[Full] The Villainess Just Wants to Live Quietly! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
On the surface, my day flowed as scheduled.
Today was the day I resumed my studies, which had been paused due to a riding accident.
My tutor, Matella, was a woman in her mid-to-late forties with a warm, motherly appearance.
Matella was speaking enthusiastically, but my mind was completely occupied by entirely different thoughts.
‘What happens if I drop out of the original story?’
If I ran away to some distant place where no one would know me, my chances of survival might actually be higher…
I quickly shook my head. While that wasn’t a bad idea, Ollande, head of House Brelrop, would never just sit idly by if his daughter vanished.
He’d probably scour the entire continent, leaving no stone unturned until he found me.
‘It won’t be easy for a minor like me to wander alone.’
I was only fifteen years old.
Not only would I stand out too much in others’ eyes, but I might also end up having all my money stolen by thugs.
Just as I was seriously pondering survival strategies,
Matella, noticing my lack of focus, spoke in a stern tone.
“Lady Tanasia.”
“Yes?”
“Please solve the problem I just explained.”
“Oh…”
I trailed off and glanced at the problem Matella had been passionately discussing.
At first glance, it was a complex mathematical formula. Yet, despite its appearance, my mind naturally began solving it.
Though this was clearly a math problem I’d never seen before, my brain instantly found the answer as if it were a calculator—a truly strange sensation.
‘Huh, it’s easier than I thought.’
I effortlessly solved the problem Matella had given me, using a method entirely different from what she’d just taught.
Initially, Matella had looked at me with affectionate admiration, but her expression gradually shifted to astonishment.
Ignoring her reaction, I wrote down the formula on a fresh sheet of paper and said,
“This way is easier than your method, Teacher. Take note.”
“Good heavens!”
Matella covered her mouth with both hands, but her awestruck expression couldn’t be hidden.
“I knew Lady Tanasia was brilliant, but this surpasses all imagination. I’ve never seen such a solution anywhere.”
“R-really?”
Was it really that impressive?
Embarrassed, I scratched my cheek, but Matella’s praise continued without pause.
“Until now, I couldn’t dissuade you because Lady Tanasia’s will was too strong—but please stop wasting time on subjects like magic or spiritology. You’re already a genius.”
A genius? Me?
I knew Tanasia had poured herself into magic and spiritology, striving desperately to match Noxia’s ability to manipulate water.
But magic and spirit communion were talents one had to be born with.
No matter how hard Tanasia tried, she could never catch up.
Each time she hit that wall of reality, Tanasia grew jealous of Noxia—a fact I understood better than anyone, having read the novel.
‘Was this part even in the story…?’
Come to think of it, there might have been a brief mention that Tanasia had been clever as a child.
Seeing me staring anew at the formula I’d just solved, Matella handed me an advanced textbook she hadn’t shown before and said,
“I remember you once said solving such problems was useless. But take a look at this textbook. Can you find a single problem here you can’t solve?”
Skeptical yet curious, I flipped open the textbook Matella offered.
Skimming quickly from start to finish, I realized one shocking truth.
‘Every single problem here is solvable by me.’
A shiver ran through my entire body.
Thinking back, in my dream, I’d instantly deciphered the ancient runes and magical formulas inscribed on Askan’s body.
It had felt so natural that I hadn’t even questioned it.
But how had I known?
Glancing around absentmindedly, I noticed the room was filled with books. Like someone in a trance, I randomly pulled volumes from the shelves and flipped through them.
Ancient texts written in forgotten tongues.
Mathematical expressions of magic.
Everything was comprehensible and solvable by me.
I was utterly stunned, as if struck by lightning.
‘So this is why I alone noticed the Kalua Empire’s secret human weapons experiments.’
Yes. I truly was a genius.
I never imagined I’d be the one saying, “Studying is the easiest thing in the world.”
Matella, beaming brightly, approached my rigid, shocked form and gently took my hand.
Our eyes met midair, and she spoke softly, as if coaxing me gently.
“I know you’ve deliberately hidden your genius from me, Lady Tanasia. But you must have a reason for revealing it through this problem, right? If you’ve been worrying alone, please don’t hesitate any longer.”
“……”
“Talent isn’t only about summoning spirits or casting spells. At this rate, Lady Tanasia will become the greatest scholar not just in the Arwen Empire—but on the entire continent. Lord Ollande will be overjoyed when he learns this. Why not tell him honestly now?”
For a brief moment, countless thoughts raced through my mind.
After all, I didn’t possess Noxia’s ability to control water or any such supernatural talent. Nor did I feel envious or ashamed about it, unlike in the original story.
Ironically, the original Tanasia had been consumed by jealousy toward her younger sister Noxia, measuring everything against her.
While the novel’s Tanasia had desperately sought magical aptitude, I was different.
I had no intention of clinging to things ill-suited for me just to hide the truth from others.
“……Alright.”
At my slight nod, Matella smiled radiantly.
Until this moment, nothing had gone exactly as I’d planned—but now, I felt as if I’d received an unexpected gift.
After Matella left to personally report this joyful news to my father, Ollande, I gathered my thoughts and headed back to my room.
Nothing had changed outwardly, yet somehow, my mood wasn’t bad at all.
Maybe, just maybe, I could use this “genius” trait of mine to alter the future.
That thought alone sparked a flicker of hope within me.
“Ah! Hey! Watch out!”
My train of thought was abruptly cut off by someone’s urgent cry.
Swoooosh—
A torrent of water instantly drenched me from head to toe.
Dripping wet and utterly bewildered, I looked toward where the water had come from.
“S-sister…?”
Standing there was a girl even more flustered than I was.
