This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir

Chapter 10

Naoiya blinked lazily, her beautiful but exhausted face revealing no emotion, and asked:

“What would you say to me?”

“I would tell you to give in!

Coming to the Dead Sea border means that everything outside is irrelevant to you now. Your past grievances, regrets, and sorrows, your past hometown, responsibilities, and nightmares, are all separated from you on that side.

Here, you only need to focus on making yourself happy.”

The female knight, with her striking features, got out of bed, took off her nightgown, and put on her knight’s armor. As she turned her back, her perfect waist and hip line was revealed, along with her slender waist and the plump, round buttocks, which were surprisingly connected to the full, rounded buttocks hidden under the armor.

Naoiya was adjusting her clothes in front of the mirror, saying:

“Lord, you’re making me sound like someone who can’t let go of the past and is being held back by it, like a pitiful insect.”

Chu Yan’s eyes widened in surprise, unsure if he had drooled a little, and wiped his mouth cautiously before returning to his serious, upright expression, saying:

“Then let me rephrase.

Miss Naoiya, the crimes that outsiders have condemned you for are, in my opinion, utterly insignificant. Would you like to become my companion?

I’m afraid that if the trial fails, I’ll be sent to the Saintly Temple to be a dragon.”

Naoiya hadn’t expected to hear these words from Chu Yan again, but her mood had changed.

The words that she could have spoken without hesitation last time were now hesitant, taking two seconds to come out.

“Sorry…”

“Uh?”

Chu Yan was taken back, finding it strange that the atmosphere was so suitable and yet she was still refusing.

Just as he was unable to figure out what was going on with his sister, Naoiya revealed a complex expression of being both unwilling and unable to give in, saying:

“You’re just trying to use the name of companion to permanently occupy the room and bed, aren’t you?

We had agreed last time that I would help you, but you have to reduce the time spent in bed by one hour in advance. Don’t think you can take advantage of me and have a king’s meal and sleep in a king’s bed.”

Chu Yan helplessly laughed and then regretted:

“Damn it, I’ve been caught out by Naoiya again. Is my sense of alarm too strong? Will I have no friends?”

Outside the window, the noise gradually grew louder.

Baron Pico, despite his indifference to John’s fate, knew that John’s current state could tarnish his prestige. It meant his authority at the Dead Sea border was no longer unchallenged.

Transactions that once bore his nod were considered supreme decrees, but now, Chu Yan could easily veto them.

“Quickly pull John out of the slime creature!”

He barked orders to his subordinates. John, soaked in the muddy slime, was barely clinging to life.

Rescued, he was barely conscious, gasping for salvation.

Chu Yan arrived “fashionably late” and questioned:

“Baron Pico, what is this mess? I don’t care about this man’s identity outside, but he dared to barge into my bedroom and resort to violence. By saving him, are you condoning the assailant?”

With the “mid-term inspection” executioner due to arrive in a day or two, Baron Pico dared not stir up significant conflict at this time.

Especially not over such accusations of assault.

Local minor nobles not cooperating with the new lord was a minor issue; it could be said that the lord was weak and lacked authority.

But if the executioner learned of an assassination attempt on the dragon-blooded lord with concrete evidence, the problem would be grave.

He feigned a smile, quickly concocting an excuse:

“John claimed that the Loweland territory was plagued by monsters, the people were suffering, and there were no connections to hire powerful adventurers. Therefore, he paid me bail to temporarily take Shanoa away, promising to return her once the matter was settled.

My heart couldn’t bear to see the distant populace in distress, so I indulged him. I never expected John to act so recklessly!”

Baron Pico had his men bring out several chests of newly acquired treasure, placing them before Chu Yan, indicating he would handle the matter.

At the same time, he summoned a commoner who had stayed with John at the inn.

The commoner, from the Loweland territory, bore the face of a man worn by the hardships of life.

Upon seeing Shanoa, he knelt down, pleading tearfully:

“Miss Shanoa, please return to Loweland and clear out the monster nests. The crops have failed, the count’s taxes are heavy, and we can’t survive like this!”

This whole act?

Now they come to morally blackmail, wanting to exploit Shanoa’s strength for free, when I haven’t had my fill of it yet. What business is it of theirs?

These people, upon realizing the cost of hiring adventurers was added to their taxes, now come to play the pity card, to act out their sob stories. If only they had been willing to speak a few true words for Shanoa in front of the Sanctuary of Laws, instead of hastily taking sides, perhaps they could have earned some sympathy.

Among the commoners and the Loweland family, there might be some who didn’t speak ill of Shanoa, who chose to look away and preserve their own safety.

But what does that have to do with Shanoa now?

“Go back, let your count’s his deal with all this.”

Shanoa said to the commoner, her tone calm and indifferent, somewhat letting go of the past beyond the Dead Sea border.

“But Miss Shanoa, the taxes spread among us commoners are too heavy, we won’t even have enough to survive the winter!”

The commoner continued his lament, crawling towards the knight, begging for mercy.

Shanoa wanted to say more, but Chu Yan stopped her, signaling with his eyes: I will handle this.

Then, he took a few steps back, giving himself a running start, and with a powerful sprint, he delivered a flying kick straight into John’s body.

John had barely recovered when he was sent flying like a dead dog once again.

The kick seemed heavy, yet it was not light.

Having kicked John, Chu Yan resumed his warm-up run-up, targeting the “sufferer” responsible for the melodramatic scenes.

He sneered:

“If life is too much to bear, then die. You chose to protect yourself and watch from the sidelines, now keep it up. Why does it hurt when the taxes are high?

Come on, let’s see if you can run out of Elysium City faster, or if I can kick you out faster!”

