The Villain Who Robbed the Heroines chapter 1

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For beginners in society, how much space do you have?

Of course, most of the lives are tight with no spare time.

Because of that, there were not as many hobbies that I could enjoy after work or on a golden weekend than I thought.

So, I also gave up badminton, which I had enjoyed steadily until I got a job, and enjoyed reading novels while relaxing at home during honey-like breaks.

If it’s not for BL water where men give each other a pink stream and rub their butts, Genuine Yellowy can read romance fantasy with a feminine scent in a fun way.

“no? f*ck off… … This is not real.”

But even for me, the seizure button existed.

No, in fact, for most readers, this element was bound to be a common seizure button.

That’s right, NTR.

“… … ”

Yes, the atmosphere of the novel itself was very dark from the beginning, but for a first work, it was of considerable quality, and it was a work that was fun to follow even after paying a fee. No, I almost vomited blood.

In particular, it was from the meeting with the heroine that evoked the atmosphere of the novel, which was dark from the beginning, in a sad and sweet way.

‘under… … ‘

Even an abandoned heroine who is sacrificed for the awakening of the protagonist will never be treated like this.

When I stretched out my trembling finger and clicked on the comment window, comments, which were normally running at most 10, were overflowing.

Even though it was the first work, was he not aware that such a development would simply destroy the novel itself, leaving behind a backlash?

What the hell was the editor doing?

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Maybe it’s a work that doesn’t have a high number of purchases, so did you allow it by laying the pavement for an early completion?

I do not know.

I don’t know… …

Even a Yellowy like me had no choice but to expose his teeth and bite at this development.

Because I felt too betrayed to leave quietly.

You may be aware of the handshake.

Because unlike any other time, the writer’s review column today was just blank with no writing on it.

In general, even if a violent development unfolds, there are many readers who are waiting for the next episode.

No matter how the writer makes changes, he will print the next episode as it is and express his will to lead the content.

But I didn’t want to wait for the next one.

When the first work was unexpectedly popular and became a paid version, I saw the reviews of the cute writer who did not know what to do, and always encouraged me not to lose my mentality.

When my salary came in, I gave a small donation, and I cherished it like a treasure as if I was treating my own little novel.

As of today, I wrote a 5,700-character long article in comments, mail, and book reviews, but in reality, I excreted my feelings as if I thought the author was an emotional trash can.

Occasionally, I thanked me and replied to my comments at the end of the review, so the author probably remembers my nickname.

‘I can’t possibly know.’

I wonder if I was able to understand a little bit of the miserable feelings the readers felt after reading this NTR after seeing the reader who always encouraged and supported me turned and threw stones.

“after… … ”

With an annoyed sigh, I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes so as not to disturb my work tomorrow with an unpleasant feeling.

* * * * *

Ten days have passed.

In the meantime, ‘survival together.’ The next part of the novel that had the worst handshake showed no sign of coming up.

There is no notice to revise, and considering that it is the first work, I thought that maybe I would go into hiding like this.

‘okay… … ‘

Rather, it would be much better to take this handshake as a lesson, change the pen name and start a new activity.

The title of a writer who makes a heroine NTR is probably just as harsh as the title of a writer who turns to BL on the way, or a serial horse writer.

* * * * *

“ugh… … ”

On a golden Saturday, after having a drink with friends I hadn’t seen in a long time, I returned to my bedroom and fell asleep with my staggering body on the bed.

Please, I sincerely hope that the next morning, the hellish hangover will come even a little less.

‘!’

Fortunately, my wish came true, and when I opened my eyes, I couldn’t feel a single hangover.

However, the shocking sight that I had to witness with that vivid and clear mind is indescribable.

A woman with green hair, as if embracing spring, was lying beneath me, with a carefree expression on her face, and shedding faint tears without crying with eyes full of sadness.

‘crazy!’

Perhaps the memory of returning home last night, sobbing, was just a delusion and, in fact, had committed a s*xual crime.

As the dark process ahead was clearly pictured in my mind as if climbing an escalator, I tried to widen the distance, but for some reason my body couldn’t move freely.

「 Synchronization in progress… … Currently 11%”

‘what?’

And then, with a strange sound in my ear, my body started to move regardless of my will.

squeak!

A cheap bed makes an unpleasant sound.

Every time that happens, the woman’s body beneath her trembles intensely.

On the other hand, I forgot for a moment the embarrassment this situation brought with the sharp pleasure rising from the crotch.

cry!

Beads of my sweat dripped down on the woman’s cheeks looking down on her chin.

A long ejaculation follows from the genitals nestled inside the tightened v*gina.

I wanted to be immersed in the afterglow for a while, but my body, which was still moving freely regardless of my will, fell behind me and started to tidy up my messy clothes.

Immediately after, it seemed that nothing had happened.

Leaving behind the woman who was lying wretchedly on the cheap bed, the body, walking to the window, sits there, puts a cigarette in her mouth, bows her head to the lamp, and lights it.

“Eupemia El Laurenne Ruerg.”

Inhale and exhale the smoke at will.

A snout that moves and talks at will.

‘This… … ‘

is it a dream

When I heard the name Euphemia El Laurenne Louergra, I could only judge the current situation as a dream.

Because the name ‘survives like a scourge.’ Because it is the full name of the heroine that appears in the novel.

「 Synchronization in progress… … Currently 38%”

‘However… … ‘

if this is a dream

If it’s a lucid dream.

Can’t you normally move at will from the moment you perceive it?

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Moreover, even in a dream, forcibly experiencing the NTR process of a filthy and unpleasant heroine is quite annoying.

