During my most innocent year, I kidnapped the aloof, pure campus idol in the middle of the night. Just as I was about to make my move, a barrage of floating comments suddenly flashed in my mind: [The female supporting character better know her place and let the male lead go! He belongs to our female lead!] [Don't worry, the villainess is just a paper tiger. She doesn't have the guts to actually do anything. She's the only G-rated part of this whole R-rated novel.] [The male lead already hated her spoiled rich girl act anyway. Now he's definitely going to despise her.] The more comments I read, the angrier I got. You tell me not to do it? I'm going to do it even harder. Since he hates looking at me, I'll make sure he watches me enjoy myself. 1 Just yesterday, my childhood friend, Liam, publicly rejected my confession in favor of the innocent "white lotus," Mia. Feeling thoroughly humiliated, and knowing that Mia secretly had a crush on the poor, aloof campus idol, Ethan, I angrily decided to become his sugar mommy. But Ethan turned out to be a tough nut to crack. He took the money but refused to be obedient. So, I had him kidnapped overnight, ready to teach him a lesson. Ethan was half-kneeling on the floor, his hands bound behind his back with my necktie. He had probably just taken a shower; water droplets were still clinging to his hair. His dress shirt was quickly becoming damp from the dripping water. I looked down at him from a position of power, enjoying his humiliated and angry expression. "Didn't I tell you to ignore Mia? Why are you taking my money and not doing your job?" Ethan kept his face completely blank, staring at me expressionlessly. It was as if my words held absolutely no threat to him. I was so angry I almost slapped him, but seeing his god-tier face, I changed my mind. If Mia knew that the untouchable flower on a high peak she idolized was being trampled by me, it would be quite entertaining. I extended my foot, letting my toe slide slowly up from the open collar of his shirt. I maliciously patted his cheek. "If you're going to be a kept canary, you need to act like one. Did you really think my money was that easy to take?" "Instead of acting tough here, you should be figuring out how to please me." Ethan's ears burned red, and he glared at me resentfully: "Chloe, don't go too far." I tilted my head and leaned in close, tapping my own red lips: "Think about your alcoholic dad, your sick mom, and your sister who needs tuition." Ethan hesitated for a long time before finally choosing to submit. He closed his eyes in agony and slowly leaned toward my lips. Right at that moment, the floating comments suddenly appeared: [The female supporting character better know her place and let the male lead go! He belongs to our female lead!] I was startled and instinctively dodged Ethan's kiss. The comments started scrolling faster and faster, a massive wave of information overwhelming me. I couldn't believe that someone as beautiful and rich as me was actually just a female supporting character in a novel! The comments popped up again: [Ahhh, I hate these plots where the female side character bullies the male lead! Our male lead's purity belongs only to the female lead!] [Don't worry, the villainess is just a paper tiger. She doesn't have the guts to actually do anything. She's the only G-rated part of this whole R-rated novel.] [The male lead already hated her spoiled rich girl act anyway. Now he's definitely going to despise her.] The more I read, the more furious I became. You tell me not to do it? Watch me. Since he hates looking at me, I'll make sure he watches me enjoy myself. Out of pure spite, I planted a forceful kiss right on Ethan's lips. 2 Ethan didn't expect me to kiss him so suddenly and instinctively tried to pull back. I grabbed his head, refusing to give him a chance to escape, and slowly deepened the kiss. Clearly, neither of us had any experience; the kiss was clumsy. Soon, I was out of breath and pulled away. Ethan, however, seemed mesmerized and involuntarily chased my lips for a second. Realizing what he had just done, his face flushed bright red with embarrassment and anger. Panting slightly, I mocked him without holding back: "Your kissing skills suck." Ethan's body went rigid. He wanted to retort. But seeing my wet, glistening lips, he pressed his own together and said nothing. For some reason, a wave of heat washed over me and wouldn't go away. Feeling flustered, I picked up the glass of milk nearby and took a sip. Accidentally, some milk spilled down my fingers. I held my hand up to Ethan's lips with a look of disdain: "Lick it clean for me." Ethan's pupils shrank, and he stared at me in absolute disbelief. As if I had asked him to commit some heinous crime. I hated it when he took my money but still acted like some pure, untouchable saint. I frowned in displeasure and wiggled my pale, delicate fingers: "What? You don't want to?" "If you don't want to, you can get the hell out." I could tell he was genuinely angry. The veins on his forehead were throbbing. The corners of his eyes turned a faint, alluring red, and his voice was hoarse and deep: "Chloe, you'll regret this." I ruthlessly shoved my fingers into his mouth, smiling