The Billionaire's Brat Wants Me-Chapter 29: Happy With Your Face, Not With the Attention

If I had a dollar for every time I got a weird look today... I’d probably still be broke.

But I’d also have a minor God complex. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Because apparently, all it took was Celestia dragging me through a makeover marathon last weekend to turn me from invisible anime club president to hot enough that people are blinking twice.

My hair looked better. My skin wasn’t ghost-level pale. My outfit didn’t scream "I download anime through torrents." I didn’t even wear my thick glasses today—just the contacts she made me get.

And now?

Now girls were looking at me.

Like... looking looking.

And Celestia?

She. Was. Pissed.

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The first one struck during Econ.

Some rich kid named Talia leaned over her chair and whispered, "You’re in Business Analytics, right?"

"Uh... yeah?"

"Great," she said with a slow smile and a flick of her lashes. "I’m, like, dying in that class. You think we could study? Maybe... at my place?"

Her place.

Why did her place suddenly sound like a trap?

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The second was worse.

Some shy girl—quiet, always sits near the back—came up to me after class. Stammered something about calculus. I said sure, why? Because I’m a dumbass.

While I was explaining the basic chain rule, she kept nodding and staring and nodding and not looking at the notebook at all.

Behind me?

Celestia sat with a mechanical pencil.

By the time the girl thanked me and walked off?

SNAP.

She broke the pencil in half with one hand.

I pretended not to hear it.

I value my life.

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By the time school ended, I tried escaping through the side hall.

No luck.

She caught me near my locker, arms slamming both sides of it so I couldn’t move. Like a yandere bat signal had gone off in her brain.

"You think you’re funny, huh?" she said, eyes burning. "With your pretty boy makeover and your girls with their study-session come-ons?"

"I didn’t ask for this—"

"Oh really?" she sneered. "You think I dressed you up so girls could eye-fuck you during calculus? What did they say, huh? Did they ask to ride your face? Did they tell you they’d suck you dry in exchange for a graphing tutorial?"

"Val—!"

> "Did they offer you their GPA and their panties? Huh? You like that attention, baby? You wanna be the pretty boy slut of the week?"

"I didn’t say yes to anyone—"

She moved in closer. "If you so much as breathe near another girl who even thinks about touching you, I will ride your face until you can’t form coherent sentences, Kai. I will make you cum so hard your brain resets and you forget the entire syllabus."

My soul tried to exit my body.

She narrowed her eyes. "And I’ll do it in public. I’ll make a goddamn display of it. So next time someone tries flirting, all they’ll see is me on your face and your GPA in shambles."

She turned around, huffing, walking away.

Then she paused. Glared back over her shoulder.

> "Aren’t you coming?"

I blinked and swallowed. "Do I have a choice?"

She tilted her head, eyes locked on mine.

> "You never did."

And then she turned and walked away, like her words weren’t sitting on my chest like a ten-ton threat laced with lust.

I hesitated, just for a second then I followed.

Because saying no to Celestia Valentina Moreau isn’t brave.

It’s suicidal.

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To be continued...