SOS! I’m Being Forced to Be a Villain - Chapter 19

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Episode 19

“You only act weak and pitiful when you’re in front of me. Cunning little thing. Do you think the kids will never see through that dirty nature of yours?”

I shook Lee Chung-hye’s body, which seemed to weigh only slightly more than mine, back and forth.

By this point, Lee Chung-hye should have grabbed my collar and shaken me back, telling me not to be so insolent. However, for some reason, the faithfully insane Lee Chung-hye matched my rhythm perfectly.

“Sob, Baek-hwa… what did I ever do wrong…?”

Lee Chung-hye’s eyes instantly turned red and swollen. The teardrops forming at the corners of her eyes looked so pitiful that even my heart seemed to stir for a moment.

Seo Jung-hoo, who had been watching us and gauging the situation, slowly approached. Then he carefully pulled my hands away and drew me toward him.

“Let go, Seo Jung-hoo.”

“Baek-hwa.”

“I said let go!”

True to Seo Jung-hoo, who had been dealing with my temper day after day, he restrained my thrashing wrist with much more skill. While doing so, he met eyes with my furious self and smiled brightly.

“Even if you hit me with those tiny fists, it wouldn’t leave a mark.”

…This bastard?

The tiny fists part was an objective fact, so I could accept that, but what? It wouldn’t leave a mark?

I knew well enough that my physical abilities weren’t particularly outstanding. But regardless of that, my pride was thoroughly scratched, making me feel absolutely terrible.

Having completely forgotten about Lee Chung-hye, I glared fiercely at Seo Jung-hoo.

“Have you been hit before? What do you know to talk like that?”

“Well, I haven’t been hit. Since you won’t hit me.”

“Perfect. Come here, I’ll personally hit you. Just don’t cry and make a fuss after I hit you.”

Most of those words were baseless bravado, but like a mouth that babbles made-up nonsense as if it were truth, everything I thought came tumbling out toward him. Not satisfied with that, I even stepped closer without realizing it, making Seo Jung-hoo’s smile deepen.

“I’m fine with that, but should we move somewhere else first?”

“Why, are you scared? Afraid of these tiny fists?”

Seo Jung-hoo easily brushed off the petty provocation and gently grasped my wrist. It was the opposite side from where the faint handprints from last time remained.

Soon Seo Jung-hoo pulled my arm and draped it around his neck, then wrapped his other hand around my waist. From the outside, it looked like he was supporting an injured person or a drunk.

However, there was one big difference between the common supporting posture that immediately came to mind and the position I was currently in. Namely, my feet weren’t touching the ground.

Caught and dangling from Seo Jung-hoo, I froze and just blinked blankly. My jaw hung open weakly with no sign of closing.

‘…What is this.’

I was literally floating in mid-air. Naturally, I had never heard of or seen anyone transport a person in such a manner.

I knew that compared to the tall Seo Jung-hoo, my build looked infinitely small and frail.

Even so, I never expected to end up in a situation where my feet wouldn’t touch the ground even when he took the most common supporting posture. It seemed much more appropriate to say I was being ‘carried’ rather than being ‘supported.’

As I struggled to escape from Seo Jung-hoo’s embrace, I felt my center of gravity wavering and instinctively stopped moving. Perhaps because my body was floating against my will, the ground that wasn’t far away felt distant. At some point, I was gripping Seo Jung-hoo’s collar tightly and tensing my entire body.

A quiet laugh settled over my head. Seo Jung-hoo ignored me as I snapped my head up, firmly readjusted his grip on my waist to support me, and turned his head.

He met eyes with Lee Chung-hye, who was now silently shedding tears down her pale cheeks, then slowly curved the corners of his eyes.

“You… should probably go see a doctor.”

“Jung-hoo…”

Come to think of it, didn’t she also call me ‘Baek-hwa’ instead of ‘Yu Baek-hwa’ earlier?

Even amid my unsubsided anger, the seed of suspicion was extending clear branches of certainty. As I pondered this point, I unconsciously moved my lips.

“Jung-hoo.”

“Hm?”

“…Uh, what?”

Seo Jung-hoo turned his head sharply and stared at me with eyes so intense they stung. As I endured the piercing sensation and furrowed my brow when my patience wore thin, Seo Jung-hoo bloomed an even deeper smile.

“Anyway, we’ll go first.”

“Wait, just a moment…”

Lee Chung-hye’s timid cry seemed not to reach him. Seo Jung-hoo turned his back without regret and crossed the hallway while still keeping me floating.

