I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead-Chapter 33: A Battle Against Time

Verena power-walked through the halls, her heels clicking against the marble like a countdown to disaster. The system timer loomed in the corner of her vision, each passing second tightening the noose around her mission.

She rounded a corner.

SMACK!

A girl carrying a precarious tower of books went tumbling, pages exploding into the air like a flock of startled doves.

"Oh—Lady Verena?! I-I'm so sorry, I—"

"Not now." Verena sidestepped the chaos without so much as a glance.

[Time: 40 Seconds]

She picked up speed - only to skid to a stop as a wall of noble girls formed in front of her, arms linked like some sort of aristocratic barricade.

"Why do they walk like migrating geese?!" she hissed, before forcibly shoving through like a battering ram in heels.

[Time: 30 Seconds]

She spotted a promising hallway and sprinted forward.

Just in time, two servants to yanked open a set of massive double doors directly in front of her.

She barely dodged, twisting mid-step - only to slam into a decorative suit of armor.

The clatter echoed like a death knell.

CLANG!

The metallic limbs collapsed.

This was going to be deep trouble for sure, but she wasted no time to stand up and dash her way once again.

[Time: 25 Seconds]

"Where the hell is this damn bathroom?" she muttered, scanning the halls.

Then, finally, a sign.

A faint trail of water on the floor, a damp footprint leading around the corner.

[Time: 15 Seconds]

Verena followed the trail, heart pounding as distant, muffled voices reached her ears.

She was seconds away from charging forward when her foot betrayed her.

The very water trail she was following had turned against her.

Whoosh—

Thud!

She hit the floor hard, her vision momentarily filled with the extravagant gold-trimmed ceiling.

Oh. That was humiliating.

She sprang up, determined to recover what little dignity she had left.

Only for her still-wet shoe to send her skidding again.

Right into a janitor.

Crash!

"Why?!"

The poor man staggered as his bucket launched into the air, sending soapy water sloshing everywhere.

Up ahead, the muffled voices escalated.

Then, a sharp splash.

Followed by a choked scream.

[Time: 5 Seconds]

Ah! Screw it!

She yanked up her soggy skirt and sprinted toward the noise.

As Verena burst through the door, she was met with the sight of four girls inside the lavish bathroom.

Three of them had the unmistakable aura of classic lackeys, standing idly with smug expressions, their perfectly curled hair and pristine uniforms screaming entourage aesthetics.

But the real standout was the tall blonde at the center of it all.

Her wavy golden locks were fluffed to perfection, practically radiating arrogance.

She stood by the marble sink, one hand pressed down firmly on the back of a struggling girl, forcing her downward.

A very familiar girl.

Evelyn.

And the water was already running.

[Time: 0 Seconds]

[You've run out of time!]

[Penalty will be given!]

[Debuff Applied: Fragile Constitution – Your physical endurance has dropped drastically. Sudden movements may result in dizziness, weakness, or unexpected dramatic collapses. Good luck.]

I was just joking about being fragile, and it actually came true!

A crushing wave of weakness overtook her, draining every ounce of strength from her body.

Her knees buckled, her vision dimmed at the edges, and even the simple act of standing felt like an insurmountable challenge.

SPLASH!

Evelyn's muffled gasp filled the room as her face was shoved into the sink, water sloshing violently around her.

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