This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir

Chapter 20: Sir, That’s Not How You Use a Bad Woman

It was a private beach with a tropical scenery, where Sosia, clad in a bikini swimsuit barely larger than a palm, guarded her voluptuous and proud figure.

After listening to Niaoyu’s report, Sosia nodded and said:

“Tiffany seems to be more restrained than I imagined, merely using my identity to grant that child a perfect midterm score. It seems I’ve wronged you, Tiffany~”

Sosia greeted the “executioner” on the other end of the magic stone.

Tiffany then said:

“You thought I would do something outrageous? After all, holding your identity, I would be somewhat restrained.

I’ll take another walk around this castle, you two chat first.”

After Tiffany left the room, Sosia recalled the details just mentioned, sipping coconut juice and asked:

“The baron’s family massacre, has the culprit been found? To encounter such a vile incident during a midterm visit.”

“The culprit… is Miss Tiffany.”

“Pfft! Cough cough!”

Sosia choked, coconut juice spilling from her red lips and dripping onto her ample bikini.

“Didn’t you say she only used my identity to score a perfect midterm?”

“Miss Tiffany, when committing the crime, took off the executioner’s uniform, claiming it was her own doing.”

“…It seems she hasn’t let down my trust in her, indeed doing quite a few outrageous things.”

Sosia’s head ached, she rubbed her temples, continuing to recall the details just explained, and inquired:

“And what is this ‘Dead Sea Armament’ I’ve never heard of before?”

Niaoyu, surprised that her master had noticed the anomaly so quickly, had no choice but to describe the nature of that weapon once again.

After hearing it, Sosia said inexplicitly: “Isn’t this just a filthy weapon?”

Niaoyu clarified: “Sir, as you said, in the reports we received, it is the Dead Sea Armament.”

This matter, reported up the chain, would give Sosia a headache for a while.

Better to have less trouble than more, and even less than having it not happen at all.

Even if the truth comes out in the future, Chu Yan’s guardian will most likely have returned by then, someone to shield him.

After giving it some thought, Soxya conceded:

“Alright, so this is the Dead Sea Armament. Did Tiffany say when she’ll be back?”

“Tomorrow.”

“That’s good.”

Soxya breathed a sigh of relief, fearing she would linger there until the trial’s end.

“However, once she, the executioner, leaves, the local nobles might seize the chance to retaliate against the lord.”

Niaobi speculated:

“Lady Soxya, do you think that what returns tomorrow will be just your uniform, while Miss Tiffany herself stays here?”

“…”

Soxya’s expression grew solemn.

…

A woman clad in the executioner’s uniform walked through the castle, encountering Chu Yan.

He was holding a bath towel and robe, about to enjoy a comfortable bath in the bathhouse.

It must be said, the conditions at the Dead Sea border are truly harsh; not even a private bathroom is available.

Sigh!

Sharing a room for sleeping, sharing a large bathhouse for bathing, the family trial’s conditions are a bit tough, but that’s to be expected.

Young people should indeed toughen themselves up!

As Chu Yan was reflecting on this, he saw the executioner approaching and immediately stopped to greet her.

Seeing what he was holding, the executioner asked:

“Are you going to take a bath? It would be nice to bathe myself before we set off tomorrow.”

“Yes, I’ll take you there.”

Chu Yan led her to the outside of the bathhouse, then prepared to leave, planning to come back later to bathe, but the executioner lady called out to him just as he turned to go.

“Lord, weren’t you going to bathe? Why are you leaving so soon?”

From her tone, she didn’t seem to mind him joining her.

But it felt like what Jeanette had said, could it be a hint?

—Having received my concession, you’d better be sensible.

Chapter Eighteen: Choosing a Guardian

Chu Yan was reminded of the significant choice he faced before coming to the Dead Sea border:

A. Have Aunt Isa get pregnant, to provide a cover for her carrying a big belly.

B. Go to the exile lands and suffer.

He resolutely chose B, and as a result, he wandered around aimlessly, finally making a name for himself on the border of the Dead Sea, where he’s now facing a subtle hint from the execution officer…

What’s going on here?

Moreover, the execution officer lady is the most cunning of all, as she first gave Chu Yan permission to use the “Dead Sea Armed Forces” and only then proposed the subtle hint.

In reality, she had no intention of giving him many choices, as she still had the power to veto the “Dead Sea Armed Forces”.

So, Chu Yan’s initial choice was actually:

A. Letting Aunt Isabella get pregnant.

B. Accepting the execution officer lady’s subtle hint in the exile.

It’s truly unpredictable, like a snake swallowing its own tail.

It seemed like a turning point, but in reality, he had fallen into the spider web of a fairy.

Chu Yan came back to his senses to find himself already soaking in the bathtub, lying on the edge of the pool with his body floating like a corpse.

“Mom, when are you coming back…?”

The exterior of the Lord’s Castle looked old and neglected, but the internal facilities were still well-maintained.

The ceramic tiles in the bathtub were made of crystal with a fruit-like appearance, and it was as if he was enjoying a warm bath in the midst of snow.

“This castle’s construction budget must have all been spent on the bathtub… Not bad for a boy, he can change clothes quickly.”

The execution officer lady finished getting dressed and only then entered the bathtub.

A white towel with water droplets was draped in front of her, and her healthy, fine skin was barely visible, with a chest that was not as developed as some women’s, yet still had a beautiful, elegant shape.

Just by gazing at her through the mist, I could see her body outline, with a slender waist and a plump hip, creating a stunning, curvy line that extended to her jade feet.

In the mist, her long, slender legs moved alternately, with a sensual, cat-like rhythm.

She sat down in the pool, and the towel floated over to Chu Yan’s side.

“Can you help me get the towel?” the execution officer lady asked.

This is definitely intentional, and yet Chu Yan couldn’t refuse.

He could only hold the towel and slowly move towards her side, sitting up straight.

At such a close distance, even if Chu Yan controlled his gaze, he couldn’t help but see her state.

She was taking a bath, but her uniform was off, except for the dragon mask on her face.

Is this the real thing?

“Execution officer lady, do you have something to say to me?”

“Smart kid, let’s talk about something that can’t be told, especially something that can’t be told to Violet.”

Ah, here it comes, so direct?

What can’t be told, and why must I keep it a secret from my guardian?

“That… shall we talk?”

“Being raised so freely by Wei Lin, you must feel quite aggrieved~ Would you like to accept my care? Before the three parties completely part ways, you still have a choice.”

The tone of the Executioner Lady was playful, like an elder teasing a younger one, yet it carried a hint of seriousness, not entirely in jest.

A myriad of doubts flashed through Chu Yan’s mind.

What three parties parting ways? The Executioner Lady, Wei Lin, and who is the third? What connection did they have in the past?

“I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand.”

“It’s alright if you don’t understand. After all, you’re not in a hurry to choose. Rather than taking you away secretly, I’d prefer to have you willingly fall into my arms in front of the other two. Their expressions would certainly be interesting~

Come, turn around, back towards me.”

Should I turn around?

If we’re talking unwritten rules… shouldn’t it be you turning around, or us facing each other?

Seeing Chu Yan standing there in a daze, the Executioner Lady’s rosy lips revealed a charming smile as she teased:

“What naughty things are you thinking about, hmm~? I’m going to wash your hair, just like Wei Lin did for you.”