Though I thought he surely wouldn’t just throw me to the ground, I didn’t loosen my grip on his clothes. Then, as I moved away from Main Soo, I felt the gradually weakening sense of control and glanced back.

And I witnessed it clearly.

Lee Chung-hye irritably pulling up her sleeve and roughly wiping her face. Her lips, though I couldn’t hear the sound, were clearly forming the word ’embarrassing.’

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Even when Seo Jung-hoo entered the classroom and set me down on a desk, I couldn’t snap out of my dazed state.

It seemed like Lee Chung-hye was indeed the original ‘Lee Chung-hye’ I knew. However, before that—before she wiped away her tears—didn’t Lee Chung-hye look like a completely different person?

Either she had gone crazy, developed multiple personalities, or was really possessed by something.

If not that.

‘…Could it be, a case like mine?’

But I was the villain, and Lee Chung-hye was the main heroine. Though villains were also part of the main cast, they couldn’t compare to the main heroine.

‘In the first place, what criteria determine who gets to know the novel’s identity and gets controlled like this?’

Seo Jung-hoo and Kwon Tae-min, who were also main characters in the novel, still seemed oblivious to everything. Then what was the reason Lee Chung-hye, who was similarly a main character, ended up in this situation?

“So, what was that about?”

I snapped to attention at his voice and looked up. Soon I was staring at Seo Jung-hoo in front of me.

“…It was nothing, and I wasn’t looking for you in the first place. Thinking I naturally went to see you is narcissistic delusion, got it?”

“You really didn’t come because you had something to say to me? Then you came to see Lee Chung-hye?”

I didn’t respond to that and glared fiercely.

“You should keep your word first, Seo Jung-hoo. You said you’d get beaten to death by me.”

I then conspicuously clenched my right hand into a fist. Seo Jung-hoo, who had been blinking slowly for a moment, smiled cheerfully.

“I don’t think I said I’d get beaten to death.”

“You did. You said it.”

“Really? Did I really say that?”

Looking at that slick face, even my hesitation about whether I was being ‘a bit harsh’ disappeared without a trace.

My tightly clenched fist trembled from too much force. My neatly trimmed nails dug into my palm, leaving a sharp pain.

Still, I didn’t relax. Instead, I glared at Seo Jung-hoo with fierce eyes, and he lazily moved his gaze to rest on my round fist. Soon what emerged from between his teeth was a mischievous voice as if finding it ridiculous.

“Wow, what an honor. Getting beaten to death by Baek-hwa’s fist.”

There was nothing else to consider. It was clearly a tone that was mocking me to the fullest.

“I wonder how long it would take. A week? A month?”

“…You.”

“Ah, sorry. That was a bit too much even so.”

Uttering a sentence that showed no trace of apology, Seo Jung-hoo narrowed his eyes diagonally. Soon his hand reached out carefully and wrapped around my fist.

Before I could react, my hand was drawn toward him.

Tap.

It wasn’t a striking sound or sound effect or anything—it was just a faint sensation of skin touching skin.

My upturned eyelids trembled, unable to find their bearings. The act of voluntarily pulling my fist toward him and gently placing it on his left cheek was so absurd it was infuriatingly unfair.

“I guess it would take half a year after all.”

No matter how I thought about it, this bastard dying would be beneficial for both me and the world.

“Ow. It hurts, Baek-hwa.”

“It’s supposed to hurt! It’s supposed to!”

I roughly pushed away Seo Jung-hoo’s hand and cheek and wildly moved my tightly clenched fists. I alternated between my hands like beating with a laundry paddle, inflicting violence on his forearm.

But pitifully, it was no different from the desperate struggle of a small mouse puffing up its modest appearance rather than a scene of brutal assault. Though I wasn’t unaware of this myself, Seo Jung-hoo was busy covering and protecting his body as if he were a pitiful victim.

“Baek-hwa…”

I frowned fiercely and this time spread my palm wide to strike his wrist.

“Your voice! Do something about your voice!”

“Why? Is my voice too sweet that your ears might get sore?”

“There’s a limit to nonsense…!”

“If that’s the case, it can’t be helped. It would be appropriate for me, who was born with so much, to graciously show consideration, don’t you think?”

Seo Jung-hoo rolled his eyes while wearing an arrogant smile. When his gaze touched my fist again, I flinched at how excessively small it was compared to his build.

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