "So, what's the second method?"

“Hmm… As for the second option,” Wayne said carefully, “that is, to do something that she can’t stand.”

"This matter needs to be something that makes her not want to continue for even a second longer, and just want it to end immediately."

If it was Goli herself who requested the punishment to be stopped, even if she later changed her mind, she would have no grounds to accuse Chris of cheating.

"Something that is unbearable..."

After hearing his explanation, Chris was somewhat tempted.

Clearly, she preferred the second method.

“I think this is good. Can you give me an example?” she asked with interest.

...I knew this would happen.

Wayne's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was natural.

"I haven't figured out how to do it this way yet."

Even if I thought of it, I wouldn't tell you.

He suggested, "So I think it would be more reliable for us to find a condition that the Edgeworth family can't refuse beforehand."

This gives us a lot of room to maneuver.

Moreover, this approach has another advantage: by using the bets of young girls as a pretext, it doesn't seem too obvious.

For example, in the recent financial crisis that has been plaguing Minister Franz, some support was provided in the name of the Winche family.

If Franz could gain the support of the Winche family, the pressure and criticism he faced from the military aristocracy would immediately lessen.

Given Duke Elliott's unconditional doting on his daughter, he would most likely not refuse if Chris asked for it.

Even if this arouses suspicion from other nobles or even the king, as long as Chris is involved, it can be perfectly covered up.

After all, Chris was an extraordinary woman who didn't follow the usual path.

To outsiders, it wouldn't be surprising if she did something outrageous.

"hiss--"

Chris took a deep breath and then exhaled heavily.

"But! I'm so annoyed!" She angrily slapped the water's surface and shouted, "I can't possibly help the Edgeworth family or anything like that!"

Wayne gently comforted her, "It's okay, it's okay, failure is only temporary..."

He was about to say that we shouldn't have these meaningless matches anymore when Chris interrupted him.

"That's right!"

A fierce fighting spirit ignited in her eyes. "Failure is only temporary. Once I find a sure-fire way to win, I will show the poultry of Edgeworth what cruelty is!"

"..."

And so, Wayne's unfinished words remained stuck in his throat.

……

As a result, Chris, who kept saying she wanted to practice, ended up just playing in the water with Wayne for most of the day.

By the time the two had finished packing and returned home by carriage, the day was almost over.

"Oh, right, Chris," Wayne suddenly remembered something, "have you decided on the location for the publishing house?"

"If the site is to be rebuilt, we'll have to speed things up."

Upon hearing his question, Chris, who had spent a lot of energy playing today and was now a little tired, let out a long yawn.

"Ah~"

After closing her mouth, she casually whispered, "Then let's choose Modric's place."

"Those matters can be handled by the Chamber of Commerce. From now on, Modric will be the general manager, and Stephanie will be the director representing the board..."

After casually arranging the personnel appointments, she collapsed face down on the sofa in the bedroom, as if all the bones in her body had been removed.

Seeing this, Wayne shook his head.

"Your hair isn't even completely dry, why are you lying down?"

He took a clean towel, sat down on the sofa, and wanted to help her wipe herself.

But just as his hand untied the bun on her head, letting her blonde hair fall naturally, he heard her mumbled whispers in his ear.

"—Don't come into my dreams tonight."

Wayne paused for a moment.