When a Bossy CEO Meets Gary Stu

§1000

“But!”

Roars He Jünle, shocking Murong Jihua, who was sitting blanking out on the bed.

Her Highness Elizabeth looks all but in despair as she tries to make her way back up.

“Oh my goodness please do act with more tact, I do not want my beloved perfect foetus to be spooked by such a loud vocal disruption──”

My dear sister, since when have our imaginary baby become your beloved foetus?

Murong Jihua doesn’t even know if he should cry or laugh.

He Jünle’s finger pauses to indicate that Princess Elizabeth should just calm down, it’s ok, and not to touch him.

Then he inhales, brews, readies himself──

Murong Jihua knew, through his actions, that he is probably once again going to act cool once again.

As expected.

§1001

He Jünle puts his hand gently on his waist──Even though there’s nothing actually there – looking all emotional and defensive as a mother would be when her child is talked about. He points his finger to the sky,
And in his tearful eyes, he almost look like he has a whole universe of strength behind him.

“How ever will I accept that, the beauty of the human genome by limited by mere sex, and have the whole of humanity pay the hefty price for our disgraceful, backwards science?
──A miracle. Our future, humanity’s future, needs exactly such a miracle!”

§1002

“¡Díos mios!”

Princess Elizabeth is practically screaming as tears run down her cheeks.

‘Too young, too simple.’

Murong Jihua shakes his head at the thought.

That is how it is so easy that someone could be so touched by a mere display of kindness from others.

Speaking of which, He Jünle’s ultimate move・Bullshit with a Straight Face has become quite adept indeed, almost as good as he himself does it, now.

He gives a like to He Jünle in his mind.

──As expected of his man!

§1003

Blai’nd is frozen, standing there, his mouth opening agape and shutting and opening again──Over in his nerves where no one can see, countless nerve endings are exploding in silence, and countless more are being regenerated in turn──

Put more understandably, his shattered worldview is being reshaped at a terrifying pace.

Murong Jihua believes that, soon, this Prince, whose only real fault lies in his nearsightedness for now, will soon enough, have his worldview be reforged into a,
Magical, fantastical collection of anti-science and Mary Sue.

§1004

The effectiveness of his message already visible, He Jünle sighs, and leans over slightly to wipe the tears off of Her Highness Elizabeth’s eyes.

“Making such a beautiful lady tear up for me is such a crime,”

He pauses, before revealing an ‘awkward,’ ‘sorry’ smile, adding,

“──It is not my intention to default on our competition today, but it was unforeseen that I would have fainted all of a sudden. I apologise.”

Princess Elizabeth shakes her head to reply,

“That is alright. Whatever a pregnant man did, he shall be forgiven!”

She opens her mouth, to then ask, “so, can our competition still continue?”

§1005

?!?!?!

The man is pregnant already, and you’re still going to try and rob the right to copulate with his S.O.?!

──What are you still so dissatisfied about? You’re weak, so you get to speak?
──Well, yes, because the identity of a Princess really does allow for whimsicality in general.

§10006

He Jünle’s gaze turns grim for a moment as he pauses,
It was so brief that it could be mistaken for a hallucination.

However, his dragging Her Highness to her feet up is completely unaffected, firm and steady. He then replies, with a slight smile, “certainly.”

§1007

He will beat her.

As the victorious of the two, in a manner so decisive, there can be none of those inappropriate desires of hers left.

§1008

Murong Jihua, coming from a normal person background, with his focus entirely engaged in the fact that He Jünle is holding Princess Elizabeth’s hand, can, of course, not discern the newly arisen psychological evaluation inside He Jünle’s mind, nor did he notice the sudden jarring change in his expression.

He is simply jealous of the hands.

§1009

Why would there ever be such pure, good boys in this world.

§1010

Princess Elizabeth, on the other hand, may have noticed, but why would that even matter?

All that matters is that He Jünle agreed.

Therefore, a healthy red climbs back onto her cheeks, as she becomes wholly energetic, evoking a beam of energy from her dead, soulless eyes.

“To show my respect,
I will leave the choice of the competition this round and the time of the competition to your discretion.”

She lets He Jünle’s hand go, spinning in place in her big, red, floor-sweeping dress. She also declares,

“I will not lose. In this world, there is nothing I am bad at.”

He Jünle is happy to oblige, replying, “me, too.”

§1011

Murong Jihua interjects, “no, woman. You are bad at writing scientific reports.”
Blai’nd chimes in, “no, miss flowery. You are bad at pacing yourself when you take someone with you jogging.”

・

Princess Elizabeth would like to say, “… oh, well, you know.”