Raising a Villain Went Wrong (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
“Huh? Who are you asking? What on earth are you talking about, Young Master?”
At first, I thought he was joking. After all, he looked exactly like Dan Mok Bi and was treating me as if he’d never seen me before.
But his glaring gaze was so sharp that the smile slowly faded from my lips.
With an awkward expression, I sat down right next to Dan Mok Bi and asked him cautiously,
“Are you still sulking? I promised you, didn’t I? That I wouldn’t disappear without a word to you again. So please don’t be angry.”
Even after coaxing him so gently, the boy was still furious with me.
“Don’t say weird things. I’ve never seen you before.”
“No, Young Master, why are you acting like this? That joke isn’t funny.”
Just as I was starting to look serious, Baek Ho, nestled in my arms like a doll, let out a long yawn and spoke.
Hey, hey. Open your eyes wide. Is that kid really Dan Mok Bi?
“Master Baek Ho, what nonsense are you spouting again?”
What difference would opening my eyes wide make? Just as I pressed my finger firmly against Baek Ho’s heart-shaped nostril for talking nonsense—
“Huh?”
Upon hearing Baek Ho’s words, I suddenly felt a strange sense of dissonance.
‘Now that I think about it, why has the Young Master become so small and frail?’
He looked just like Dan Mok Bi when we first met—shorter than me and slighter in build.
‘But hasn’t he been eating well lately and growing quickly?’
Yet his face was identical, leaving me increasingly confused—as if time had only reversed for Dan Mok Bi.
I asked bluntly,
“…Who are you?”
When I finally realized he wasn’t Dan Mok Bi and asked in a dazed tone, the boy trembled and shouted,
“That’s my line! Who are you to grab my wrist and look down on me like that?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. You just look so much like someone I know.”
And honestly, it’s not my fault I’m looking down—I can’t help being taller!
At my apology, the boy blinked rapidly.
When Dan Mok Bi blinked, his hidden double eyelid would deepen momentarily before folding back in—and seeing that exact same habit sent chills down my spine.
“Someone who looks like me?”
The boy tilted his head at my words, then quickly narrowed his eyes and demanded,
“Could such a person even exist? Your apology doesn’t seem sincere at all! Can’t you properly kneel and beg for forgiveness?”
“Hah?”
Kneel?
I stroked Baek Ho’s fur to calm myself. So this child…
‘He must really be Dan Mok Chang.’
It was obvious—he looked so much like Dan Mok Bi. He was the original story’s protagonist, the one I’d been dying to meet!
‘But the original protagonist demanding I kneel just because I misnamed him? What on earth happened to his personality?’
The Dan Mok Chang I knew was a gentle, watercolor-like man.
With the patience of a kindergarten teacher, I calmly asked,
“Was it really that unpleasant for me to hold your wrist?”
“Y-yes. Father told me I’m an extremely, extremely special person.”
“So I have to kneel?”
“Yes!”
Ah, so that’s why he’s saying such nonsense—Dan Mok Su must have filled his head with strange ideas.
‘While Dan Mok Bi was just locked away, Dan Mok Su apparently brainwashed Dan Mok Chang instead.’
No wonder Dan Mok Chang later becomes that wistful male lead once he realizes his power isn’t truly his own but built upon countless sacrifices.
Well, if a child only ever hears such things, he might really start believing them. Calmly, I asked Dan Mok Chang,
“Young Master, who decides how special you are?”
“Uh…?”
Flustered by a question he’d never considered before, Dan Mok Chang blinked. I smiled gently and said,
“Isn’t it decided by the people who interact with you? Right?”
“W-well, I suppose so.”
“But if you demand I kneel and beg over every little thing, I doubt I’d think you’re special at all. I’d probably think you’re just a spoiled, sensitive child.”
“Then how do I become special?”
His childlike innocence showed clearly—he sparkled the moment I started coaxing him. I answered with a mature smile,
“Wouldn’t someone truly special be kind, gentle, and strong, yet still considerate toward the weak?”
“Hmm, that’s hard.”
Dan Mok Chang propped his chin on his hand and furrowed his brow. His sleeve rolled up slightly, revealing his slender forearm.
It was the same forearm that had once hurt my heart—the same as Dan Mok Bi’s.
‘I thought the original male lead was living happily…’
Suppressing my bitterness, I asked,
“Have you had breakfast?”
“No. The herb porridge they served this morning was so awful I threw it all away. I’ve been hiding here so I wouldn’t get scolded.”
“Oh dear.”
I remembered Dan Mok Bi saying he’d never eaten anything but plain rice porridge. I set Baek Ho down beside him and stood up.
“I didn’t bring anything with me in my hurry… Just a moment.”
Fortunately, the pond where Dan Mok Chang sat was close to the main courtyard where I’d been staying to help prepare meals.
‘All that cooking the past few days until my hands cracked—turns out it’s useful after all.’
I quickly went inside and secretly tucked some simple snacks into my robes before coming back out.
“Here.”
“What’s this?”
“Corn. Steamed corn. It’s a day old, but still edible.”
Though Dan Mok Chang frowned, he obediently took what I offered and quietly bit into the corn. Watching him, I smiled inwardly.
‘If it were Dan Mok Bi, he’d have said something harsh by now.’
Maybe because I’d grown used to Dan Mok Bi’s face, I could now notice the differences between them.
