The Extra's Role is Too My Taste (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
The man staggered toward Brody.
It seemed the drug hadn’t completely failed—it was just that he was swaying heavily.
“Ah!”
Because of that, he nearly knocked over the teacup.
No, not just the teacup—it looked like everything on the desk was about to crash to the floor.
‘Ugh! No!’
If someone happened to walk in during this commotion, it would be a disaster.
Instinctively, Brody rushed over and supported him.
His solid frame pressed heavily against her.
Fortunately, they avoided the loud crash of things shattering to the floor.
A cold trickle of sweat ran down her back as Brody let out a sigh of relief.
But it was still too soon to relax.
Whether to keep himself from falling or to stop Brody from escaping—
he gripped her arm tightly.
Her thin arm, as frail as someone who hadn’t even managed to boil porridge, was easily enclosed in his large hand.
‘At this rate, even if I use my “ability,” escaping will be difficult.’
Brody grimaced and looked up at him to assess the situation.
Their eyes met less than a hand’s breadth apart.
Even with his half-lidded, hazy eyes, he stared intently at Brody.
For some reason, his gaze looked… incredibly tender.
Brody felt her heart tighten.
It was the first time she’d ever received such a look from a man.
Heavy and solemn, yet filled with longing.
Why? Why was he looking at her like that?
Following his blue eyes, Brody’s green eyes began to waver too.
‘Handsome! Guilty as charged!’
Brody shook her head vigorously, blaming everything on his striking looks.
She concluded it wasn’t that his gaze was special—it only seemed that way because of his appearance.
She needed to stay sharp if she didn’t want to get swept up in this.
“U-um… I’ll help you lie down.”
Brody decided first to get this dazed man into bed—and then feed him more “Meshu” until he passed out completely.
She guided him toward the bed.
Though he was as heavy as a waterlogged sponge, thankfully, he obediently followed her lead.
“Ugh…”
Barely reaching the bedside, she rolled him onto the bed as if wrestling him.
Even as he tumbled onto the mattress, he refused to let go of Brody’s arm.
Because of that, she helplessly fell face-first onto the bed—
right into his arms.
“Ah!”
He pulled the woman in his arms closer, embracing her tightly.
Then he buried his nose against her neck and took a deep breath.
Naturally, his lips brushed against the skin near her neck.
Brody shivered at the unfamiliar sensation.
Fortunately, apart from breathing against her neck, he made no other move.
‘No—actually, not “fortunately”! I need to escape!’
His slow breathing and warm body heat felt surprisingly comforting, nearly stealing her resolve—until Brody snapped back to her senses.
It had to be tonight. If he regained consciousness tomorrow, trouble would surely follow—he’d wonder why he suddenly felt drowsy after drinking tea.
Brody twisted her body.
Unexpectedly, he easily let her go as soon as she moved.
His continual unpredictability kept leaving Brody flustered.
The man sat silently on the edge of the bed, gazing up at her.
His slightly moist, glistening eyes somehow made him seem as though he yearned for her.
Was that impression accurate? He reached for Brody’s hand.
Not forcefully—but gently.
So softly that she could pull away anytime she wanted.
‘What is this? I can’t even understand what’s going on.’
Staring at him, Brody made a decision.
Slowly, she lowered her face. Her light brown, curly hair cascaded down, spilling over his upper body.
Carefully, her lips softly touched his.
She felt his body jolt slightly and stiffen at the contact.
But soon, his large hand cradled her nape, pulling her lips into a deeper kiss.
‘Mmm…’
It was softer than she’d expected.
Amid his heated breath, Brody struggled to keep her mind from drifting away.
Desperately, she crushed the “Meshu” leaf she’d grown on her tongue and pushed it into his mouth.
Thankfully, perhaps because of his dazed state, he swallowed it readily.
‘He should fall asleep now.’
But unfortunately, he didn’t fall asleep.
‘Why?! With this dosage, he shouldn’t wake up even if someone hammered on his head tomorrow morning!’
Even more frustrating was the fact that Brody herself, who’d chewed the “Meshu” leaf so diligently to transfer it to him, was starting to feel drowsy from its effects.
Just as the gentleness began turning intense, the man pulled away.
She looked at him—now separated from her by only a hand’s breadth, meeting her eyes.
The stern expression he usually wore as if it would never soften now held a trace of tenderness.
