Chapter 181 | Reincarnated as a Prince in a Twisted Fairy Tale World

Viviana looked toward the indignant Yusewood and tilted her head.

"What is the matter? Have you two never engaged in such play before?"

The silver-gray haired princess crossed her arms and shook her head: "Of course not. Bathing together... is still far too early."

"That is truly a pity. It should have been the most anticipated part of the experience."

"Besides, it is not too early at all. Can you not see it? Faust is already a full-grown man. As a male, he is already completely qualified."

Viviana’s expression remained indifferent, and she shook her head again, correcting herself:

"No, calling him 'qualified' is an understatement. Even looking across all of humanity, Faust is the most excellent male specimen."

"And I simply want him to realize this as soon as possible and build an awareness of being a superior male. Is that not a good thing?"

Even in a dream where you hold the dominant position, you still insist on defending the prince? Viviana, you really are...

Faust was genuinely touched.

But Yusewood was clearly at her breaking point:

"You... you are simply outrageous! Is your method of nurturing him really to force those... those filthy, lewd thoughts into his mind?!"

"Faust is not yet at that age..."

"I suspect it is not that you resist such interactions, but simply that you do not wish for us to be the ones doing them, is that right?"

Viviana saw through Yusewood’s thoughts in an instant; it seemed that in this dream world, her subconscious from reality was still exerting its influence.

Come to think of it, did Viviana actually realize the Royal Sister’s feelings? I have a feeling she did.

"Mmm..."

The silver-gray haired princess was left speechless and could only watch helplessly as Viviana picked up Faust, and the three witches walked into the bathroom together.

The cold and elegant princess’s sage-blue eyes were no longer as calm as they once were. Listening to the laughter echoing from the bathroom, she gripped her skirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Such a detestable feeling; why is it so familiar?

The things she cherished, the things she valued, were being slowly painted over with unfamiliar colors.

This sensation... is so nauseating.

And just as Faust was immersed in the company of his big sisters, Mephistopheles said happily:

【That is right, just like that! Faust, keep up the effort. The framework of this script world has loosened significantly. With your perception of time, it will take only a few days to finish analyzing it and return with a full load.】

【Create more fear and anxiety, even if it means collapsing this script entirely, it does not matter.】

Sigh, is it really okay to persecute the Royal Sister like this?

Faust’s feeling of shame lasted only a short time. He remembered the cold shoulder Yusewood used to give him without a word, and his guilt instantly dissipated.

A riddler deserves exactly this!

In the days that followed, Faust truly grasped the enthusiasm of the young women.

Although the personalities and experiences of Viviana and the others were vastly different, their expectations for Faust were surprisingly consistent.

They hoped the prince would be more romantic, more love-struck, and more charming.

To be fair, no one had ever placed utilitarian expectations on Faust, demanding that he achieve specific goals or provide lavish conditions.

They did not care about the character, ideals, or future development of their lover; as long as they could have fun and be happy, that was enough.

And this indifferent attitude made the bystander, Yusewood, even more restless.

Enough! That is quite enough! You lot!

Stop interfering with my cultivation plan for Faust!

This child... should be the most noble and legendary hero: brave and fearless, introspective and self-disciplined, passionate toward friends, and faithful in love.

An embodiment of virtue, a manifestation of purity.

Just like the perfect hero in legendary tales; it was supposed to be that way.

Yusewood was in agony. The younger brother she had meticulously nurtured was gradually deviating from the intended trajectory and becoming vulgar. It felt like a profanation, as if the sanctity within her heart were gathering dust.

This anxiety... why does it feel so real?!

It is as if this has happened before. I truly do not want that to happen!

"Enough!"

Having endured for days, Yusewood finally reached her limit and stepped in front of Faust.

The silver-gray haired princess ignored everyone else, her gaze locked directly on the youth, her voice carrying a fragile, earnest quality:

"Faust, you... you tell me yourself. What is it that you truly want? Is it their shameless, decadent teachings, or is it the quiet, peaceful study and life here with your sister?"

Faust looked at Yusewood’s beautiful face, which was a mixture of anger, heartache, expectation, and a trace of barely perceptible panic.

Ho ho ho, a self-delivered execution, then do not blame me for being heartless.

He first offered Yusewood a well-behaved smile, tinged with reliance and a hint of unease.

"Sister Yuse..."

The delicate youth spoke softly:

"I like the knowledge you teach me. And I also feel very at peace when I am with you."

Yusewood’s expression softened slightly, and a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes.

But immediately after, Faust changed his tone, his gaze shifting away, his cheeks flushing slightly, and his voice dropping lower:

"However... Sister Viviana’s words also seem to make sense. She takes me to do things that are very, very comfortable."

He perfectly mimicked a teenage boy’s confusion regarding his own changes, mixed with a hint of infatuation driven by beauty.

"As for Sister Selena..."

Faust mentioned the black-haired princess, a trace of embarrassment showing on his face from being teased, yet there was no genuine resentment in his eyes:

"Although she is always teasing me, I do not dislike it."

"And Sister Alkin... staying with her is purely enjoyable."

Faust concluded:

"Being with you is also quite good, it is just a little... not very relaxing."

The ultimate insult!

"!!"

Yusewood’s complexion turned deathly pale, and her body swayed almost imperceptibly.

In her sage-blue eyes, the glimmer of hope was completely extinguished, replaced by a sense of extreme humiliation and gloom.

【That is enough. Her consciousness is entirely focused on you; she has not noticed my infiltration at all. The data for this script world has been fully packaged, and I estimate it cannot last much longer.】

"Boom—"

As Mephistopheles’s words faded, as if to confirm the fairy’s prediction, the entire world began to crumble.

...

"Mmm..."

The morning light spilled onto his eyelids, and the warm temperature caused Faust to open his eyes.

The first thing he saw was Snow White’s breathtaking, absolute beauty. Behind him, he felt the touch of furry animal ears, and Viviana was hugging his thigh.