I eloped with the leader Zai, who wanted to usurp the throne.

I, Cecia, am expected to ascend to the position of leader of Harbor Black tonight.

The prerequisite is that my short-lived cheap husband jumps off the building and dies completely, and my future subordinates will be useful enough.

Dazai Osamu disappeared early this morning, and was busy preparing for the follow-up matters. Nakahara Chuuya was fooled by Dazai Osamu to be assigned abroad. I had nothing to do, and I didn't want to come home at night to see my husband, who had slept in the same bed with me, smashed into a mosaic that was too unbearable to look at. It would be bad if he came back to me in a dream at midnight and asked for my life.

So I went to the nightclub wearing a nightclub outfit, intending to get drunk to relieve my sorrow. Holding the wine glass casually, I slumped down on the sofa, raised my eyebrows and looked at the three beauties with different styles who were sent to me by the person in charge of the nightclub branch of the Discipline Foundation on the sofa opposite.

It is said that she is a Russian beauty, a member of the fighting nation. I really miss her. After all, I have a quarter of the blood of the fighting nation.

Of course I came here to have fun. I took a sip of vodka, and my eyes stopped as I glanced at the beauty sitting in the middle, elegantly playing the cello as the background music. My brain was a little confused.

Nowadays, hamsters can play the cello. Isn’t it said that hamsters cannot become spirits after the founding of the People’s Republic of China? ? ?

It sounds pretty good!

My little head is full of doubts.

From my perspective, the giant Siberian hamster opposite blinked its pitiful purple-red eyes. Its pitiful little face looked a little malnourished. Its snow-white fur was soft and silky. Its slender and white paws held the bow and played the violin. It looked like a cute little hamster that kindly provided BGM at a gathering of small animals in the forest. It captured my heart in an instant.

Good, so cute, I want to raise it!
Look, he is now blinking his intoxicating violet eyes and looking at me with his watery eyes, turning his head away embarrassedly. Do I need to buy hamster-specific food to feed him, or should I feed him some rat poison first?
"Miss, you have been staring at me for five minutes." The cute hamster spoke softly. Isn't this Ishida Akira?
"Little cutie, what kind of cage do you like?" Gold or silver, or would it be better to lock you in a basement where you feel safe?

I started thinking about custom chains and handcuffs, and a ton of rat poison.

Hamster: "...You are so interesting..."

"My name is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky. Miss, would you mind suggesting your name?"

"My name is Cecia." There was no need to wear a vest now anyway.

The sickly hamster pulled his hand away without leaving a trace, smiled politely, and decisively betrayed his best friend.

"Nicholas, Miss Cecia seems drunk, go and help her up."

"That's right, it's really unfair that the lady keeps staring at Atuo. Look at the cute Nicolai!" The optimistic silver-haired clown rushed over enthusiastically, and the impact was like a firing bullet. My waist almost couldn't support it.

Waist, waist, I'm still young!
I was easily thrown onto the sofa behind me by a guy who was as enthusiastic and cheerful as a golden retriever. I stretched my neck and tried to escape. I didn't expect the gigolos here to be so scary. Do they pick up customers directly at home plate? ! !

The one who saved me was the most conscientious beauty with two-tone hair. With tears in my eyes, I looked at the delicate beauty with a Shamatte hairstyle. I didn't expect that there would be such a Mary Sue hair color in this day and age. Why don't you dye it a rainbow color? I'm afraid you have met Mary Sue herself.

"Are you OK?"

After holding it in for a long time, I said sincerely: "It's okay, beauty, your hairstyle is really beautiful."

"Oh? Really? Thank you." The double-haired beauty smiled shyly.

That's right, compared to Mukuro's pineapple hair, you look so good.

While rubbing my waist, I smiled on the surface but was actually thinking MMP in my heart. I was going to take a look at the little devil who almost broke my waist. I'll kill you.

The Alpaca that was brewing in my heart disappeared completely when I saw the silver-haired clown. I stared straight at the silver-haired beauty who was leaning half of her body on the armrest of the sofa with her chin supported by her hands.

Our eyes met in the air and sparks flew, and the anger was instantly extinguished.

"You... seem like my first love type." This handsome guy looks exactly like the first love I fantasized about when I was a child. His height, appearance, hair color, and personality were carved out according to a template. Even the twinkling little stars in the background fit perfectly.