The deep wrinkle between his eyebrows, usually shadowed with tension, had vanished, leaving only a faint mark behind.
Was it because of the “Meshu” loosening his gaze? He looked peaceful—and that peace looked satisfied.
His eyes seemed to seek her consent.
‘I should obviously refuse…’
Yet she found herself hesitating—and wondered why.
For a moment, Brody silently gazed at him: his sharp hairline, his straight nose, his piercing sapphire eyes set within sharp eyelids, and his firm jaw softened by gentle lips.
Swallow. She unconsciously gulped. Her heartbeat quickened.
More than anything else, it was the strangely desperate atmosphere radiating from this large, wild man—so unlike what one would expect—that made her heart flutter.
Feeling inexplicably sorry for the man unwinding in her arms, Brody unknowingly reached out her delicate hand, brushing over the faint wrinkle on his brow, the pain-stained corners of his eyes, and the face deeply marked by responsibility.
‘It’s because he’s handsome. Just because he’s handsome.’
With her fuzzy mind, she thought:
How often in life would she encounter a man so perfectly to her taste?
She might never again—neither in her past life nor in this one—find herself in such a situation.
In fact, even whether this was her past life, a novel, or a dream was growing increasingly unclear.
Perhaps this was just a dream caused by the last novel she’d read.
When she woke, she might find herself in a hospital bed—or perhaps in the afterlife.
Even if it wasn’t a dream, wasn’t he someone she’d never cross paths with again?
She had spent her whole life sacrificing herself for her family, enduring hardship after hardship. So perhaps, just for this moment—or from this moment onward—
‘Maybe it’s okay to live as my heart desires.’
His gaze was too gentle, his warmth too comforting—so Brody tugged the hand that held his cheek.
It was a night both long and short, one she’d never experienced before.
[This is the timeline separator]At the first light of dawn, Brody rose.
Beside her, the man lay slumped—deep in sleep.
No matter how she looked at it, this wasn’t a dream.
‘I really did it. I went through with it.’
It had been a night when she made a choice she normally wouldn’t—but strangely, it didn’t feel wrong.
‘Well, considering…’
Brody looked at the man once more. He wasn’t even doing anything special—just lying there, breathing—but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from this unexpectedly beautiful sight.
‘Ah… taste really is something else.’
Feeling slightly embarrassed for admiring his looks even in this situation, Brody rubbed her neck and hurriedly gathered her clothes.
Despite her movements, the man showed no sign of waking.
‘Right—after taking that much Meshu, of course he’d sleep like this. That’s normal.’
Brody felt relieved.
‘They say Grand Duke Icewall is insane and cruel—but not a single rumor seems true.’
She painfully pushed herself up, every part of her body aching.
It had been an incredible night.
Though sore all over, she somehow felt satisfied.
It didn’t seem like a bad day to start a new life.
‘It’s a pleasant morning.’
The tent fabric began catching the sunlight, glowing softly.
‘If I don’t wake from this dream, then I must live in this reality.’
She sat at the edge of the bed, gazing down at the peacefully sleeping man.
Would she ever spend a night like this with such a man again?
No—she probably wouldn’t even cross paths with him again.
She’d surely bury this memory deep within her heart, but she wouldn’t regret it.
Thinking his unguarded expression looked gentle, she carefully brushed his brow.
Still, he didn’t wake.
“Goodbye, handsome extra Grand Duke.”
And so, Brody safely used her “ability” to escape.
[This is the timeline separator]How much time had passed?
The tent was now fully bright.
As sunlight filtered through the fabric and touched the man’s eyes, his eyelids fluttered open slowly.
This morning felt different from usual.
‘So bright… and clean.’
Blinking at the strange sensation, he stared at the ceiling. It was the familiar canvas of his tent.
“Your Grace, are you awake?”
Hearing a voice from outside, he suddenly jolted upright in alarm.
He quickly grasped reality.
Judging by the harsh light flooding in, it was already late morning—later than usual.
Initially flustered about oversleeping, he noticed something even more absurd.
He was naked—and completely alone.
He hurriedly gathered his clothes. To be so disheveled during wartime—he reproached himself for such irresponsible behavior.
‘Was last night just a dream?’
A dream? What dream?
Though his memory was hazy, his mind felt clearer than ever.
Then he realized why.
‘My headache is gone.’
The terrible headache that had tormented him for 24 hours—had vanished.
