Ending The Extra Villainess's Unrequited Love! (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 13
“Oh, the weather’s so nice today—I was going to read outside.”
Raoul sniffed the air like a puppy chasing the scent of spring.
“Yeah, I smell flowers.”
“Here?”
“Yeah.”
Diana turned her head to look around, but near the training ground, there wasn’t even a small vase nearby—let alone wildflowers.
‘Could the garden’s floral scent really reach all the way here?’
Raoul watched Diana, who blinked her eyes gently like a docile kitten, and let out a soft chuckle.
“Where do you think they are?”
“I was heading toward the annex. They say the cherry blossoms there have bloomed a lot.”
“I’ll come too. Wait for me.”
Before Diana could even reply, Raoul picked up his sword again and headed toward Vincent.
As she watched his retreating back, an odd fluttering sensation rose inside her stomach, as if butterflies were dancing within.
She clenched and then released her pink-tinted fingertips firmly, brushing off the ticklish feeling, and quickly moved to another spot.
Once she left the main building and approached the annex, a picturesque view met her eyes.
The garden—once lovingly tended by her mother—was filled with colorful primroses and pansies, and pink petals rained down from the cherry trees planted at the forest’s edge.
Diana was momentarily entranced by the beauty, then hurriedly spread a large cloth beneath the biggest tree and sat down.
‘It’s like heaven.’
She set down her fruit lunchbox and book beside her, savoring the serene scenery to her heart’s content.
Amidst the quiet stillness, the peaceful sounds of birds made her wonder if this place might truly be a utopia.
‘If only Father weren’t pulling strings from the shadows, I’d have no reason to leave this place…’
She pictured Arnel engulfed in flames in the near future.
Rebel attacks would flood the streets with blood, and walls would be scrawled with crimson messages filled with the enemy’s hatred.
The Duke’s head would be displayed atop the city walls—and by then, Diana would already have fled the castle.
‘This peace won’t last long.’
She swallowed a bitter taste and opened her etiquette manual, something she hadn’t touched in a long while.
‘I need to attend more social gatherings if I ever want to improve my dancing—but I’m so lacking in real practice.’
With a sigh, she lightly tapped a falling cherry blossom with her fingertip.
‘With skills like this, I won’t even dare approach Penice.’
Penice was the young viscountess of the prestigious Hastion family, notorious for her pride.
‘If I’m to earn money in the future, I absolutely must attend her fourteenth birthday party, no matter what…’
Diana thought of the man who would become her financial lifeline.
‘My golden goose… the genius painter Faisar…’
Suddenly fired with passion, Diana sprang to her feet.
‘Reading books alone won’t make me better. I need to practice.’
She stood with her feet shoulder-width apart and awkwardly raised her arms.
She swayed unsteadily, as if dancing with an invisible partner—her movements clumsy, like a pigeon that hadn’t flown in ages.
She danced like this for who knew how long, until breathless, she collapsed onto the grass.
‘The sky really is so blue…’
Warm air, pleasantly tired limbs, and a tranquil atmosphere—
Diana’s vision blurred, lulled by the gentle spring breeze.
‘I wonder when Raoul will finish…’
Before she could finish that thought, she sank into a deep slumber.
She slept sweetly without dreams for quite a while—until the faint rustling of turning pages woke her.
‘When did I fall asleep?’
“You awake?”
Beside her sat Raoul, who—she had no idea when he’d arrived—was reading a book.
“When did you get here?”
“About thirty minutes ago.”
“You didn’t… wake me?”
She rubbed her eyes, shaking off drowsiness.
Raoul looked at her sleepy face, then quietly lifted the book in his hand.
“You messed up the steps earlier.”
“…What?”
She glanced at the cover—it was the very same etiquette manual she’d been reading earlier. Her face instantly flushed crimson.
“…You didn’t… see, did you?”
“I saw you dancing when I arrived.”
“…No, but—why…”
Diana slid down, hiding her face in embarrassment.
Too ashamed to meet his eyes, she leaned her head toward the tree trunk—but Raoul slipped his hand gently between her head and the bark.
“You’ll hurt yourself.”
Startled by the ticklish motion, Diana jerked away. Raoul lowered his now-empty hand and gazed steadily at her blushing face.
‘A peach.’
Lately, in his eyes, Diana looked just like a sun-ripened peach.