As if it were my body, but not my body, this person smoking cigarettes was probably the villain who NTRed the heroine–Ferzen von Schweig Brutein.

No, since I married Euphemia and succeeded to the count of Ruerg, I would become Ferzen von Schweig Ruerg.

「 Synchronization in progress… … Currently 64%”

‘… … ‘

Even if I try to ignore it, the constant audible noise related to the synchronization process is very annoying.

What happens when you reach 100%?

It doesn’t seem to imply waking up from a dream, will I be able to take full control of this Ferzen’s body?

If I can do that, I’ll open the window right now, jump out, commit suicide and then wake up.

“Is it your own rebellion to hug me like a doll? Then he continued his acting until the end, didn’t he?”

He was described as a nobleman, and his voice is a clear, mid-low tone that is easy to hear.

“The doll wouldn’t cry.”

He spit that word out, turned his head to the window, and smoked a cigarette, but the reflection in the window was damn good.

How can a simple black hair that is untidy and untidy look so stylish, enough to believe it’s a new hairstyle?

「 Synchronization in progress… … Currently 83%”

In terms of appearance alone, even if Ferzen was the main character, it was at a level that was not inferior.

Did you twist the line here because you thought it was too much to do NTR to a middle-aged nobleman with a bulging belly?

not.

If there had been such a thought in the first place, he would not have considered the option of making the heroine NTR from the beginning.

「 Synchronization in progress… … Currently 91%”

“People say that they think the most when they are lying in bed.”

「 Synchronization in progress… … Currently 98%”

“So, after thinking quietly there alone, resign. The reality that you belong to me.”

Just in time, Ferzen, who had finished smoking the cigarette, got up and left the room without any regrets.

「 Synchronization in progress… … Currently 100%”

「 Synchronization complete. 」

And when I stepped out into the dark, cold, dark hallway, where no one was, I heard the sound of synchronization being completed and I was able to move Ferzen’s body as I wanted.

Not only the vision, but also the other five senses of the body are clearly felt, so it is hard to tell whether this is a dream or reality.

shudder!

Whew!

“Suck!”

I opened the window of the tightly closed corridor and met the night breeze of Ruerg, the worst estate in the north, and I desperately knew what it felt like to freeze my lungs as I breathed in, so I immediately closed the window again.

“Ah!”

Then, when the icicles scratched his finger, drops of blood dripped down to the floor with a sharp pain.

“… … ”

Is this really a lucid dream?

The pain is so vivid that I can’t even dare to carry out the option of jumping outside, killing Ferzen, and waking up from my dream.

So, I stood in the hallway for a long time without saying a word.

How much time has passed for that?

Suddenly a memory of my childhood came to mind.

After that, the memories of me, Seo-jin Lee, and the memories of Ferzen’s childhood that follow are engraved in my mind.

One after another, repeating the process, the memories of Lee Seo-jin and Ferzen alternately fall back and forth and completely settle down.

Bondi, I, Seojin Lee, are 27 years old.

Ferzen’s age is set to be 24 years old.

Some may say that it is only a matter of fact, but is it because there was a difference in living for three more years?

Seo-jin Lee’s ego and Ferzen’s ego are piled up and assimilated one by one through that gap.

“… … ”

However, it did not mean that one’s ego had completely disappeared.

To be precise, I must have accepted it and absorbed it.

Just chewing your lips.

The habit of naturally popping out from painful situations is Ferzen’s.

Can this be said to have given me an edge?

Shake!

Even referring to myself feels very awkward.

“ah… … ”

As I was pondering for a long time how to deal with this situation, the moonlight that drove away the darkness softly permeated the window in the hallway and imprinted on my eyes the letters in the air that I had never seen before.

” Talent “

▶ corpse power

▶ corpse power

▶Peel

▶■Mo Jeong

” Character “

▶compulsive

▶ Affection

▶Poison

「Special ability」

▶???

▶Numbers■

it’s not korean

Empire–Ernes.

Ferzen’s memory, especially the parts related to knowledge, were assimilated slowly, so letters that were not understood were sparsely displayed.

“under… … ”

As it was New Year’s Eve, I heard the New Year’s Eve bell and shouted the status window, but there was no response.

“… … ”

shudder!

Standing numb like a rock, I opened the window in the hallway again and greeted the night breeze of Ruerg, the worst estate in the north.

Whew!

A sharp wind that seems to cut your flesh at any moment.

I haven’t even opened it for a while, but my ear is frozen and I feel like it’s going to fall off.

I had to admit to him.

‘Surviving together with evil.’ The villain in the novel.

He became the second son of the Marquis Brütein and the bastard who robbed the heroine of the protagonist, Ferzen von Schweig Brutein.

“haha… … ”

I hated NTR and bit it.

He would change the genre to NTL and give him a gift like this.

Isn’t talent good?

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Moreover, it did not advance to the beginning so that the error could be corrected, but it was skipped beautifully in a state where the water was already spilled.

Could the writer who wrote the novel be a god?

I do not know.

But one thing is for sure, that I am now regretting it.

I do not regret that I violently criticized the author with comments, notes, and book reviews.

There’s only one thing I regret.

In comments, notes, and book reviews, I was still formal and excreted my feelings to the author in a line that did not cross the line.

Rather than doing that, I regretted that I would curse the author’s great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandchildren.

“I don’t think I’m wrong.”

Naturally, I uttered a word in Ferzen’s tone and slowly lowered the window in the hallway.

Even if the parallel theory were true, there would be no world in which I would welcome the development of heroines being NTRs by villains.