I Will No Longer Live As Your Villainess (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
Lorilors took a step forward. They were now close enough that their toes nearly touched. Lorencia, looking flustered, stepped back by one pace—exactly as much as Lorilors had advanced.
The social dance she remembered didn’t involve standing so close that their toes nearly touched. It began with a bow while facing each other, then moved fluidly like water—close but never actually touching. Such overt hugging and physical contact was never part of it.
“Lady Lorencia, social dancing begins precisely like this—with a man and woman pressed close together. You mustn’t pull away.”
Every time he moved forward, Lorencia stepped back. This repeated endlessly until Lorilors reached his limit. In frustration, he began to scold her.
“Do you truly intend to learn how to dance?”
“Isn’t the proper beginning of a social dance a formal greeting? And please, don’t press your body so closely against mine.”
“You should simply do as I instruct. Why must you lecture me like a teacher? I’m the one teaching you!”
It was now glaringly obvious why Madam Anne had so brazenly assigned Lorilors to her. His lecherous eyes raked over her still-developing body, making her lips tremble with disgust. Lorencia’s patience had reached its end.
His dull eyes, gleaming with lust, filled her only with revulsion. At that very moment, as she quietly pondered within her small mind how best to kill him—
Lorilors before her seemed to freeze. Then, like a reflection rippling on disturbed water, his image began to waver, giving way to a swirling vortex that threatened to swallow him whole. Her shock lasted only briefly.
The vortex quickly stilled, and Lorilors vanished from before her eyes. Instead, an entirely different scene appeared.
Before her stood a woman—her name was ‘Sophie.’ She was crying, begging to be sent home, while Lorilors stood over her. He drained the bottle of liquor he’d been holding, then rolled the empty bottle across the floor toward her, where she crouched in the corner. Watching it roll, the corners of Lorilors’ mouth twisted into a sickening smirk.
“If you don’t obey me, I’ll kill your whole family, you commoner girl.”
His face, directed at Sophie, was filled with unmistakable desire.
Lorencia stretched out her arm, desperate to help the weeping Sophie. She ran forward with all her strength to stop him—but only grew farther away.
The scene rippled once more and changed again.
Lorilors chuckled mockingly at Sophie before him.
Lorencia clamped her hand over her mouth. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She could clearly see Sophie, already wounded by him—her eyes unfocused, tears endlessly falling.
The two figures before her rippled like disturbed water, then quickly settled. The vision vanished as though it had never been real.
“Lady Lorencia, what are you so deeply pondering?”
She didn’t understand why Lorilors’ past had suddenly appeared to her, but one thing was certain: what she’d witnessed wasn’t merely his past—it was the record of his sins.
“You look beautiful even when lost in thought.”
Lorilors looked down at her with satisfaction and stroked her cheek. A chill ran down her spine.
“This isn’t right, Viscount Lorilors.”
“What isn’t right?”
“I have no desire to engage in social dancing with you if it requires this much physical contact.”
“That’s simply how social dancing is meant to be. Don’t resist—just surrender your body to me.”
Lorilors licked his lips once more. Madam Anne had whispered to him:
No one would enter this room—it was as good as a prepared banquet.
“Please leave now.”
“Do you know we’re practically destined to marry? I’ve heard you haven’t even had your first moonflow yet.”
“Did Madam Anne tell you I haven’t had my first moonflow?”
“Madam Anne was worrying about whom to marry you off to, so I told her I’d take you myself.”
Lorilors seized Lorencia’s slender wrist tightly.
“Let go of my wrist, Viscount Lorilors.”
Just as Lorilors, smirking wickedly, moved to grab her hair—
The vase that had been sitting motionless before her suddenly moved on its own.
Startled, Lorilors released Lorencia’s wrist.
“What—what’s going on!”
The vase floated midair for a moment before crashing sharply to the floor, shattering into pieces. Lorilors shook his head, took a step back—and collapsed heavily onto the floor.
His eyes were now filled with sheer terror.
The vase at the center of the table had abruptly moved. Goosebumps erupted all over his body. He trembled uncontrollably. He needed to flee the room, but his limbs refused to obey.
“What’s wrong, Viscount Lorilors?”
Lorilors stared at Lorencia with terrified eyes. Though he’d just witnessed the vase move and shatter by itself, Lorencia showed not the slightest fear—in fact, she looked down at him with calm composure.
Ignoring his frightened state, Lorencia walked past him, picked up the bell on the table, and rang it. No one came. She rang it again forcefully—still, no sign of anyone approaching.
Clearly, Anne must have instructed everyone not to enter no matter what sounds came from the room. Overwhelmed by rising fury, Lorencia threw the bell to the floor.
She walked straight toward the door. With each step she took toward it, the decorative items and clocks hanging on the walls fell and shattered. The inexplicable clatter of objects crashing filled Lorilors with such dread that his body froze in place.
Lorencia grasped the doorknob—but it wouldn’t turn. She twisted harder, but the door remained firmly locked from the outside.
She’d anticipated this might happen. She’d steeled herself—but actually experiencing it left a foul taste in her mouth.
