Ficorpio
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
I’d been dating my cold, untouchable boyfriend for three years, and in all that time he wouldn’t let me touch him, wouldn’t let me hug him.
Even holding hands came with a time limit.
I was done putting up with it. So I tied him up and got ready to take what I wanted.
And then, out of nowhere, floating live comments flashed across my vision—
[There goes the villainess humiliating herself again. She still doesn’t know the male lead won’t touch her because he’s saving himself for the real heroine.]
[LMAO, forget getting him drunk—even if she drugged him, he’d rather hurt himself than let her get what she wants.]
[The male lead only dated the villainess to use her for practice, and now she’s actually got the nerve to force herself on him? She’s so dead hahaha.]
[Congrats to the villainess for leveling up on her self-destruction path. Enjoy your future total-life-ruin deluxe package, babe!]
My hand froze halfway through unbuttoning my shirt.
I looked down into Evan Sterling’s eyes—red at the corners, restrained almost to the point of breaking—and my fingers trembled.
“Sorry,” I blurted out. “I had too much to drink. Wrong person.”
Today was the third birthday I’d spent with Evan since we got together.
I’d gone out of my way to prepare for tonight: silver handcuffs, a silk blindfold, a black collar.
Now he was cuffed to the bed.
As I dragged the pale tip of my bare foot slowly over the hard ridges of his chest and abdomen, a muffled, strained sound escaped his throat.
His body was clearly trembling with arousal.
But the words coming out of his mouth were still trying to stop me.
“Don’t go any lower…”
Don’t?
We’d been together for three whole years. He wouldn’t let me touch him, wouldn’t let me hold him.
And faced with a body like this, all I could do every day was look.
Did he have any idea how cruel that was to someone like me—a woman with a perfectly healthy appetite?
Tonight, he could scream himself hoarse and no one would come save him.
I swung a leg over him and straddled his waist.
Then I bent down, letting my breath brush hot against his ear.
“Do you want this, Evan?
“No? Are you sure? Because I’m about to lose my grip…”
At the same moment, the metal buckle of his belt gave a sharp click.
I was just about to undo it—
when those floating comments appeared in front of my eyes.
[The villainess is back to humiliating herself. She still doesn’t know he’s stayed away from her all these years because he’s saving his virginity for the heroine.]
[The male lead only got together with the villainess to use her as practice, and now she’s actually daring to force him? She’s finished hahaha.]
[I’m dying. Forget getting him drunk—even if she drugged him, he’d rather maim himself than let her have her way.]
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
[If I remember right, in a second he’s going to bite his tongue and pass out, and once he’s unconscious, well… nothing’s going to happen anyway.]
My hand froze.
I blanked for a second.
Then I looked up.
Evan’s eyes were red at the corners, like he was holding himself back by sheer force. His throat worked as he swallowed.
“Baby, let me take care of you some other way first, okay?” His voice was rough, strained almost beyond recognition. “You’ll get hurt if we do this.”
What?
Just because I wanted to sleep with him, he was going to send me to India?
The thought scared me so badly my hand tightened on instinct.
He sucked in a sharp breath.
The veins at his temple jumped.
His voice came out hoarse and wrecked. “Baby, are you trying to murder your future husband?”
Husband?
This time I didn’t hesitate at all.
I scrambled right off him, jumped off the bed, and started yanking my clothes back on in a full-blown panic.
Evan seemed completely thrown by my slick little combo move.
“Baby, what are you doing?”
He tried to sit up, only to get jerked back onto the bed by the handcuffs.
And I was already standing there with my heels in one hand, halfway to making my escape.
At his question, my back went rigid.
I turned around in a panic.
Damn it.
Think of an excuse. Fast.
“Um, sorry,” I blurted. “I had too much to drink tonight and mistook you for someone else.”
My eyes flicked guiltily downward for half a second.
Then I rushed on, “You… you should handle your situation yourself.”
The second the words left my mouth, I spun around and bolted.
“What did you just say?”
The door slammed shut behind me, the gust of wind from it cutting off Evan’s shocked, gritted-out voice inside the room.
Not until I shoved open my dorm room door, stumbled to my desk, and chugged half a bottle of water did my heart finally start to slow.
On the way back, I’d already pieced everything together from the floating live comments.
The world I was living in was actually a fluffy campus romance novel.
Evan Sterling was the male lead. Nora Bennett was the female lead.
She was also the poor scholarship girl his family had supported for years.
Their setup was obvious now: the untouchable rich golden boy and the delicate but resilient white-lotus type.
And me?
I was the villainess.
The disposable character meant to help Evan gain relationship experience and push the plot along.
No wonder.
We’d dated for three years, and the whole time he’d guarded himself from me like I was something dangerous. Everyone around us used to joke that I had it too good. After all, Evan Sterling—Aster University’s cold, unreachable campus heartthrob—had admirers lined up from here to the next school over.
And yet he’d lowered himself for me.
So even though our relationship had stayed strangely… frigid for three whole years, I’d never thought much of it.
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
I told myself he was conservative. Reserved. That he was being responsible with me.
I never imagined he was saving himself for another girl.
And that wasn’t even the worst part.
According to the plot, I’d eventually grow jealous and use my family’s power to keep targeting the heroine in one brain-dead move after another, digging my own grave the entire time.
In the end, I’d get the full nightmare package: my family ruined, my life destroyed.
With nowhere left to go, I’d run back to the place Evan and I once shared, desperate and broken, begging him to spare me for old times’ sake.
But then the heroine would say, in that trembling little voice of hers, “Evan, I… I get scared just seeing her. Could you please not let her come looking for you anymore?”
And just like that, I’d be dragged off to a psychiatric hospital.
Later, I’d be tormented there until I was nearly out of my mind. I’d break down, sobbing on my knees, apologizing to them over and over, swearing I’d never do it again.
Evan would hold Nora in his arms and look at me like I was less than dirt.
Then he’d say lightly, almost lazily, “Take it. You owe Nora all of this.”
I’d lose the last of my hope and, unable to bear it anymore, hang myself on the anniversary of the day we got together.
A shiver ran through me.
Yeah. No thanks.
Whoever wanted that romance could have it.
I was not signing up to be some tragic idiot.
I grabbed my phone, pulled up Evan’s contact, and stared at the chat window.
I wanted to curse him out.
I didn’t dare.
In the end, I typed just three words.
Let’s break up.
Send.
Block.
The next morning, I woke up to my phone vibrating itself to death from an unknown number.
1:13 a.m.—
“Sabrina, pick up.
“Why do you want to break up?
“Is it because of that guy?
“Who is he?
“If I get my hands on him, I’ll kill him.
“When did this start?
“Did I really make you lose interest?
“I’m outside your dorm right now.
“I’m staying here tonight. I want to see what kind of bastard thought he could steal you from me.”
8:30 a.m.—
“Are you awake?
“I thought about it. If you want to… do that, I’m not saying no.
“Come downstairs. Let’s talk.
“I brought breakfast from that place you love.”
9:00 a.m.—
“I need to go to the hospital. Something urgent came up. I’ll find you when I get back.”
For a second, I honestly wondered if I was still dreaming.
What was Evan doing?
I was the one who dumped him, but from the look of those messages, he sounded like he was on the verge of losing his mind.
Well, men were possessive like that. Even if they weren’t that into you, they still couldn’t stand the idea of getting cheated on.
Exactly. He’s obviously here to settle the score with the villainess. A guy as proud as the male lead would never accept being dumped.
And with that sharp tongue of his? I’m actually worried she won’t be able to handle it when they meet.
After all, all the male lead’s tenderness is reserved for the female lead, baby!
I knew it.