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Of course, Park Se-hee was angry.

When we worked together at the company, I had seen her get angry a few times.

One time was when she went to protest to another department over a document issue.

I don’t remember the exact details, but the other department tried to pin the blame on us when it wasn’t our fault.

Luckily, Park Se-hee had recorded everything beforehand. If it weren’t for that, we would’ve been in big trouble.

When Park Se-hee systematically refuted their claims and played the recording, the people from the other department, who had been furious, suddenly went silent. To them, Park Se-hee said:

“Do your job properly. You son of a…!”

Everyone in the room probably knew she was about to say “son of a b*tch” but stopped herself.

Another time, when a middle-aged manager made a sexually suggestive remark, Park Se-hee destroyed his ego with a smile and said:

“Son of a… I mean, Manager. Please keep talking like that. Okay? I need you to, so I can sue you.”

Park Se-hee, who always held back from saying “son of a b*tch,” finally said it for the first time.

They say that when someone who rarely gets angry finally does, it’s terrifying. Park Se-hee was exactly like that.

Even Helga was intimidated by Park Se-hee’s fiery wrath. Her anger was so intense that I started to suspect she might have the “Wrath” personality trait like me.

Honestly, even I would’ve been furious in that situation. The sofa and carpet were soaked with cola, and the clothes were completely drenched. For the landlord, it was a disaster. Just thinking about cleaning it all up makes me want to escape reality.

“My back hurts…”

Helga, who was mopping, groaned while rubbing her back.

Park Se-hee was showering with Bella, Blanshe, and Wendy. There was no bathhouse, but thankfully the shower room was big enough to fit four people.

Meanwhile, Helga, the culprit of the cola disaster, was punished with cleaning the entire living room.

It’s only natural karma… or so I thought, but for some reason, I was treated as an accomplice and had to help her clean.

If I were still under the influence of the “Pride” personality trait, I would’ve never done something like mopping. No, I couldn’t have. Tristan’s body, filled with “Pride,” would’ve refused.

But now, freed from the curse, my body had no choice but to accept the labor. I’m not sure if I should be happy about this or not…

“Ugh, this is annoying. We could clean this up with magic in no time…”

“Don’t even think about using magic. In this world, we have to restrain ourselves from using magic as much as possible.”

Unlike our original world, there’s no mana source here. So, we can only rely on the magic power within our bodies. Considering the magic power we’ll need to return, it’s best to avoid using magic as much as possible.

Since going back just to change clothes would be a waste of time and magic power, we decided to wash up at Park Se-hee’s officetel. We were planning to buy clothes from this world anyway, so there was no need to return.

Ah, of course, we used magic to clean the sofa and carpet, which were hard to clean, making them look brand new. For the rest, we decided to clean by hand, even if it took some effort.

“Master~ Can you rub my back?”

Helga lay flat on the floor, belly down, and whined.

“Stop exaggerating, Helga.”

“But my back hurts so much I can’t mop, Master.”

“Don’t change how you address me. We’re not even married yet.”

“Tristan…?”

“Don’t call me by my name.”

“Then… hey?”

“Do you want to die?”

“Tch. So unfair. Why can the Princess call you that but not me?”

“Bella is older than me, and you’re younger, so no.”

“Ugh… Count. You’re such a boomer.”

I flinched.

When I was Jeong Ji-hwan, I was in my 30s, so being called a boomer wouldn’t have been unfair. But now, in Tristan’s body, I’m not at an age where being called a boomer makes sense.

“Could it be that my way of speaking gives it away?”

Helga, who was studying my expression, giggled.

“Hehe… Just kidding. I was curious how you’d react, Count.”

Helga turned her head to look up at me. Her uniform skirt was so short that her underwear was clearly visible from this angle… No, she probably planned it that way. She’s always trying to appeal to me like this.

“Stop slacking off and clean.”

“I’ll clean if you rub my back, Count.”

With her being this stubborn, I had no choice. Reluctantly, I placed my hands on her back and started massaging.

“Ah… Feels so good. Hehe… It’s quite rare to see you cleaning or massaging like this, Count.”

“In this country, no one cleans for you. There are no servants here.”

“Hmm… An equal society, huh… You were alone here, right?”

“Yeah.”

“…You must’ve been lonely.”

Helga’s voice softened. She’s under the impression that I came to this world as a test subject for Milliam’s experiments. She thinks that I, a noble, suffered greatly here, and that’s why she’s worried.

“No, I wasn’t lonely.”

“Because of Park Se-hee?”

“Not just that…”

“Kinda frustrating.”

“What?”

“Just…”

Helga muttered with a pout.