"If I were still young, I might have fallen in love with you at first sight."

The beautiful, sickly beauty who was completely blending into the background and playing the cello alone glanced at me indifferently when I heard what I said. The beauty with patchwork hair tried very hard to pretend that she was air, crunching on the cookies that had just been served.

I feel like their faces are filled with the expression "You are just lusting after his beauty, you are just lusting after his body, you are a cheap person."

A familiar yet strange feeling came over me. I always felt that this person should be very familiar to me, but my first thought was to kick the person in front of me to the top of the wall as a mural, and then leave in style.

It took me a full minute to react to the strange feeling. I skipped the topic and stared at him, "What's your name?"

After all, it was just a delusion during my middle school years. Now I think it’s all dark history. The first love type is not the same as the ideal type. I still prefer black-haired ones.

I will be the leader soon, so of course I want everything.

I floated, hugged the silver-haired beauty, lifted her chin, and said, "My lovely beauty, my husband died in an accident, how pitiful. From now on, you will be my second lover. Please spend the night with me."

"My name is Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol Yanovsky, you can call me Gogol, miss~"

"Civet cat? What a strange name."

"It's Gogol. The name the lady gave is very interesting." Gogol smiled happily, his golden eyes curved, neither refusing nor accepting.

"The young lady looks like a foreigner. Did she marry far away?"

"No, I originally went to Tokyo to visit my brother who was an old friend, but later I married a sickly young master with a hole in his brain. As a result, he is going to die tonight, leaving me all alone." My heart skipped a beat, and after looking around, I wiped my tears with a fake affection, lamenting my tragic fate, and taking the opportunity to take advantage of the silver-haired beauty's chest.

It’s strange, why do I feel the resentment of a woman in the deep palace? Could it be that Dazai Osamu has become a spirit?
The other party sighed, his eyes lit up, and he spoke in a long and cheerful voice, "Come to think of it, I seem to have a little sister too. I heard that she went abroad. I wonder how she is doing now."

I remained calm and said, "It doesn't matter. We'll meet again if we're destined to."

...Speaking of which, my mother seems to have a Russian sister, and I heard that she has a son. Could it be that the lovers eventually become siblings?

No, no, no, when I was little, my mom told me that brother was a handsome prince-like boy, with blond hair and blue eyes. This faded civet cat is definitely not one of them. And I look more like the beauty with two-toned hair. I also have black and white hair, but I don't think it's too conspicuous, so I dyed it all silver.

A weight lifted off my chest and I heaved a sigh of relief. I instantly imagined how I would live after I ascended the throne and keep a bunch of mistresses. I would reach the peak of my life with beauties on all sides, and then bring them home to show off to Reborn, to prove that I, too, had seen a lot of ups and downs, and was absolutely worthy of the title of his student.

"Miss! Miss! Someone is looking for you here!!!" While my mind was dreaming about the future, someone was shouting something in my ear.

"lady."

When I heard the familiar voice of Dazai Osamu, I couldn't help but almost pushed the sickly little Russian who had poured the vodka onto the table. He jumped up and down with anger, like a husband who stayed out all night and was surrounded by his lovely wife at home with a mace. He stammered and couldn't say a word for a while.

Sure enough, that Dazai Osamu thing is not dead yet. He ruined my nightlife and even had the nerve to call me.

Restraining my inner cowardice, I cursed Dazai Osamu, hung up the phone in a very aggressive manner, and immediately dragged the three Russian beauties to get a room.

Through the decorative glass wall in the room, I could easily see my distorted face.

This is no longer a simple quarrel between husband and wife, but a struggle about dignity. No matter what, I cannot bow my head. Now I have slept with two Russian beauties and a hamster. Let Dazai Osamu cry for daring to cheat in marriage.

My expression changed quickly, and I touched the hand of the smiling silver-haired young man, and coaxed him softly: "If you want to play, play big. Don't worry, I will definitely be responsible for you after sleeping with you."

No way, I would light a cigarette, drop the money and run away.

I said lovingly, "And you will be my second lover. I have nothing but money, so you can buy whatever you want."

