BJ Villainess

Tak.

A coffee filled with cold ice was placed in front of me.

“Have some.”

“…Thank you.”

It was my first time being served iced coffee here, so I felt a bit perplexed.

Meanwhile, Ozworld drank hot coffee. Doesn’t he feel hot in this summer?

Ozworld was impeccably dressed, almost obsessively, as if he didn’t feel the heat at all. He had his hair styled neatly with pomade and wore relatively simple earrings. As a marquis, he wore such flashy suits that it was almost intimidating, but now he wore something closer to business attire. Without a coat, he wore a white dress shirt with a vest, giving off a more relaxed vibe than usual. His dark beige vest and pants with a subtle checkered pattern, along with a matching tie and shoes, looked stylish even to someone like me, who didn’t know much about fashion.

He looked like a celebrity doing a photo shoot with a college professor concept. Being kind and looking like that, it’s no wonder the school was in an uproar, true to its appearance-obsessed culture, which favored the Clybe and Demisa.

After downing my coffee, I placed the cup on the table and spoke. “I didn’t know the Marquis was so well-versed in alchemy.”

“I’m not.”

“What?”

“Alchemy. It’s my first time.” He said something absurd so nonchalantly. “I also don’t know much about magical plants. Those concepts exist only in this world.”

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Knowledge is Power’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[Is this what they call an unexpected charm…?]

Unexpected charm my foot.

“Is that why you called me to be your assistant…?”

“You know a lot about alchemy and magical plants, don’t you, Miss Theresa?”

“I’m just a student.”

Ozworld shrugged. “Is that a problem?”

Of course it is!

“How do you plan to conduct the lectures?”

“I’ll start studying now.”

I thought he had some grand scheme, but he just dove in without a plan? I was so stunned that my expression showed my disbelief, and Ozworld smiled.

“Just kidding. It’s true that it’s my first time with alchemy, but I’m qualified to teach, so don’t worry.”

, great. Good for you, being a genius.

I asked, masking my sarcasm. “So, what should I do?”

Ozworld summoned a book that looked like an encyclopedia and skimmed through it, making an exasperating sound, then snapped his fingers.

Boxes filled with high-quality magical plants appeared on the work table, their lids popping open. The lab is filled with a refreshing scent, like being outdoors.

“First, remove all the damaged leaves and thorns, then divide them into equal weights to make a total of 100 bundles. Can you do that?”

“…All of this?”

“Yes, all of it.” Ozworld pulled out a chair for me to sit on. “Shall we start?”

* * *

Ozworld’s lab was filled with the sounds of cutting, grinding, and pounding.

I wrapped the prepared magical plants in thin tissue paper and tied them with string to secure them. Three ice thorn aconites with thorns removed. 20g of finely ground fire leaf lavender. A handful of venomous chicory.

…Why am I doing this here?

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Racoon That Washed Cotton Candy’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[My idea of an assistant’s life: A thrilling touchy-feely session with the sexy professor in a confined lab.

Reality: Just a slave.]

It had been a week since I focused on preparing magical plants in the lab every day except during class. Suddenly feeling absurd for working so hard, I looked up.

Ozworld asked, “Are you done?”

“…No.”

Ozworld, across from me, was boiling something sticky with a sweet smell. He was pouring a faint pink liquid into a mold with his sleeves rolled up, which looked incredibly out of place.

“What are you making?”

“Candy.”

The incongruity of what he was making was shocking.

“Why candy…?”

Ozworld answered as if it were obvious. “There’s no need to consume medicine solely in liquid potion form.”

? Now that he mentioned it, that made sense. I had always thought of potions as liquid in vials, so I hadn’t considered making them into candy.

Candy potions. It was a fresh idea for me, and I was intrigued.

“What’s the effect of this?”

Ozworld picked a candy from the mold and pressed it against my lips. “Open your mouth.”

“It’s not poison, don’t worry.”

“It’s written all over your face.”

“…

.”

Ozworld popped the pink candy into my mouth. It was as sweet as the scent, so it was safe to say it was just a snack.

“It’s a honey candy that boosts concentration. The effect lasts until you finish it.”

It seemed like a good snack for studying.

“How does it taste?”

Just as I was about to answer, someone knocked on the lab door.

The noise outside suggested it wasn’t just one or two people.

“Professor! Are you inside?”

“We have some questions!”

They giggled, clearly here for reasons unrelated to academics.

Ozworld opened the door without any sign of annoyance. “Come in.”

The students entered shyly, then noticed me and greeted me with less enthusiasm. “Hello, Senior.”

The school atmosphere was quite interesting these days. Students either admire me fanatically or acknowledge my achievements but don’t like me. A significant reason was my close relationship with Ozworld.

I gave a brief nod in response and continued my work, rolling the large candy in my mouth. Ozworld, apparently intent on using me, wouldn’t let me leave until I finished my tasks. Whenever I seemed bored, he would create new recipes to keep me engaged, making me work until the end.

“

, by the way, my family changed the pâtissier and brought some snacks. Please try them!”

Ozworld thanked them and took the box of snacks. “So, what’s your question?”

“

, actually… We wanted to ask if we could help Professor here.”

“Preparing for lectures must be hard. And Senior Theresa must be busy with student council duties, so we can help!”

Just as I was about to be delighted by the offer of new ‘volunteers,’ Ozworld responded. “No need. Miss Theresa is enough help.”

“But we really want to help you, Professor. We’ll just assist purely out of goodwill, please?”

Ozworld was incredibly kind to the students, even those with slightly mischievous intentions. He responded to them calmly and gracefully, without getting flustered, just like now.

“I appreciate the offer, but Miss Theresa is all I need.”

That makes it sound weird!

The hopeful students looked disappointed and embarrassed, mixed with jealousy towards me. “

… Then we have no choice… Sorry for the trouble, Professor.”

“It’s alright. I’ll see you in class.”

Once the students left the lab, I frowned. “You know, saying it like that makes the students misunderstand our relationship.”

Ozworld chuckled. “I thought they already misunderstood. Is there anyone in this school who doesn’t know we danced together at the ball?”

Probably not. But there’s no need to give them more reasons to dislike me. This was Ozworld’s deliberate doing.

“People might think you care a lot about me.”

“Believe it or not, you’re the most precious thing I’ve ever had.”

“The most precious thing?”

I scoffed, and Ozworld approached and gently poked my cheek, still holding the candy.

“We’re not equals, Miss Theresa. Haven’t I told you that?”

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Born From Theresa’s Heart’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[Ozworld’s words are quite pretty, aren’t they? Do you want to die?]

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘I Only Wander Around Top 10 Channels’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[He’s right, though. No matter how successful, a BJ is ultimately the property of the channel manager. If you don’t like it, become a channel manager and go independent.]

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Bet Your Life on Theresa’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[Right my foot. Do you want to get hit?]

So, I was Ozworld’s property. The impression of being someone’s property felt incredibly lousy.

Even seeing my disheartened expression, Ozworld continued his previous question. “So, how does the candy taste? Since you didn’t spit it out, it seems it’s not bad.”

At his words, I rolled the now smaller candy around in my mouth. It was sweet. But not sweet enough to shake off the foul mood.

“Haven’t you tried it?”

“No, I don’t particularly like candy.”

“Really?” I immediately grabbed his tie and pressed my lips to his.

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Romance Pass’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[!?!?!? Suddenly?!?!?]

I pushed the candy through the gap between his lips. A brief exchange of sweet breath, then I pulled back slightly and replied.

“It’s delicious. Now you know, since you’ve tried it.”