Under Chu Yan’s intimidation, the commoner and the lackey from Loweland fled in panic, dragging John’s body and plowing a long furrow on the ground.

Baron Pico was about to leave when Chu Yan stopped him and asked amiably:

“Baron Pico, did you forget to bring three chests of gold coins? When John barged into my bedroom just now, he claimed he had brought five chests of treasures to redeem Shanoa.”

Faced with this blatant extortion, Baron Pico had no choice but to swallow his anger. After ordering the money to be delivered, he left in painful resignation.

Looking at the five large treasure chests, Chu Yan felt incredibly elated, thinking this was the smoothest his days had been since being coerced by Aunt Isa!

Janet, wearing a crop-top leather jacket, appeared. Seeing Chu Yan’s successful extortion, she said, surprised yet amused:

“Young lord, I thought you were a tame little lamb at first. How have you adapted so quickly here?”

Chu Yan, feigning innocence, spread his hands:

“I feel I’m just conforming to local customs, respecting the local folk culture, starting from practical work, coming from the masses, going to the masses, blending in with the nobility.”

Blending in (in the physical sense)

……

Nighttime.

Chu Yan and Shanoa continued to sleep under the same blanket, the large hole in the window unrepaired, the cold sea breeze whistling through the night. Chu Yan shivered slightly, the blanket feeling so thin at this moment.

Although magic could maintain body temperature, it couldn’t provide a comfortable sleeping state.

Especially at the Dead Sea border, adjacent to the ocean, the sea breeze was outrageously strong!

Under this cold wind, the female bed companion was like a furnace, occasionally radiating bursts of warmth, tempting Chu Yan to move closer.

“Shanoa, you’ve been asleep all day, and since you can’t sleep anyway, why not fix the window?”

The lady knight’s domestic skills were quite high, after all, she had taken care of herself for many years.

But Shanoa was merciless:

“Let’s settle the accounts clearly, your bed’s usage period is reduced by one day.”

That heartless?

Chu Yan no longer hoped for the window to be fixed. Giving up the illusion, he moved directly next to Shanoa, his arm touching her soft skin.

“…Then I choose to warm up next to you.”

Shanoa extended a pale finger and wrote the character “正” on Chu Yan’s cheek, saying:

“Even this must be accounted for, deducting a day.”

Chu Yan, having already done his calculations, was plotting the day he would hand over the house keys, coinciding with the end of his trial, and he would joyfully make his escape.

But now, with Xia Nuoya’s method of bookkeeping, he feared he would be sleeping on the floor within days.

“Then let’s deduct a day first!”

Chu Yan painfully accepted this transaction, and then in the cocoon of blankets, he embraced the knight’s graceful and delicate body.

The warmth carrying the scent of her body instantly dispelled the chill, her curves pressing against him, the impact from her physique was incredibly intense.

It seemed like not a day was lost!

Chapter Nine: Days of Peace, The Nightmare Yet to Come

Chu Yan and Xia Nuoya were very compatible physically, especially when it came to sleep.

Xia Nuoya was not fond of sleeping, but during these days of discomfort from black magic, sleep was the best medicine.

Chu Yan himself had rushed through storms to reach the Dead Sea border, and upon arrival, he hadn’t rested properly, always running around busy. Now that he had completed the first phase of important work, he felt guilty not catching up on sleep .

Thus, after sending away visitors like the distant John, Chu Yan and Xia Nuoya were always sleeping.

Apart from eating and drinking water in between, the two were almost constantly nestled in the blankets, fostering an atmosphere of mutual encouragement that screamed “never abandon, never give up.”

After lazing around for nearly three days, Chu Yan finally had his fill of sleep.

Opening his eyes, he stretched, shivering as his arm met the cold breeze coming through the window. Chu Yan quickly retreated back under the covers, his arms once again wrapping around the plump softness of Xia Nuoya.

However, Chu Yan glanced at the woman, meeting her bright eyes—she was already awake.

In fact, Xia Nuoya had woken up when her discomfort ended, which was already half a day ago.

She had intended to get out of bed and move around, but Chu Yan held her too tightly, and seeing how soundly he slept, Xia Nuoya didn’t wake him, just waited for him to open his eyes.

In the brief silence, their noses were inches apart, faintly capturing the warm rhythm of each other’s breath.

Chu Yan was the first to break the silence.

“Yo, good morning, Xia Nuoya.”

“Good morning, Chu Yan.”

The knight’s way of addressing him seemed to have jumped directly from lord to first-name basis, which Chu Yan didn’t mind, but Xia Nuoya’s gaze made him uneasy.

“Let me guess, Xia Nuoya, you didn’t just watch me after waking up, calculating the ‘bill,’ did you?”

“Of course, it seems you’re quite aware of our agreement, Chu Yan. Considering the time you embraced me for warmth, you might as well sleep on the floor tonight~”

Chu Yan’s good mood upon waking vanished, a dark cloud looming over his heart, and he argued with reason:

“This can’t be calculated like this, there was no mention of how long each embrace should last, right? So, these days of rest can only count as one day!”

The law does not retroactively apply, and this principle holds true in this world as well.

“One embrace, deducting one day’s co-sleeping quota,” it can’t suddenly change to “one hour of embrace, deducting a day’s co-sleeping quota,” right?

But, embracing Xia Nuoya for warmth for three days and in the end, only counting it as one embrace, indeed wasn’t very honorable. However, from his own standpoint, Chu Yan’s strategy was always to play the stubborn card.

Unless I sleep on the floor, who can bear this?

Xanoya didn’t want to waste her breath arguing with him, and straightforwardly declared she wouldn’t pursue it, saying:

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