Villain Simulator-Chapter 138: Riling Up The Sissy Alex

The weekend passed, and the first class finally arrived.

I quietly opened the back door and walked in to find a seat.

—Wait, is he the one?

With each step, I could hear students murmuring.

—He doesn’t look like a commoner. How did he score that high? Did he cheat?

—You sure he didn’t seduce the supervisors in the entrance exams?

Ignoring the expected chatter, I scanned the room for my target and settled into a seat near the corner.

"Why are you sitting here?"

The question came suddenly, in a high-pitched, feminine voice.

Turning my head, as I had expected, my target—a slender man with long black hair, a feminine face with eyelashes and lipstick, and a skirt—appeared in front of me.

Disgust appeared in my expression, and words flowed out of my mouth naturally.

"Ewww, are you a sissy?!"

"W-what the hell did you say?"

Indeed, he was the sissy—Alex Clinton, the younger brother of Jessica Clinton, whom I had encountered at the restaurant just a week ago.

Given that I was the one who defeated Rosalie in the entrance exams and that I already had a falling out with his sister, I knew why this sissy was jumping and screaming as though his butt had caught fire.

His sister may have already found out my identity and told him.

But this was precisely the outcome I had anticipated—why else would I willingly take a seat beside him?

’Hehehe.’

I chuckled inwardly, maintaining a mockingly disgusted expression on the outside as I scolded him back.

"I said if you have a problem, sissy, go somewhere else. Had I known someone mentally unstable was sitting beside me, I would have chosen another seat."

My voice was purposefully loud, ensuring the whole class heard it, which caused them to murmur among themselves and point their fingers at Alex, who had tick marks appearing on his forehead.

His face flushed crimson, and he was on the edge of an explosion.

Raging and ready to throw himself at me, he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"BASTARD! How dare you?!"

"Why don’t I dare?"

Similarly, I was also anticipating his first move so I could use his attack as a pretext to humiliate him.

Unfortunately, before he could explode,

"Alex, sit back."

Rosalie’s voice sliced through the tension from another corner, deflating Alex’s anger like a punctured balloon.

Even so, he continued to look at me menacingly.

"Humph, I will see you later, bastard..."

But how could I let him leave just like that?

I needed to rile him up further so he’d have more reason to complain to his big sister later.

"You appear more like the result of a mishap to me, sissy. So kindly, fuck off."

"What did you say?!"

"Is the damage to your brain hindering your ability to comprehend a single sentence?"

"Y-you!"

"Alex! I said, Come back. Can’t you hear me?!"

"Y-yes, Rosalie, I heard you. I’m coming..."

Left with no other choice, the sissy Alex could only swallow his rage and sit on another empty seat away from me.

I was finally left alone in the corner with an empty seat beside me that no one dared to sit on.

Enjoying the time alone before class started, I looked around the class hall, where everyone was secretly glancing at me in a group of threes and fours.

Since most of them were from prominent families and had known each other since long ago, they already had their own circles.

I was the only outcast here.

But I didn’t mind.

’Only Hyenas comes in a group; Lion stands alone, you fuckers.’

The minutes ticked by as I daydreamed, and then the door to the classroom swung wide, revealing an obsidian-like, long-haired beauty with an otherworldly appearance.

It was none other than our homeroom teacher, Isabella Jane.

"Everyone, sit down and take your seat."

Her tone was firm, like that of a soldier’s command.

Sitting in the corner of the classroom, I glanced around until I met Rosalie’s icy gaze.

Naturally, I passed it by with no acknowledgment whatsoever, as if she had never existed.

In that moment,

Creak!

The backdoor of the hall opened again, and the bob-cut, punk-style beauty Veena, with her big boobs, multiple nose and ear piercings, and the cuffs of her sleeves folded up, came in.

"Sorry."

"Late on the first day?"

Isabella’s brows furrowed as she addressed Veena from the podium, drawing the attention of all the students.

Veena bowed her head slightly.

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"I apologize."

"I’ll let it slide this time, but there will be penalties from the next class onwards."

