"Yessssss! Hurry up and choose C! I wanna see the MC roughly squeeze her chest, woo~"

"Option A is so perverted! A bad woman mocking a pure-hearted boy like that feels amazing~ I’m choosing A! I’m choosing A!"

"Shouldn’t we pick B? Telling the MC about the engagement might actually help the streamer out!"

"Oh my god, such kind viewers exist? But I’d rather see the MC’s utterly shocked face when the female lead says she’s getting married. I’m choosing B too!"

"The loli senior’s about to panic! Any option causes massive trouble, haha~"

Watching the scrolling comments, the corner of Olivia’s mouth twitched. But… they’re right!

Every single option was a huge problem!

Olivia felt targeted by the system. Worse, she couldn’t even decide which to pick…

But it didn’t matter anymore. Whichever she chose, she’d die of embarrassment in front of Gawain. Haha… ha… wah—

What kind of ideas were these? Not normal human thoughts. Each one was heavier than the last…

Take A first: the Foolish Hero’s size was just average, totally mismatched with his tree-like height. Coldworm Grass did have aphrodisiac effects, but… hmph, why should his size matter to her? She didn’t care at all!

She… didn’t want to end up like Jitou San, using it to mock and humiliate him…

Then C… even wilder. That morning’s mess… she’d never shamelessly bring it up herself. If Gawain accidentally mentioned it later, she’d bury him alive to silence him!

This was something that must be forgotten! Absolutely! How could it resurface? Grope her chest… better to touch a tombstone!

Finally… only B remained. Hmm… she didn’t want Gawain involved in her affairs, but compared to those two options making her sound like a desperate woman, B seemed almost normal.

Besides, at least the first half was true…

But again, she couldn’t decide. Whatever won, she had to obey—or else…

The task punishment: being sold to a brothel… hiss, that was scary—

Olivia watched the voting screen nervously. The live stream’s vote lasted only ten seconds, and the three options stayed neck and neck.

At the last second, Option B narrowly won by two percent!

*Ding dong! Voting ended. Host, choose Option B to explain to the male lead. Time limit: 00:02:59!*

"Damn, why B!"

"Shit, the trolls’ votes got split between A and C."

"Wahhh, can’t see her willingly offer her chest~"

Hehe~

Seeing the disappointed comments, Olivia felt happy. Actually, this explanation wasn’t bad. Telling him she had a fiancé—would this Foolish Hero still pester her~?

Unless he liked married women…

The Bluehaired Loli lifted her head, determined to use that unseen old nobleman as a shield. She looked at him seriously.

"Because… I’m getting married. I’m already engaged. Buying Coldworm Grass seeds as dowry…"

"W-What?"

Just as expected, Gawain froze after hearing the loli senior’s words, eyes blank. But after a moment, the Foolish Hero cleared his throat twice, feigning calm. He put on a gossipy act.

"R-Really? Senior, who is he? Your lover? Or…"

"No lover. A noble. A big noble. I’ll be a rich wife! So curious… wanna be part of my dowry?"

The Bluehaired Loli’s lips curled slightly. Seeing him unconsciously touch his nose, eyes darting, she knew he was faking calm. Inside, he was panicking…

So… he cared that much? Those little hidden feelings—she knew him too well to miss them.

The way he hid it… was kinda cute.

Olivia was puzzled. Why would this bit-part villain, meant to be minor in the game’s plot, make the foolish male lead care so much? Was helping yesterday a mistake?

But it didn’t matter. She’d use this chance to shake off yesterday’s consequences…

As for the Coldworm Grass seeds—if not Gawain’s money, uh…

Ah! Olivia had a flash of inspiration. A solid plan formed.

The Bluehaired Loli cleared her throat twice, cutting off Gawain’s reply.

"Enough! I’ll be a rich lady soon. Don’t think about lending me money—I’ve got a way to buy that batch! You leave now. Go to class. And guard that thirty thousand dollars well, or you’ll end up with nothing."

After warning Gawain, Olivia strode toward the inn. Passing his shoulder, she heard him mutter softly:

"Senior… do you… like that noble?"

Olivia stopped behind him without turning. She gave a bitter smile.

"Never met him. Would you like someone you don’t know?"

She walked away, leaving Gawain alone. He turned quickly, watching the Bluehaired Loli’s graceful back, lost in thought…

…

So… was senior forced into a political marriage?

Kind, cute, gentle senior Olivia—marrying someone she disliked, someone unknown?

Her last words gripped his heart. He started worrying.

Perhaps… it wasn’t just worry. Gawain examined himself.

Did he and senior truly know each other? Now? Or before yesterday’s auditorium incident…

No!

Gawain shook his head, heart in turmoil. He reminded himself: I’m just grateful for her help yesterday. That’s why I want to help her.

Yes. That was his purpose.

The Hero took a deep breath. He needed to learn more about senior. He didn’t even know if she’d accept being a sacrifice in this marriage.

Where to ask… not senior herself—she’d been cold to him. Who else?

Gawain’s thoughts turned to someone inseparable from Olivia…

The Duke’s daughter—

Natasha!