Abandoning the door, Lorencia walked toward the trembling Lorilors and looked down at him coldly.
Anne must have told Lorilors to lock the door, assuring him that whatever “incident” occurred inside would be acceptable. That “incident” would surely be something deeply humiliating for a woman—and naturally, all blame would fall on Lorencia, accused of seducing him. The thought only drew a bitter smile from her.
If Anne wanted an “incident” to happen in this room exactly as she wished—
Then an incident would occur. But Anne would be the one to deal with its consequences—and she would find them utterly unbearable.
Lorencia gave a faint, mocking laugh. Then, just as quickly, her expression hardened.
“Viscount Lorilors.”
“Huh?”
“Rather than marrying me outright, would you like to start with courting me first?”
To Lorilors, who was still reeling from what had just happened, Lorencia’s sudden suggestion to court him seemed grotesque. However much this might suit his usual tastes, he had no desire to get close to such a strange girl.
“Lady Lorencia, I believe you’d best have another gentleman serve as your debutante escort for your first dance.”
“Get away.”
Just as Lorilors voiced his refusal, a loud *crash* echoed through the room at Lorencia’s command to “get away.” The framed portrait hanging behind him had fallen and shattered.
“Do you really think these objects in this room are falling and breaking by accident?”
Too shocked to close his mouth, Lorilors began hiccupping uncontrollably.
“You’ll court me, won’t you, Viscount Lorilors?”
Lorencia looked down at Lorilors, trembling uncontrollably, with the same detached indifference one might use to glance at a pebble on the road. Imagining using that pebble to crack open an enemy’s skull brought her a strange pleasure.
“Viscount Lorilors, you must give me an answer.”
Lorilors bit the inside of his cheek and his tongue, barely managing to suppress the terror and trembling rising within him. He nodded vigorously in reply to everything Lorencia said—anything to avoid meeting the same fate as the shattered frame. He couldn’t even comprehend what was happening to him. All he knew was that he was being dragged away by a monster.
A monster. He’d made a terrible mistake—he’d tangled with a monster.
Anne laughed loudly.
“Mistress, are you in a good mood?”
“Of course. The thought of that monster suffering a humiliating fate fills me with joy.”
After all, even if Lorencia endured something terrible, Luans wouldn’t abandon her over it.
On the contrary—Luans would cradle the wounded Lorencia with utmost tenderness. That was exactly what Luans wanted.
More than that, the thought of having etched an unforgettable wound into Lorencia—like a permanent tattoo—made all the pent-up resentment in Anne’s chest finally dissipate.
“It’s about time to open the door now. Go see what state they’re in.”
But Lorencia emerged looking perfectly composed, as though nothing had happened at all. And the atmosphere between the two was clearly unusual.
“Viscount Lorilors, then I’ll see you again tomorrow at ten.”
“Understood. Beautiful Lorenc—no, Loa.”
“Yes, Viscount Lorilors.”
When Lorencia extended her right hand, Lorilors’ lips twitched. He knelt on one knee and gently pressed his lips to the back of her offered hand with an audible kiss—the kind reserved only for lovers.
“Madam Anne, thank you for introducing me to such a fine gentleman.”
Lorencia thanked Anne with a joyful expression. It took Anne a moment to understand what she was saying.
“I’ve officially become Viscount Lorilors’ sweetheart.”
“Hahaha… I’m embarrassed, Loa.”
To Lorencia, Lorilors’ awkward laugh seemed like mere acting. But to Anne, he appeared more genuinely bashful than any man she’d ever seen. She’d explicitly instructed him to cause an “incident”—yet this?
“Well then, Miss Loa—I look forward to our date tomorrow.”
“Yes.”
“What on earth is going on right now?”
“Viscount Lorilors, I’ll be ready tomorrow—please come pick me up.”
“Understood, my fiancée.”
“Then I’ll take my leave.”
“I’ll come early for you, Miss Loa. Hahaha. Well then, I’m off.”
Lorencia watched Lorilors’ retreating back as he hurried away—her violet eyes held not a trace of emotion.
“Lorencia! You and Viscount Lorilors are sweethearts? What nonsense are you spouting!”
“As you heard. Viscount Lorilors confessed to me, and a man who declares affection for a monster like me—calling me beautiful—earned my favor. Our brief conversation wasn’t unpleasant at all. I even enjoyed his gentle touch.”
Lorencia blushed and looked down shyly.
“Do you even understand what you’re saying?”
“Yes. I’m telling you I have a sweetheart now. I’m truly looking forward to my debutante escort and first dance with him.”
“But you have His Highness Prince Luans!”
“Do you really think a child born between Prince Luans and me could ever be accepted? If the prince truly cared for me, he would have taken me as his consort at the very least. I know my place well enough, Madam Anne.”
Anne’s eyes, shadowed by long lashes, fixed unwaveringly on Lorencia—not even a single blink.
Their goal had been to ensure that once wounded, Lorencia would have no one to rely on but Luans. Yet now, instead of being hurt, she’d gained a sweetheart to lean on. If Luans and the others found out, Anne’s position would become extremely awkward.
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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