This was the first time since gaining his sense of “self” that he’d experienced such a thing.
He was genuinely startled by how light and free he felt without the pain.
‘How did this happen?’
As he pondered this, his aide’s voice came from outside, asking, “May I come in?”
Composing himself, the man quickly donned even his light armor before answering.
“Come in.”
The aide entering the tent looked visibly tense.
After all, the Grand Duke, who always rose earlier than anyone else, was behaving completely out of character.
“Sorry for oversleeping. I must’ve fallen into a deep sleep for once.”
“Oh—it’s not so late as to warrant an apology. But…”
The aide’s expression darkened as he scanned the tent.
He asked, “Where did the woman go?”
[This is the timeline separator]Brody was a “Plant Mage.”
As long as she had a source of “nutrients” to serve as a medium, she could grow plants anytime, anywhere.
Both the poison and the Meshu had been grown right in her palms.
‘That’s why no matter how thoroughly they searched me, they couldn’t find anything—because it didn’t exist at the time of the search.’
Constantly surrounded by plants, she was deeply knowledgeable about botany, herbalism, cooking, and more—and skilled at applying that knowledge creatively.
‘You’re clever, Brody. How could you waste such an ability like that?’
She grew thick tree roots through the tent floor, creating a short tunnel leading outside.
Once outside, she wrapped her entire body in plants to resemble a tree, then carefully slipped away during a quiet moment.
This wasn’t some clumsy disguise of sticking leaves onto her skin—it was on another level entirely.
Unless someone forcibly tore apart the vegetation, no one would ever detect Brody hidden within.
Normally, she’d have been dead by now from poisoning. And right now, the Grand Duke—deeply asleep from Meshu—would surely remain undisturbed by such quiet commotion.
Having successfully escaped the camp, Brody quickly fled deep into the forest with the aid of plants.
‘Ugh, I’m aching all over.’
Though sore from last night’s passionate encounter, what did that matter when her life was at stake?
Brody ran until she felt she’d gone far and deep enough.
Thanks to the plants’ help, running was much easier.
‘This should be far enough.’
Only after entering a part of the forest where no trace of humans remained did Brody finally stop.
The relief of successful escape washed over her, bringing a wave of exhaustion.
Leaning against a large tree trunk, she massaged her legs.
‘What in the world is happening to me?’
After experiencing death, suddenly dropping into an unfamiliar land with faint traces of civilization, spending a night with a man perfectly to her taste, using a strange ability to escape, and running all day until she ended up in this deep, rugged forest—
‘I don’t even like hiking!’
Muttering to herself, Brody grew a sweet potato. She debated starting a fire but worried smoke might attract danger.
‘Better to endure it today.’
Chewing raw sweet potato absentmindedly, she sank into thought.
‘What an amazing ability. With this, there’s absolutely no way I’d ever starve to death! I can’t make fabric yet, but if I learn, clothing is solved! With plants, I can build shelter even in barren fields—housing solved! With famine crops and various food sources always available through my body—food solved! Just like that, all my basic needs are covered! And that’s not even all—I could probably make a fortune with this if I play my cards right!’
Lost in daydreams about her future, Brody was overtaken by drowsiness.
She didn’t even notice when her eyes closed—but shortly after, she woke abruptly to intense cold, her heart nearly freezing at the sight before her.
Somehow, Grand Duke Icewall now stood there, staring at her with icy blue eyes.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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Chapter Comments (21)
Hahaha, what is this? It’s as if she drugged him. The Duke looks cute clinging to her.
What is this? They are boring heroes. Why are there no events between them?
Why don’t they explain everything from the beginning? Why start a war they can’t win? Yes, royal families are always evil villains.
Inline Comments (29)
Reflecting on it, she hadn’t once thought about his headache during their journe
With all the events she went through, it’s very normal for her not to remember Aidan’s headache at all.
He was still kind, yes—but no longer showed that impatient yearning to have her
After the number of times she refused to marry him, now Brody was upset why Aidan changed! What exactly does Brody want?!
‘If you’ve lost interest in me, just say so—why not sleep properly? Are you avoi
Brody please don’t talk or think anymore! Her stubbornness is very annoying. Male lead, find another heroine, please! (⩺_⩹)
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Miioo
Hahaha, she was caught so quickly! Poor Brody, she’s so bad at running and hiding.