As Dan Mok Chang nibbled slowly on the corn, he murmured with a faint smile,
“It’s sweet.”
“I steamed it with sugarcane.”
His squirrel-like chewing cheeks were cute, but what caught my eye was the red mark on his wrist.
“But why is your wrist like that?”
I’d assumed it was just a minor skin condition—but his reply was beyond imagination.
“Father tied me up with rope when I tried to run away because sleeping on the bare floor was too cold. It got rubbed raw.”
“…”
Sleeping on the bare floor? So cold he wanted to run away?
That single sentence instantly revealed how this child had survived on Mount Shin.
The moment I grasped this, tears streamed down my face. Dan Mok Chang, mid-nibble, jumped in surprise.
“Why—why are you crying?”
“No, it’s just dust in my eye.”
I didn’t even deserve to cry. Why did I create such a setting that doomed both twins to misery?
‘I never knew Dan Mok Chang was living this wretchedly too.’
My heart felt like it was tearing apart. I held back my tears and gently blew warm breath onto Dan Mok Chang’s wrist.
“Heal quickly, owie. Hoo, hoo.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s supposed to make wounds heal fast. Didn’t your mother ever teach you that?”
“I can’t see Mother. She never steps out of the inner quarters.”
Since the original story never mentioned Lady Dan Mok either, I had no idea what her story was either.
After finishing the corn, Dan Mok Chang set it down and wiggled his wrist curiously.
“It really works! It doesn’t hurt at all now, and the redness is fading too?”
“I told you it would.”
Not that it really did. Even now, I kept telling myself comforting lies.
After twisting his wrist around a bit, Dan Mok Chang looked at me.
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Yeon. Lee Yeon.”
“Lee Yeon.”
Dan Mok Chang repeated my name carefully, then grinned and said,
“I’ll generously overlook your rudeness this time. Understood?”
He looked incredibly cute. I beamed and replied,
“Yes, thank you. Wonderful Young Master.”
“Hehe.”
At my praise, Dan Mok Chang puffed up his shoulders proudly. Just then—
“What are you doing here?”
“Ah!”
A cold voice poured down from above. I turned around, beaming, and stood up.
“Young Master!”
At last, Dan Mok Bi—the reason I’d come here—appeared.
Overwhelmed with relief and joy, I skipped over to him and sighed,
“Do you have any idea how shocked I was this morning when I woke up and you were gone?”
As I chattered on, I noticed something off.
“Wait, Young Master—what happened to your face? And your clothes?”
Who hurt Dan Mok Bi’s face? And his clothes looked torn too.
Just as I reached out in alarm to touch him here and there, Dan Mok Bi suddenly grabbed my shoulder and pulled me into his embrace.
“…Come here.”
His voice, flowing into my ear, was as soft as silk. He also tossed a remark toward Dan Mok Chang behind me,
“He’s mine.”
Dan Mok Chang gave no reply.
A little earlier, the previous night.
After finalizing the Divine Beast sealing plan, Dan Mok Su met his second son for the first time. He looked down with an icy coldness and the arrogance of a sovereign.
“Who are you?”
“…”
Dan Mok Bi remained silent. Dan Mok Su’s lips twisted grotesquely.
“Arrogant brat.”
In the same instant, Dan Mok Su’s figure blurred—then, with a thud, his foot slammed down where Dan Mok Bi had stood.
It was a strike meant to shatter a child’s bones in one blow—but it hit only the bare floor. Dan Mok Su’s eyebrow twitched.
“Dodged?”
Dan Mok Bi glared back defiantly, eyes wide. Without waiting, Dan Mok Su reached for him.
Thud, thud, thud—fists exchanged rapidly. Trained in martial arts with Baek Ho, Dan Mok Bi was accustomed to speed. Compared to Baek Ho, Dan Mok Su’s hand seemed slow.
“Ugh!!”
Yet his movements were utterly different from Baek Ho’s. They followed Dan Mok Spear Arts, not the Dan Mok First Sword he’d been practicing.
Still, merely dodging the clan head’s strikes several times was remarkable in itself.
Looking down at Dan Mok Bi, who staggered after taking a hit, Dan Mok Su spoke.
“Steward.”
“Yes, Clan Head.”
“Is this child truly my second son?”
“Yes! Absolutely.”
There was no real need to ask—the boy’s face bore the unmistakable mark of Dan Mok Su’s bloodline. What annoyed him was that he hadn’t known his son had grown like this.
“Why was this child’s condition concealed?”
Sensing Dan Mok Su’s displeasure, the steward prostrated himself flat and pleaded,
“We didn’t conceal it. He simply grew robust suddenly.”
“Is that supposed to be an answer?”
“It’s the truth. My report contained not a shred of falsehood.”
If the steward insisted this much, it was likely true.
‘Then perhaps the ritual itself went wrong.’
The timing of the steward’s report about Dan Mok Bi’s improved health coincided with the first attempt to summon Baek Ho.
‘Maybe the backlash of the ritual made Chang the scapegoat.’
Dan Mok Su stared at his second son with deeply shadowed eyes. His gaze held no affection—only cold calculation—and Dan Mok Bi’s eyes hardened in response.
In the past, he might not have understood, but after meeting Lee Yeon, he’d learned what affection truly meant.
And that look provoked Dan Mok Su.
“How dare you glare at me?”
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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