I Became the Villain's Sister (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
He’s just a bit handsome, that’s all.
No, wait. If I think he’s handsome, my heart beats even faster. Cancel, cancel.
That man is just a yellow chick. A chick. Absolutely no need to be afraid. I stared at him while hypnotizing myself inwardly.
Fortunately, whether the self-hypnosis worked well or I was just exceptionally skilled at it, at some point the emperor genuinely looked like a chick to me.
Peep. Peep. An adorable little yellow chick.
Of course, the moment his voice slipped out, the hypnosis seemed to shatter instantly—but my racing heart had already calmed down considerably.
“How fascinating. You certainly know how to draw attention.”
“…Thank you for the compliment.”
Hearing his sharp voice made tension creep over me again. It felt like the champagne I’d just drunk might come rushing back up. My heart pounded so hard it felt ready to leap out of my mouth. Anyway, I was going to die.
“A compliment? I thought you were challenging me to a duel, staggering toward me like a newborn foal. I even wondered if you were an assassin.”
“…I’m certainly no assassin.”
I couldn’t manage anything beyond a feeble retort. Around us, people quickly scattered at the sight of the emperor, who now looked visibly displeased.
“Haha…”
“Don’t you have something to say? Or did you really come as an assassin?”
“No. I’m not an assassin, and I… I have nothing to say.”
At my words, the emperor’s expression softened ever so slightly.
“You seem to have something to say after all. Go ahead. Today, I’m in an exceptionally good mood, so I’ll listen to whatever you came here to say—even if you approached me like you meant to fight.”
“I didn’t come to fight…”
I glanced cautiously at him and our eyes met. Despite claiming to be in a good mood, his face had hardened.
I should deny it and run away, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn back now. Whether from the champagne I’d drunk too freely or the pressure of being watched, my legs trembled uncontrollably. But at this point, there was no escaping.
‘Surely he won’t kill me just for proposing marriage.’
Driven to the brink, my mind snapped, and I blurted out the words I’d been repeating to myself hundreds of times today.
I wasn’t afraid of him. Not at all. Swallowing hard, I reinforced my self-hypnosis once more.
“You must marry me. You—you, Your Majesty.”
I had no idea where that courage came from. The moment I spoke, I bit my tongue in panic. Not even “Will you marry me?” but “You must marry me.” I must truly be insane. Yet, surprisingly, the emperor merely tilted his head calmly.
Thankfully, there was no outburst like, “How dare someone like you propose to me!” followed by immediate execution.
Perhaps that was why my tongue, as if possessing a will of its own, kept moving. The fear vanished abruptly, as though my self-hypnosis had taken full effect.
“Why?”
“Because I must become the mother of your son.”
The emperor, who had been standing leisurely with his wine as if enjoying an amusing spectacle, suddenly snorted and spat out the wine he’d just drunk. Something damp splashed onto my face.
“Oh.”
“My apologies. I was just terribly startled.”
He handed me a handkerchief, and without thinking, I wiped my face with it. It had been red wine—he must’ve made quite a mess of my face.
Meanwhile, the emperor spoke again.
“So, not to become empress—but to be the mother of my son.”
“I know… you already have a son.”
The emperor already had a child—unknown to everyone—a boy who would suddenly appear on his eighth birthday and immediately be named crown prince. At my words, the emperor’s face stiffened in apparent shock.
“There is no such thing.”
“I know it exists.”
“I said there isn’t.”
“You don’t need to hide it. I’ll keep this a secret.”
At that, the emperor let out a soft chuckle. Wiping his lips with a fresh, snow-white handkerchief drawn from his sleeve, he looked eerily like a dangerous demon.
The stain on his mouth seemed less like red wine and more like blood—cruel and unsettling.
Yet he still watched me with eyes full of suspicion. But I’d expected exactly this reaction.
Every emperor has at least one secret—this one just happened to involve his hidden son.
‘So, his son’s existence is quite a significant secret to him.’
“I said it doesn’t exist.”
“That’s fine. I won’t tell anyone.”
The emperor’s gaze flicked toward me, slightly irritated now, his expression shifting from moments before. For a long while, he remained silent.
An emperor handsome but utterly lacking in charm—those words fit him perfectly.
“You see, I despise people who speak nonsense. And sharing space with such a person is utterly dreadful.”
His suspicion and wariness remained completely unshaken. I’d charged at him recklessly, hoping to make a strong impression on our first meeting—but maybe I’d gone too far.
“And you, my dear, are precisely the kind of person I detest.”
“But it’s the truth.”
“Even if a blade were held to your throat, would you still insist this nonsense is true?”
“Yes.”
Ah, maybe mentioning a blade was excessive. Instinctively, my hand brushed my throat, as if my body feared something unimaginable might actually happen.
“You’re quite bold. What exactly gives you such confidence?”
Though still suspicious, his tone suggested he was willing to hear me out.