wickedly: "Oh? Is that so? Then I'll wait for the day I regret it." "Today is just a little lesson. If you don't behave, I'll punish you like this again." The comments exploded: [Tsk tsk, arrogant, radiant rich girl VS aloof, pure campus idol. I'm kind of shipping this.] [What are you shipping? The villainess is doing this; the male lead definitely wants to hack her into a million pieces.] [Exactly! I bet they're going to have a Bad Ending. Anyone else want to place a bet?] 3 Early the next morning, when I ran into Ethan in the classroom, he looked at me like I was a complete stranger. As if last night had never happened. There were plenty of empty seats in the college lecture hall, and Ethan usually sat in the corner. He always put his backpack on the seat next to him, radiating a "do not disturb" aura. The girls around Mia were all encouraging her to go over and ask if she could sit next to him. I originally couldn't be bothered, but the comments triggered my competitive spirit. [Just wait and see. The male lead only makes exceptions for the female lead.] [I remember it's starting from today that they sit together often, and their relationship takes a huge leap forward, right?] While Mia was still hesitating, I walked straight over. Ethan looked up at me expressionlessly. I pointed at his backpack, signaling him to move it: "I'm sitting next to you from now on." Ethan obediently moved his bag. As soon as I sat down, Mia's eyes welled up with tears. The girls around her immediately swarmed over to attack me: "Chloe, why do you have to oppose Mia at every turn? Just because Liam rejected you doesn't mean you can take your anger out on her!" "Yeah, exactly. She's so jealous. The moment she saw Mia wanted to sit here, she immediately stole the spot." Mia put on a show of trying to stop them, her voice thick with fake tears: "Don't say that. Chloe sat down first. Don't think so badly of her." "Mia, you're just too kind, that's why people bully you." "Right, exactly. You can't just let people like her walk all over you." I calmly placed my books on the desk, not even sparing them a glance: "Get lost!" "Who do you think you are..." "You get lost too!" Seeing that the class bell was about to ring, they finally scattered. "Whatever, don't bother arguing with someone like her. You might get bitten." 4 I realized early on that whenever Mia and I were in the same room, no matter what I did, people would criticize me. It was as if even my breathing was wrong. But whatever. I'll just be the villainess to the bitter end. The comments debated amongst themselves: [The female lead's plot armor is too strong. The villainess gets criticized for literally everything. Who wouldn't be mad? No wonder she hates the female lead.] [What can you do? She's not the female lead. She just has to take it.] [To the commenter above: Does the female supporting character not have the right to be respected? Does the whole world have to revolve around the female lead?] Because it was a boring lecture, I accidentally dozed off halfway through. When I woke up, I realized I was resting my head on Ethan's arm. Seeing that his arm was a bit stiff, I apologized awkwardly: "Sorry. You could have just woken me up." Ethan looked at me, a flicker in his eyes, and said flatly: "Don't misunderstand. I just noticed that when you weren't resting on my arm, you snored so loudly you were disrupting the class." I scratched my head in embarrassment, wondering since when I started snoring. 5 Normally, I would badger my childhood friend, Liam, into having lunch with me. But seeing Mia next to him, I instantly lost interest. Before Mia showed up, Liam was really good to me. So good that I thought he liked me too. But after my confession was rejected, I realized the truth: just like he said, he only saw me as a little sister. As I walked past them, Liam instinctively and somewhat impatiently moved to make room for me. When he saw me sit down next to Ethan instead, his gaze froze for a second. Because we weren't far apart, I could clearly hear them talking. "Liam, Chloe probably sat over there just to get your attention. Do you want to call her over?" "Ignore her. She's always been spoiled like this. In a few days, she won't be able to take it anymore and will come back on her own." I felt absolutely nothing hearing these insignificant words. Instead, I looked with slight disgust at the bland food on Ethan's tray: "You have money now, why are you still being so frugal?" Ethan kept his head down, eating without looking at me: "Habit." I proactively pushed my tray toward him: "But I like my canaries to have a little more meat on their bones. You're a bit too skinny." Ethan choked violently, his ears turning an unnatural red. He lowered his eyelids and asked, seemingly casually: "Are you only treating me this well to make Liam mad?" I had nothing to hide from Ethan, so I told the truth: "To be exact, it's to make Mia mad." "But..." Ethan looked up, watching me curiously: "But what?" I suddenly leaned in closer and lowered my voice: "If you feed me a bite, I'll tell you." Ethan awkwardly turned his head away: "Boring." I raised an eyebrow noncommittally. I contentedly enjoyed the sight of Mia, sitting a short distance away, biting