“That woman knows sides of you that I don’t. It makes me jealous. Am I being weird?”

The emotion Helga is feeling right now is jealousy. It’s an ugly, inferiority-driven emotion, but it’s one I can’t hate.

Of course, part of it might be because I possess the “Jealousy” personality trait…

But I believe that jealousy, along with the other deadly sins, is a natural human emotion. Some might despise it as ugly and dirty, but without such emotions, humans couldn’t survive.

In a way, having these emotions is what makes us human.

The reason I see characters like Bella and Helga as more than just fictional characters, but as living humans, is because they too possess these ugly emotions.

And acknowledging and accepting that is what brings us closer to being truly “human.”

I chuckled.

“It’s not weird at all.”

“Right? Then rub my back because I’m jealous.”

From jealousy to a massage request, huh? Well, this level of jealousy is still cute.

As I started massaging her back in earnest, Helga let out a satisfied, flirtatious moan.

“Ah…! There…! Ah! That feels good! Ah!”

“I get that it feels good, but can you keep it down?”

“Don’t men like this kind of thing?”

“…I don’t know what kind of men you’re used to, but at least for me, I don’t find this particularly appealing.”

“Huh… Why not?”

“It’s undignified. I prefer dignified women.”

“So, you like the Princess more than me because she’s dignified?”

“…Why are we even talking about this?”

“Come on… You’ve been with the Princess all day today.”

A shadow fell over Helga’s face.

Now that I think about it, she’s not just jealous of Park Se-hee but also Bella. Or maybe she’s self-conscious about being called undignified.

“And the two of you were all lovey-dovey… If others saw you, they’d think you were already married.”

“No, that’s…”

“And you did it right in front of me.”

“…We’re about to get married, so it’s natural.”

“I’m about to get married too, you know?”

“……”

Uh… She’s got a point. I have nothing to say.

Thinking about it, Helga had every right to be upset.

Bella and I have been very open with each other in front of others. On the other hand, Helga and I haven’t been like that. Probably because, before being lovers, we have a master-servant relationship.

Of course, Helga’s free-spirited nature also played a part. I’ve had to reprimand her often, which made our interactions colder. It’s not entirely my fault. If I let her loose, she’d just cause more trouble, so it’s hard to be nice.

“Then, Count.”

Helga got up from the floor and sat on a nearby chair.

“If I act as dignified as the Princess, will you like me more?”

“I don’t think you need to force yourself. You have your own charm.”

“Come on, you just said you like dignified women.”

“…Well, that’s true.”

“So, if I, who’s already charming, start acting dignified, I can surpass the Princess, right?”

This isn’t math.

“Stop talking nonsense…”

“Fine.”

Helga coldly cut me off, crossed her legs the other way, and suddenly stuck her foot in my face.

“…What?”

“Suck it.”

“What?”

Her toes were visible through her cola-soaked stockings.

“Suck it. My foot.”

“Helga, you…”

“What are you doing? Are you rejecting my offer?”

Helga suddenly wiped the smile off her face and wiggled her foot in front of me. It’s like she’s possessed by some queen… No, wait, is she…?

Do you think this is dignified behavior?

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“Um, I can wash myself…”

“Come on, our little lady needs me to wash her.”

The bathroom was filled with warm steam.

In the shower booth, Park Se-hee and Wendy were already showering.

Next to them, in the changing room, Bella, in her underwear, and Blanshe, in a full-body suit, were waiting for their turn.

The bathroom in Park Se-hee’s officetel was quite spacious. Of course, it’s only spacious compared to the average officetel bathroom—it’s not big enough for four people to shower at once. So, we decided to take turns in pairs.

“Hmm. So this is what commoners’ bathrooms are like in this country?”

Bella looked around the bathroom and shared her thoughts.

“The facilities are clean, but it’s so small. It’s almost like a prison.”

“Hey, Bella? I can hear you, you know?”

“…You have sharp ears.”

Bella glanced at Blanshe, who was standing across from her. With her outer clothes removed, Blanshe was only wearing a full-body suit, revealing her toned figure.

She’s been wearing this suit almost every day since we started working in the northern region. She started wearing it because it’s easy to move in, but given the nature of the outfit, it naturally drew attention.

Of course, she wasn’t just wearing the suit—she had shorts and a martial arts uniform over it—but her figure was still too stimulating for the men around her.

“Blanshe.”

“Yes, my lady.”

Her loyal friend and confidant, Blanshe, responded to her call as usual.

“I don’t like it when people make excuses about themselves.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“What do you think?”

“Playing dumb…”

Bella sighed. Then, she finally voiced the question she’d been holding onto.

“Blanshe, you like Tristan, don’t you?”

 

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