Fortunately for Veena, Isabella didn’t scold her further.

"Yes. Thank you."

Veena offered a slight nod of gratitude, relieved at the leniency shown by Isabella.

Without a word more, Veena took the only available seat; naturally, it was the one beside me.

’Perfect. Hehe.’

My plan was 60% complete, and I greeted her cheerfully.

"We meet again."

"Huh? Oh, it is you. Hello."

"Hello."

That was all for our conversation as Veena focused on Professor Isabella, but I wasn’t disappointed and also focused on Isabella, who shouted.

"Open the study material, everyone."

Even without checking the timetable, I knew the subject:

[Efficient Control of Magical Power]—Professor Isabella Jane.

This was a newly established practice course that had been designated as a required subject across all faculties, thanks to the dean’s strong determination.

It was a subject that was far from this world, where stronger, more magical power was a virtue.

The main purpose of this subject was to efficiently handle minute mana.

Because of this, not many people liked this subject since most thought about how to increase their magic power rather than better control it.

That was understandable, though, given how quickly Chaos had been eroding this planet.

’In the absence of divine-type classes, only a large amount of mana can be used to push away the Chaos energy.’

Furthermore, instead of concentrating on the limited magical power, it was more comfortable and effective to utilize cool firepower spell manifestations if your magical power was higher.

As a result, the attraction to more magical power was obvious, which also made some individuals unable to understand the significance of better control.

"Professor! Why I have to take this class is beyond me! As our magic characteristic increases, doesn’t our control over it naturally rise as well?"

The ugly, fat girl, who looked like a middle-aged woman, let out a loud cry out of nowhere.

Even though I knew it was her natural voice, I still found it annoying.

However, before Professor Isabella could respond to the fat bimbo, Sissy Alex, who had his butt on fire, jumped up and interjected in his "wonderful" voice.

"Hannah! Don’t say that. This subject is, um... Yes, isn’t it for commoners like Adrian who don’t have much mana?"

Alex shouted and looked at me provocatively.

I knew he already knew about me.

Because of his sudden yell, all eyes were focused on me.

—Who is Adrian? Oh, him, the one who aced the entrance?

—But why did Alex say Adrian didn’t have much mana? Isn’t he strong since he’s at the top of the S-tier?

The murmurs spread throughout the hall, and I also added in some of my kind words.

"Everyone, let’s just ignore this guy. We all know he’s a bit... slow on the uptake, so it’s no surprise if he struggles with common sense."

Everyone started laughing at my comments and actions as I pointed at my head and made a screw-loosening gesture while gesturing toward Alex with my eyes.

Even the people who looked down on me as a commoner couldn’t help but laugh and sneer at Alex.

To be honest, in the beginning I insulted Alex to rile him up, but looking at how this guy was acting, he did seem to be mentally unstable.

’Hehehe... I bet he will be even more unstable when he knows how I made his sister my personal cumdump and even steals his crush, Veena.’

Being a sissy, Alex had no interest in regular girls, but he also struggled with guys because of Rosalie’s hatred toward them.

In such a setting, Veena, who came from a prominent family but lived like a tomboy, appealed to this sissy in a unique way.

Of course, Veena was way out of this sissy’s league.

Aside from that, she had her own problems in life and had no time for relationships.

I just felt pity for this mentally handicapped Alex.

’Poor Alex will have to wear a green hat on top of that sissy title over his head. Hahaha.’

I chuckled in my heart, feeling no pity at all, and focused back on the class.

While the majority of the students laughed at Alex, there were a few in the class who did not laugh because of Rosalie.

One of them was Rosalie herself.

Rather, she even glared at Alex as if she had been insulted because of him.

It was such hostility that it made Alex shiver from fright.

But then, Professor Isabella, who had crossed her arms and was silently observing the students talking, opened her mouth.

"What are the names of the two of you?"

"This is Hannah."

"I am Alex."

"Good. Two of you come down here and attack me with all your might."

"Is that okay?"

"Dumb bitch, you think you can even harm me? Shut up and attack."

"...."