Chapter 271 | Survival Guide for a Doomed Villain in the Academy Dungeon

“What kind of nonsense are you talking about? How have I not even spared my own maid?”

Greg looked utterly bewildered.

He thought back carefully. Ever since he had transmigrated into this world, he had been perfectly well-behaved toward Allie, never once laying a hand on her.

Furthermore, considering the gap in their strength, it was more likely she wouldn't spare him. How could he possibly be the aggressor?

Nightmare’s voice carried a hint of amusement, as if she were watching a play. “Oh, please. I saw it with my own eyes. While you were unconscious, that maid of yours took the initiative to kiss your lips.”

Greg’s expression froze.

His brain began to work at high speed, analyzing the credibility of Nightmare’s words.

Come to think of it, aside from that one time she had set him up with Veronica, the Saintess of the Holy Church of Light, Nightmare hadn't really lied to him about much else.

Besides, there didn't seem to be any benefit for her to lie about something like this.

So—this was most likely the truth.

“Are you sure you’re not lying?” Greg asked one last time to confirm.

Nightmare replied, “Of course. And her movements looked quite practiced. It definitely wasn't her first time doing something like that.”

“........”

Greg fell silent for a moment, silently digesting this information in his heart.

While he knew Allie had feelings for him, he hadn't expected her to have already gone this far.

For a moment, Greg’s emotions were complicated.

Originally, he had only wanted to save Allie and help her avoid a future filled with death; he hadn't thought much beyond that.

Now, that perception had been completely shattered by a single sentence from Nightmare, who had shown him a new possibility.

Greg slowly turned his head to look at Allie’s back as she stirred the soup.

The firelight reflected off her profile, outlining a soft and beautiful silhouette.

She was focused on stirring the pot, a few strands of dark-gold hair falling beside her face and swaying gently with her movements.

Sensing Greg’s gaze, Allie turned around, tilting her head slightly in confusion. She blinked her beautiful eyes, which were filled with puzzlement.

“What’s wrong? Did you starve yourself stupid?”

Looking at her defenseless, dazed expression, Greg’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

“...It’s nothing.”

He took a deep breath and looked away.

“She really is cute,” he thought to himself.

Even though Allie was just a supporting character in the original work, she possessed a beauty that wouldn't lose to any of the primary heroines.

That smooth, dark-gold hair, those clear eyes, that exquisite and somewhat playful face, combined with her usual sharp tongue and airheaded personality, created a unique charm.

As a total degenerate, Greg naturally wouldn't resist Allie’s behavior; in fact, he was even a little happy about it.

At the same time, however, he realized that another hurdle had been added to the route toward a perfect harem ending.

Soon, though, a sense of frustration welled up in Greg’s heart.

Because Allie had kissed him while he was completely unconscious, he hadn't felt a single thing.

He felt like he had suffered a massive loss on this deal.

Greg began to think seriously.

According to Nightmare, this wasn't the first time Allie had kissed him, yet he had never noticed.

In other words, she always waited until he was in a deep sleep before taking action.

So, Allie’s fetish... could it be the legendary ‘somnophilia’?

As a transmigrator who had been baptized by the era of the information explosion, Greg was quite inclusive when it came to various fetishes.

After all, he had lived in a world with an exceptionally rich variety of kinks in his past life. From small things like armpits and feet to larger categories like BDSM and NTR, he knew a bit about everything.

Therefore, in his view, somnophilia as a fetish was actually quite acceptable.

The only drawback was that even if he solved the problem of his Excalibur, he couldn't actively launch an attack on Allie.

Because according to her fetish, he had to be a sleeping person; she had to be the one to initiate the attack.

If the initiative wasn't in his hands, he didn't know how long he would have to wait before he could finally ‘devour’ Allie.

Just as Greg was feeling a bit regretful about this, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him.

“Wait, I can actually take the initiative!”

While the setting required him to be a sleeping person, he could use the method of seduction!

For example, he could find opportunities to purposefully sleep defenselessly in front of her, or wander around in front of her in loose pajamas, or say some ambiguous things before bed to let her imagination run wild...

That way, while it would still be her taking the initiative on the surface, in reality, he would be the one controlling when it started!

A bold plan began to take shape in Greg’s mind.

However, just as he was constructing the specific implementation details, Nightmare’s voice rang out at an inopportune moment.

“I don't care if you're in heat over human females, but have you forgotten what you should be doing right now?”

Greg was startled, then immediately snapped back to reality.

Right, he was still in the dungeon, and Vivian was still waiting for him to rescue her from her cell.

Now was indeed not the time to be thinking about these things.

He composed himself and replied in his mind, “Thanks for the reminder, Hajimi. But could you please stop reading my thoughts? I’m a dark-hearted... demigod, and I’m worried I might scare you.”

Nightmare seemed to take an interest. “Dark-hearted? Let me see...”

She was silent for a moment, then her tone carried a hint of confusion. “Hmm... Straw Hat Boy? What does that mean?”

Greg replied without changing his expression, “It’s the Pirate King. I once had the thought of becoming the Pirate King.”

Nightmare became even more confused. “What’s so dark about that?”

Greg said solemnly, “Even if it was just a thought that flashed through my mind once, it’s dark enough. So, don't investigate my inner heart next time, okay?”

While Greg was still talking nonsense to caution Nightmare, Allie’s voice came from behind him.

“The meat soup is ready!”

Greg turned around to see Allie carrying a small pot, walking toward him excitedly before placing it on the ground in front of him.

The pot contained a thick soup of an eerie violet color, with unrecognizable chunks floating on the surface.

But that purple broth, under the reflection of the firelight, actually shimmered with a layer of faint light. It looked both eerie and strangely beautiful.