Misunderstanding

In Collins’ puzzled gaze, Victoria began to tremble.

Now, the choices laid before Victoria were two.

First, to completely distrust Collins.

No matter what excuses Collins came up with, in essence, he was a pervert targeting little girls, the kind that would be thrown into a police station and convicted without any chance of a wrong judgment.

Second, to believe Collins.

That would mean he had just buried his head between the legs of another boy of the same gender, doing something utterly insane, and according to Collins’ explanation, he was observing the body structure wrapped inside the underwear.

“You… You were staring so intently at a man’s lower body… and… and you even invited me to look together.”

Victoria’s eyes widened as she let out a trembling cry.

If Collins were a pervert lusting after young girls, at least it could be excused as a moment of uncontrollable desire, teenage hormones, and so on.

Even if he were a pervert, that would still be a conventional kind of pervert.

But when the target of that perversion turned out to be a boy…

That had already surpassed a normal pervert—it was a super pervert, okay?!

Collins let out an “Ah?” of confusion and asked, “But he’s a guy. I… I was looking at a guy. That shouldn’t be a big deal, right?”

Not a big deal? This is a huge deal, okay?!

So you’re telling me, being a pervert toward boys is even more twisted than being a pervert toward girls, isn’t it?!

Victoria couldn’t help but scream inwardly in her heart.

Collins thought two guys looking at each other didn’t seem like such a big problem, but why did Victoria’s expression look more and more disgusted?

“Senior sister, listen to me. Senior came to see me because of the bonfire party.”

When Victoria heard the words “bonfire party,” she trembled again.

Her bright eyes darted around Collins’ body.

She had come here with the intention of agreeing to go to the bonfire party with him.

In her impression, Collins was the kind of boy who could be described as shy, bashful, and honest.

But just now, Collins’ actions had completely shattered Victoria’s fantasy about him.

Collins was nothing but a downright pervert, and moreover, a super pervert obsessed with men.

If she were to go to the bonfire party with such a pervert…

“Hoho, senior sister’s figure is pretty nice.”

“After using so much drug, it should start working soon, right?”

“Another poor soul who fell into my ** trap? Alright then, let’s take a look at what’s wrapped inside his underwear.”

Even if these events hadn’t actually happened yet, some things could still be vividly filled in by the imagination—especially for a girl good at daydreaming.

Victoria backed up to the doorway, waves of despair and terror surging in her eyes.

“No… No…”

“Hm? Senior sister, what are you saying?”

“No! Don’t come any closer, you pervert!”

Victoria let out a scream and turned to run outside the door.

Collins reached out a hand, not sure whether to block her or not.

He had completely, clearly explained that Sphinx was a guy.

Why didn’t Victoria believe his confession, and instead, why did she despise him even more?

He was a perfectly normal man, okay?

A straight man who only gets excited about women, okay?

So there’s no way he would do anything to someone who isn’t a girl, alright?!

His fist slammed on the table, a faint pain spreading from the skin into his nerves.

Collins stood by the table, his back leaning against it, palms resting on its edge, his whole body supported like that.

He didn’t know what he was thinking.

Collins actually liked quiet environments, especially when he was alone, conducting experiments and then writing with a black charcoal pen on white paper—the feeling was as if musical notes were flowing out of the black pen tip like a composer’s melody, forming tides of music in his mind.

That sense of beauty was simply intoxicating.

If necessary, Collins could spend an entire afternoon with just one pen, recording one piece of data after another on paper.

However, judging by how things had developed today, that kind of life might never come back.

Whether it was the senior cross-dressing in women’s clothes or the inexplicably flustered senior sister Victoria, they seemed to exist outside Collins’ world—yet insisted on barging in.

When two worlds collide, what would be the outcome?

Collins shook his head.

He had originally thought that he could reject others’ thoughts by staying in his own world.

But now, it seemed…

He was still too young.

When different worldviews clash, who can remain untouched?

A peaceful life, simple research—was it all just a beautiful illusion after all?

Collins took a deep breath, then exhaled everything from his lungs.

He looked in the direction where Victoria had run away.

If necessary, should he do something?

If possible, could he take the initiative instead of passively accepting everything?

Collins thought that maybe… he should be more proactive.