I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead-Chapter 27: Boytoy or... Girltoy? (1)

"Figuring out my identity, huh?..." Verena took a deep breath. "First of all, I hate this world. Everyone has the emotional intelligence of a teaspoon! I swear, if one more person dramatically gasps at Destiny and Fate like they're some omnipotent matchmaker, I'm going to throw myself into a black hole on purpose."

Beatrice blinked, but Verena wasn't done.

"Everything is so restrictive! 'Oh, you must follow the stars!' 'Oh, you must accept your preordained fate!' How about—no?" She gestured wildly. "I just want to live my life, see the world, maybe stab Fate in the face if it even thinks about screwing me over again—"

She paced back and forth now, fully in rant mode. "Actually, no! I don't just want to stab it! I want to see it! I want to understand it! And then, most importantly, I want to punch it right in the face for all the absolute nonsense it's put me through!"

Verena barely had time to process Beatrice's stunned expression before the world around her shifted.

For a split second, she felt something shift inside her.

A strange pull, an instinctual threading of energy she hadn't known she possessed.

The wooden library table, the glow of candlelight, Beatrice's slightly annoyed expression- everything was still there, but layered with something else.

Glowing threads.

They crisscrossed the air like an intricate spiderweb, shining in hues of gold, silver, and deep cosmic blue.

Some were thick and steady, others thin and trembling, as if they could snap at any moment.

They ran along the walls, tangled between bookshelves, and, most unsettlingly, wove through Beatrice herself, wrapping around her wrists, twining up her spine like unseen marionette strings.

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"What the hell—"

An overwhelming sensation of knowing crashed into her. Paths, choices, diverging roads stretching infinitely in every direction.

She could see them.

A thick, glowing gold thread was wrapped tightly around Beatrice's heart, pulsing like a heartbeat. It stretched outward toward something, someone.

Destiny? A predetermined fate?

Verena's fingers twitched.

On instinct, she tugged at it.

Beatrice jerked in place, shivering violently. "W-What was that?!"

Verena ripped her hand back like she'd been burned.

"Oh... my goodness."

Her triumph lasted all of two seconds before her stomach lurched.

"Oh.. oh no."

A violent wave of nausea hit her like a carriage crash. Frantically, she slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes darting around in panic. Window. She needed a window. Right. Now.

"Verena?!" Beatrice yelped as Verena bolted, nearly knocking over a chair in her desperate sprint.

She threw open the nearest window, ready to empty her stomach onto the unsuspecting world below.

And locked eyes with someone standing directly outside.

"H-Huh?"

It was a boy. Just some average-looking guy with brown hair and brown eyes. Nothing remarkable. Except for the ladder he was standing on.

That wasn't the issue right now though.

"Move!"

She slapped him aside like a pesky curtain and violently emptied the contents of her stomach out the window.

A few agonizing minutes later...

They all stood in awkward silence inside the room. The guy, now uninvitedly part of this mess, was still wiping his face, looking thoroughly traumatized.

"G-Greetings, L-Lady Verena! I am Noah, the gardener of this estate, along with my father," he stammered, bowing so stiffly it looked like he might snap in half. Beads of sweat dripped down his face like he was standing trial for treason.

Verena raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Who are you..." she drawled, unimpressed. Definitely not an assassin. "Oh—"

Average-looking guy. Gardener's name. The awkwardness radiating between him and Beatrice. And it was almost nighttime, too.

Oh.

Beatrice's fucktoy.

Or more like, she was the fucktoy.