At the slightest word, she’d lower her eyes and blush; if he drew even a little closer, she’d shrink back shyly.
She seemed as sweet and delicate as that tender fruit from the southern lands.
“You’re embarrassed by this too?”
“…Huh?”
“I was just worried you’d hurt yourself—I meant it kindly.”
“…I know.”
Diana gave an awkward smile and looked away.
Watching her expression shift instantly from shy to sullen reminded him suddenly of a white rabbit he’d once seen.
‘Rabbit, peach… what’ll come next?’
A strange curiosity stirred in him.
As Diana rolled her eyes in mortification, Raoul set down the book and asked,
“Want to practice with me?”
“What?”
“Dancing, of course.”
“…With you?”
“It’s a dance for two people. Of course you keep messing up when you practice alone.”
Raoul recalled the scene just moments ago.
Diana hadn’t noticed, but he’d been watching her dance practice for quite a while.
After finishing sword training, he’d seen her at the annex—wobbling like a newborn calf.
Her movements were so clumsy they were painful to watch—yet somehow, her bumbling dance hadn’t been unpleasant.
The way she’d collapse from exhaustion after awkwardly stumbling around, then fall into a careless nap outdoors—it was all so absurdly funny that he couldn’t help but smile.
This was the Diana he’d watched for three years—
A girl so ordinary, innocent, and harmless that her only secret act in solitude was stealing moments to practice dancing.
Perhaps that was exactly why his eyes kept drifting toward her.
Raoul had spent too long being deceived by people with blackened hearts.
Their deceitful intentions, hidden behind smiling faces, had always wounded young Lykan.
When Raoul sat beside the sleeping Diana, the floral scent from the training ground reached him again.
He realized the soft fragrance had already grown familiar—and it warmed his heart.
‘You’re nobility too… greedy nobility… Then why do you keep being kind to me? Why do you keep making me want to hope?’
Instead of answering, she revealed two small, pearly teeth through slightly parted lips.
White, blunt, and soft—they looked utterly harmless, as if incapable of hurting anyone.
“You’re different from ordinary people, right?”
Raoul asked—but Diana, lost in deep sleep, gave no reply.
How much time passed like this? The sun shifted, the shade vanished, and Diana made a small sound, fluttering her eyelids as if about to wake.
Only then did Raoul snap to attention and pick up the book.
As he skimmed the page she’d marked, Diana slowly sat up—just as she had moments ago.
Diana stared blankly at the hand extended toward her, hesitating for a moment.
“…Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I wouldn’t ask if I weren’t.”
“…Okay.”
Raoul stood up first.
Startled by the sudden turn of events, Diana hesitated—then, yielding to his insistent gaze, finally pushed herself up.
“Put your left hand on my shoulder.”
Diana gasped sharply, drawing in a deep breath.
Their distance naturally closed, and guided by his gentle lead, her hand rose to his shoulder.
“You hold the other hand like this.”
The unfamiliar warmth filling the gaps between their fingers made Diana flinch, her shoulders tensing.
‘What on earth is happening right now?’
Raoul placed his hand on her waist and spread their interlaced fingers wide.
“Now I’ll match your pace. Just move your feet the way you did earlier.”
Diana took hesitant steps. She stepped on Raoul’s feet several times, but he didn’t mind.
Instead, he pulled her waist more securely, steadying her.
Behind them, spring blossoms drifted through the air, and the boy standing so close to Diana looked like a painting.
When their eyes briefly met, Raoul moved only his lips, silently:
“Focus.”
‘Ugh, why does my crush have to be such a heartbreaker?’
Diana felt like crying for no reason.
The two of them rode the same train called “the original story,” hurtling toward different destinations.
Diana would part ways with him first at another station—but this cinematic moment would surely replay in her memory for the rest of her life, again and again.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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Before her lay that disgusting tongue, stretched out as if ready to touch her an
This is the worst situation I’ve ever read about that happened to a heroine🥲 Wasn’t this supposed to be a romance novel?! 😭😭
Kkkkkk—This was the final moment as her body tipped into the monster's maw.
Raoul!!! Come and save the poor heroine, she’s being eaten! Oh my God, will there be another time travel?!
Before parting, Ayla hugged both Diana and Raoul once more.
I hope you never appear in any chapters; you cause misunderstandings and create divisions between them.
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Sebastian!! Show Diana, she’ll die while you’re playing with butterflies like an idiot😂😭😭