To show my sincerity, I took out my black card and handed it to her eagerly: "Beauty, this is a little gift from me. There is only a pure money transaction between us, and absolutely no dirty emotional transaction. Do you want me to buy a circus for you to play with?"

The handsome young man in front of me, wearing a fancy black and white clown costume, blinked, and his round eyeballs turned around in a pretentious manner, with a raised tone, unable to hide his smug look, "Oh, what should I do, the lady really seems to like me~"

"Compared to Atuo next to him~" He pointed at his furry friend who was acting as the background with interest. The latter looked at him coldly, so he closed his eyes and didn't want to pay attention to him, playing the cello alone in a cool and elegant manner.

"I still like you!" Compared to first love, a big hamster that you can only raise is nothing. At most, you can feed it rat poison and jerk it a few times. Who knows, one day it may be locked in a cage and played to death.

"Oh~ I'm so shy, I didn't expect that I would be more popular than Atuo, I'm so embarrassed!" Without any modesty, the smug young man glanced at his best friend in a high-profile manner, his whole body was full of mischief, and his pigtails swung back and forth because of the shaking movements, which made him look playful and cute.

Oops, this is really cute. I love this kind of arrogance, which perfectly fits the various embarrassing remarks I made during my middle school years.

"What should I do?" The silver-haired young man pretended to be distressed, fanning himself with a black card between his fingers. He looked very Versailles. "The lady said she wanted to sleep with me, support me, and buy me a circus. Should I agree~"

He turned his head and asked in a pretentious manner: "What do you think, Sigma?"

Sigma, who was eating quietly at the table, was caught off guard by being called. He replied with a wry smile, "As long as you like it, Gogol." Then he continued to nibble on the cookie, giving the impression of a little rabbit nibbling on a carrot.

As if he had gotten the answer, Gogol tapped his palms as if he had suddenly realized something, and grabbed my hand, "Indeed, according to common sense, I should have agreed to the young lady's request."

"Yes!" I was so moved that tears filled my eyes.

"But I refuse~"

The other party suddenly raised his hands seriously and made a gesture of "no", and the smile on my face disappeared at the speed of light.

"Since you think I'm going to agree, I can't let you get what you want. If you trust the clown's words, you'll have nightmares, so I have to refuse!" He had a good reason, and seeing my soul-destroying expression, he couldn't help laughing, "Hahaha! Miss, your expression is so funny!"

"But~" He pinched my cheek with his slender hands and declared confidently, "I can support the young lady!"

"Huh?" This time it was my turn to be surprised. The other party was very satisfied with my reaction.

The giggling clown took off his black and white checkered hat and gave a crooked gentleman's salute. Suddenly, a gorgeous rose appeared in his hand. He slowly raised his head, and his golden eyes hid the playfulness just now, becoming more cold and icy, with a dangerous and deadly beauty.

"As a bird pursuing freedom, I want to do the opposite and break through the common sense set by the world. Since you said you want to support me, then I will support you!" It seems to make sense. Could this be the crazy beauty?

"Really?" I took the rose and held his hand with more force.

"I reject."

Are you kidding me? I am the only heir of the Shibusawa family and I still need a gigolo to support me. I refused without even thinking about it.

The clown, who had been so passionate and crazy just now, was stunned in an instant, and his smile broke. He didn't expect that I didn't play by the rules. He stared at me in a daze, innocent and aggrieved, like an abandoned puppy. After a few seconds of pause, he suddenly laughed crazily again.

“Hahahaha, you’re so funny. Just as funny as what Atuo said. I can’t help but…”

"Nikolai," the man who had been silent interrupted, "It's about time we get down to business."

"Ah, sorry, sorry, but the lady is so cute that I can't help teasing you for a while longer." He cleared his throat, made a funny face, and stretched out his hand as an invitation.

"Miss, are you interested in joining..."

"The military and police are here to crack down on pornography and illegal publications. Brothers, run!" A shrill scream accompanied by the sound of seats colliding exploded in my ears, forcibly interrupting the words that were about to come out.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the person in charge of the nightclub, with a messy hair and a pale face, was shaking his calves.

"Lady Cecia, hurry up..."

Before he could finish the word "escape", a bottle of red wine thrown from a distance hit him on the head accurately, and the person in charge fell down with his eyes open.

(End of this chapter)