her lip and looking as if she had suffered a massive injustice. In short, if she's unhappy, I'm happy. When school ended, a torrential downpour washed over the previously sunny sky. Just as I walked out the school gates, the comments flashed again: [Ooh, is the equipment room scene with the male and female leads happening this soon?] [Both of their clothes are soaked from the rain. In a confined space, it's impossible not to have some sparks fly.] [Exactly. After this, the male lead can't stop dreaming about the female lead.] I changed direction and headed straight for the equipment room. 6 Sure enough, as soon as I walked in, I saw a soaking wet Ethan. His white dress shirt clung to his lean waist, outlining the sexy lines of his abs. As expected of the male lead—looks slim with clothes on, but muscular underneath. Perhaps my scrutinizing gaze was too direct. Ethan shifted uncomfortably into the shadows: "What are you doing here?" I walked up to him and waved the umbrella in my hand: "To take you home, obviously." Just then, footsteps suddenly echoed from outside. Ethan grabbed me and pulled me behind a vaulting horse. We were so close our skin was practically touching. I looked at him, amused: "We have nothing to hide. Why are we sneaking around?" Ethan seemed to realize this too and instinctively tried to push me away and step out. Taking advantage of the movement, I hooked my arms around his neck. Hearing Mia's voice, I mouthed the words to him: "Kiss me." Ethan's entire body went rigid, his heart beating wildly against my chest. Seeing he still wasn't moving, I wickedly nipped his prominent Adam's apple. Ethan clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging. Perhaps afraid I would do something even more outrageous, he compromised, lowering his head and pressing his lips to mine. Feeling the cold touch of his lips, I pried open his tightly pressed mouth, guiding him to kiss me deeper. In the quiet equipment room, the sound of our breathing slowly grew heavier. Mia, standing a short distance away, clearly noticed something was wrong and called out in our direction: "Is anyone there?" I didn't want her to see us being intimate just yet. Hearing the approaching footsteps, I proactively tried to back away. But Ethan wrapped an arm around my waist, leaving me no room to retreat. I panicked and frantically threw his jacket over our heads. Unfortunately, the jacket was too small and only covered Ethan. Mia recognized me almost immediately. "Chloe, you!" A camera flash went off, and Mia ran out of the room. Ethan had gone a bit too far this time. I had to bite his lip hard to get him to release me. The comments exploded: [Holy shit, I looked away for a second and the male lead and the villainess are kissing?! And the female lead saw them?!] [Did you guys see how lost in the moment the male lead looked? Could he actually be falling for the villainess?] [What nonsense! The villainess obviously forced him, okay?] I pushed Ethan away, annoyed: "You were very disobedient this time." "What, are you going to teach me another lesson like last time?" If Ethan hadn't brushed past my shoulder as he walked out, I almost would have thought I was hearing things. Did those words actually just come out of his mouth? 7 Early the next morning, two things happened that seriously pissed me off. First, the photo of Ethan and me kissing had been circulated. Because his face was covered by the jacket, a lot of nasty rumors started flying around. The underlying message was that I was promiscuous and lacked "female virtue." To be fair, why wasn't anyone saying the guy lacked "male virtue"? Second, Liam came up to me with a dark face and demanded an explanation: "Chloe, who is the guy in the photo? Why were you kissing him?" "Just because I rejected your confession? Do you have so little self-respect?" Mia chimed in, trying to play peacemaker: "Liam, even though Chloe moved on a bit quickly, she has the right to like other people!" Liam's face grew even colder. His dark eyes stared at me intently. It gave me the creeps. I met his gaze head-on, my tone defiant: "Since when do I have to report my relationships to you, my 'big brother next door'?" "You're overstepping! And don't think you're that important to me." With that, I turned on my heel and walked away. I could feel his burning gaze drilling into my back. He obviously didn't like me, yet he still wanted to control me. It was completely ridiculous. Clearly, I had underestimated the butterfly effect caused by that photo. Even my professor was considering revoking my opportunity to enter a major competition. Feeling frustrated, I sat in a small bar, drinking. I don't know how Ethan found me. He didn't do anything; he just sat silently beside me. I think I was genuinely drunk. I hugged him and kept asking over and over: "Ethan, am I really a bad person? Why does everyone assume the absolute worst about me?" By the end, I couldn't tell if it was my imagination or if he actually said: "You're wonderful." 