If I showed weakness now, everything would be lost. So I lifted my chin higher with newfound confidence. Perhaps that’s why—or maybe because something about my words struck a nerve—
his expression, which had just denied any knowledge of the child, hardened instantly. My heart lurched again.
“…The existence of a child I don’t know.”
“Pardon?”
His menacing expression made my ears ring, so I barely caught his quiet murmur. Did he say “a child I don’t know”?
Was he testing me? Deliberately acting this way?
As I wondered, his face hardened as if ready to explode.
I swallowed hard, my throat clicking audibly.
“You seem awfully eager to stay by my side. Why not show me some charm instead? Stop spouting nonsense and saying strange things. Who knows? I might even clap for your little performance.”
Damn him. What an insufferable bastard—twenty years of bad manners served up in one go. How could anyone be like this? In an instant, the tension gripping my body vanished.
Replaced by a surge of anger.
“Why? Are you upset?”
“Upset? Not at all.”
“But dozens covet the empress’s seat. To defeat them, wouldn’t you need to be a bit more captivating? A merely pretty face is far too common…”
“I don’t need the empress’s seat.”
The emperor’s confident, relaxed demeanor froze instantly.
“You don’t desire the empress’s seat? So your unusual approach wasn’t to claim it after all?”
I nodded. I didn’t need to be empress—only the mother of his son. If I could raise him properly from childhood, I could prevent him from ever betraying my sister.
‘As long as I can stop that damn crown prince from becoming the bastard who betrays my sister in the future!’
I didn’t need the empress’s seat.
The sole reason I had to marry the emperor was precisely because of that crown prince.
The infamous bastard in question: Rodelo Soleben.
The emperor’s only son. To an emperor notoriously disdainful of women, this wretched boy was his one and only child.
Rodelo Soleben, whose very existence had been unknown, would appear before the world as if dropped from the sky on his eighth birthday—and be immediately named crown prince.
This was an unchangeable future, clearly stated even in the novel.
‘And Rodelo is also the one and only man my sister Shasha will ever love.’
Shasha, who’d been used by her family her whole life, would leave them the moment she came of age.
Realizing she’d been gaslit by her family all along, she’d run away. A year later, she’d reappear—
at the crown prince’s side, as his devoted servant. Shasha, hollowed out by betrayal and with no one to lean on, saw in the crown prince someone just like herself—and fell in love.
But in the novel, the crown prince would fall for the female lead instead.
Knowing Shasha loved him, he never gave her even a fraction of his heart. To him, she was nothing more than a tool.
Rodelo would use Shasha perfectly to kill his own father and ascend the throne.
He wouldn’t hesitate to slaughter even infants if they carried a drop of imperial blood—slaughtering every other royal as if none but himself should exist.
‘I don’t know the full story, but killing your own father? That’s just wrong.’
Just thinking about it sent chills down my spine. That despicable crown prince, too lazy to do the dirty work himself, had used my sister instead.
“Your eyes look sharper than before. Do you desire something greater than the empress’s seat?”
Worried he’d misunderstand, I waved my hands dismissively.
“Oh, no! All I wish for is to become the mother of Your Majesty’s son.”
“Do you intend to act as regent, then?”
“Not at all. I simply ask for the chance to raise the child.”
There was the unchangeable future and the changeable one. I was preparing for both. Shasha being used by her family was already set in stone. Crown Prince Rodelo’s birth was also inevitable.
Preventing her family from using Shasha further—that was the future I could alter.
Ensuring the crown prince couldn’t exploit the emptiness in Shasha’s heart—raising him properly myself—was another future I could shape. That’s why I proposed to the emperor.
“I can’t understand this at all.”
“Just grant me a small palace within the imperial grounds. I don’t seek the empress’s seat or harbor any other intentions.”
There, I’d raise our Shasha alongside that future troublemaker, the crown prince.
As close siblings. A bond where neither would ever hurt the other. Their flawed personalities surely stemmed from how they’d been raised as children.
Just imagining it brought a smile to my face.
“…You’re making a sinister expression.”
“Me? Oh, no. Sinister? Not at all.”
“A moment ago, you were trembling like you couldn’t speak—and now you’re perfectly fine. Quite an entertaining performance, I’d say.”
Hearing that, I checked myself—and strangely, the earlier tension had vanished. It felt like the relief after successfully delivering a difficult speech. Of course, his words made my heart flutter again.
‘I must have a talent for hypnosis. Except when he speaks seriously, everything the emperor says sounds like a chick peeping.’
Worried he might misinterpret my thoughts, I quickly erased both my daydream and my expression.
“In any case… I’m not asking for anything grand.”
“That was quite amusing. But most women later demand much more. For instance…”
“Don’t worry. I’ll never fall in love with His Imperial Majesty the Emperor.”
“Why not?”
“It’s simply not my style.”
I’d meant it to reassure him, but his face twisted unpleasantly.
“You’re truly the first person to ever say such a thing to me.”
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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I mean, for starters. Why is she being so reckless? She doesn’t have anything, and being realistic, her parents don’t need to even ask her. They can just use force and take the child themselves