8 When I woke up again, I stared in deep thought at Ethan, who was lying next to me, bare-chested. The hickey on his neck didn't look fake. The scratch marks on his body didn't look fake. And the comments discussing it definitely weren't fake: [Are you saying the villainess unleashed her inner beast yesterday and pinned the male lead to the bed and kissed him?] [If the villainess has any conscience left, she should buy the male lead a new shirt. That perfectly good shirt was ripped to shreds.] [All the steam was supposed to be with the female lead, and now only the villainess is getting any action!] As soon as I turned on my phone, Liam's missed calls nearly blew it up. I had 99+ unread messages on WeChat. Feeling a sense of dread, I clicked into my "Moments." Nine photos showing Ethan and me kissing from every possible 360-degree angle were sitting right there. The caption was: [So what if we kissed? I kiss whoever I want! I kiss whoever I want!] While I was still reeling from shock, Ethan calmly stood up and started putting on his shredded, rag-like shirt. I facepalmed: "Don't wear that. Stay here, I'll go buy you some new clothes nearby." Thank goodness it was the weekend, and I wouldn't run into anyone I knew... I stared speechlessly at Liam, who was sitting by the door with dark circles under his eyes. "What are you doing here?" The comments were having a field day: [Did this guy sit outside the door listening to the villainess and the male lead hook up all night? Is he traumatized?] [Apparently he knocked on the door a few times, and the villainess literally pinned the male lead against the door and kissed him, telling Liam to get lost and stop ruining the mood.] [This idiot second male lead, why didn't he take the opportunity to steal the female lead instead of hanging around the villainess?] Seeing his dark, silent gaze, I turned to leave. Liam grabbed my wrist, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at me: "Break up with him." I pried his fingers off one by one, my voice icy: "If you have this much free time, go check on your precious Mia. Don't interfere with my business." When I got back, Liam was gone, and Ethan had cleaned the room spotlessly. I handed him the clothes I bought: "Once you're dressed, you can go. I want to rest some more." Ethan slowly buttoned up his shirt, looking at me with dissatisfaction: "Am I just a tool to you? You use me and then throw me away." I spat out the water I had just taken a sip of. Liam was acting weird, and Ethan was acting even weirder. That sentence sounded completely wrong no matter how you sliced it. I rubbed my aching forehead and brushed him off: "You know we have a strictly financial relationship. What I did wasn't out of line." Ethan was clearly unhappy. He left with a dark expression on his face. 9 Since the "kissing gate" incident, everyone assumed Ethan and I were dating. But Ethan, holding a grudge over how I brushed him off, ignored me for days. In everyone else's eyes, our relationship looked like I was just desperately chasing after him. Ding-dong. A notification popped up on my phone. It was a birthday party invitation from Liam. I couldn't help but frown. I didn't want to go, but the Liam and Chloe families were close. If I didn't show up, my parents would definitely nag me. If this were the past, I would have spent so much time and effort picking out a gift for him. Now? Whatever. I'll just buy something random. Who cares if he likes it or not. Mia showed up at the birthday party too. Coincidentally, we both bought him perfume. Except, she bought a woody scent, and I bought an aquatic scent. I sat quietly in the farthest corner, trying to make myself invisible. But Mia just had to call me out publicly: "Chloe, you've known Liam for so long, you couldn't possibly not know he prefers woody scents, right?" Before I could say a word, Liam spoke up: "Mia, you're talking too much." I was confused. The comments were even more confused: [Oh my god, wasn't today supposed to be the plot where the second male lead, desperate to get the female lead, drugs her with an aphrodisiac? Why does this situation look so wrong?] [Am I the only one who noticed the color of the red wine in the villainess's hand looks a little off?] I stared at the half-empty glass of red wine in my hand, deep in thought. Why didn't you guys wait until I was dead to tell me?! 10 Soon, I felt my body burning up and my mind growing hazy. Realizing something was wrong, I stumbled out of the room, heading for the restroom. Halfway down the hall, a hand suddenly yanked me into a storage closet. The closet was dim, but I clearly smelled the scent of cedar coming from behind me. It was Liam. He slowly pinned my hands behind my back, his voice hoarse: "Chloe, you've been really disobedient lately." I panicked and struggled with all my might. "Liam, do you know what you're doing?! Let me go!" Liam took off his glasses, brushed a strand of my hair aside, and took a light sniff: "I still prefer it when you call me 'Liam' like you used to." "Liam, don't cross the line. If you keep this up, I'll scream—mmph!" This aggressive kiss was incredibly repulsive. I got vicious and bit down hard. The metallic taste of blood quickly filled both our mouths. But the harder I bit, the more into the kiss Liam became. Pain acted like an aphrodisiac for him. This was the first time I fully realized... He was a psychopath.
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