With the same blue eyes, fair and delicate skin, and long, radiant silver hair that shimmered like captured sunlight, she exuded an almost noble grace.
Though she resembled me, her entire aura was completely different.
Even without anyone telling me, I instantly recognized her.
The girl before me was Noxia—the protagonist of the novel and my twin younger sister.
A moment of silence passed.
The maids standing beside Noxia all turned ashen-faced.
They must have feared trouble, thinking I’d be furious after being drenched because of Noxia.
From what I’d experienced so far, Tanasia’s personality wasn’t timid—she was downright vicious. The Brelrop household maids knew this all too well, hence their tension.
Calmly surveying the scene, I saw no object capable of dousing me with water.
Judging by the situation, Noxia had likely been practicing her water manipulation. Having read the novel, I knew her maids often begged her to demonstrate her ability out of sheer fascination.
Moreover, at her current age, Noxia couldn’t fully control her talent yet.
Thus, what had just happened was purely an accident—nothing more, nothing less.
Thud… thud…
As no one dared speak first, I heard approaching footsteps.
Turning instinctively, I saw Askan holding out a white towel toward me—when had he arrived?
“Here you go.”
“Oh, thank you.”
Snapping back to my senses, I roughly dried my soaked hair with the towel Askan offered.
Seeing this, Noxia timidly stepped closer, flustered.
“I’m sorry, Sister. I know it’ll sound like an excuse, but it really was an accident—I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Her dejected look was so pitifully cute it reminded me of a puppy with drooping ears.
Since we were twins, did I also look that adorable to others?
The thought crossed my mind briefly, but I quickly dismissed it.
Though our appearances were similar, our auras were utterly distinct.
I lacked Noxia’s endearing charm. In my past life, I’d often been described as “cool” or “aloof,” so this aspect seemed accurately reflected in reality.
After roughly drying myself, I replied nonchalantly,
“It’s fine.”
“Huh?”
Noxia stared at me, clearly surprised.
She hadn’t expected me to accept her apology so readily.
Indeed, the original Tanasia from would have seized this incident to tarnish Noxia’s image by any means necessary.
After all, Tanasia’s sole ambition was to be more beloved than Noxia, so she never let even minor incidents slide.
Under normal circumstances, rumors would have spread by tomorrow claiming Noxia had deliberately splashed water on Tanasia to torment her.
Though, admittedly, no one in the Brelrop estate would have believed such a tale.
I handed the damp towel back to Noxia and repeated,
“I said it’s fine. I know it was an accident, so don’t worry about it.”
“Uh-huh.”
Noxia numbly took the wet towel I offered and nodded.
“But it’s not good to practice your ability here. Others might pass by—what if they’re guests visiting our house? It’d be rude.”
“Oh, right! I didn’t think that far.”
Noxia readily admitted her mistake and showed genuine remorse, but the maids watching nearby couldn’t stay silent.
“Miss Noxia isn’t at fault! It’s because we begged her!”
“Yes! We pleaded so insistently that she moved the water without proper preparation—it’s our fault!”
I glanced briefly at the maids trying to shield Noxia.
Receiving my gaze, they braced themselves for a scolding, their expressions resolute.
“Then you understand it’s your fault too, right?”
“Yes.”
“From now on, don’t pester the soft-hearted Noxia to demonstrate her ability anywhere she pleases.”
“Y-yes?”
The maids gaped at me in unison, utterly stunned.
Their reaction baffled me—did they really expect me to physically punish them over something this minor?
“Should I repeat myself if you didn’t understand?”
“N-no! We’ll keep Lady Tanasia’s words in mind!”
“Good.”
With that final warning to the maids, I resumed walking.
Askan naturally followed behind me as I led the way.
Just as I was about to pass Noxia, she snapped out of her daze and called out,
“Th-thank you… Sister.”
Her gratitude puzzled me, so I asked with a quizzical look,
“For what?”
“For accepting my apology…”
I couldn’t help but chuckle softly at Noxia’s words.
True to the novel’s title, , Noxia was adored by many—and truly endearing.
Knowing how desperately she’d wanted to maintain a peaceful relationship with Tanasia despite all her sister’s cruelty, I saw no reason to be harsh.
“Don’t mention it.”
With that brief reply, I continued forward.
Though Noxia’s eyes seemed unusually bright as she watched me leave, I had no reason to linger.
Back in my room, I awkwardly looked at Askan.
His expression remained as unreadable as ever—whether on his first day or now—so I couldn’t guess his thoughts, yet he faithfully played his role like a robot today as well.
Then, I suddenly noticed his damp shoulder.
When I’d dried my wet hair earlier, some water must have splashed onto him.
I hadn’t realized it before, but his white shirt, now wet, revealed red marks beneath.
‘Those are…’
Memories of whipping him flashed unbidden to my mind, making my shoulders tense uncomfortably.
They were undoubtedly the wounds from my past abuse—no, I was certain of it.
Realizing this, I frantically rummaged through my room’s drawers, searching for a first-aid kit I’d seen somewhere.
“Askan.”
“Yes.”
“Take your shirt off for a moment.”
At my words, Askan hesitated briefly before calmly beginning to undress.
The way he unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time felt strangely provocative in this context.
I shook my head, banishing the irrelevant thought.
This wasn’t the time for distractions. While I hurriedly searched for the first-aid kit, an unexpected sound made me turn.
Askan had knelt on the floor.
“What are you doing…!”
Startled by his sudden action, a memory flickered in my mind—
the dream where Askan endured my blows.
In that dream, he’d lain prostrate on the floor, accepting my punishment without resistance. His current posture mirrored that scene eerily.
“Wait, I think you’ve misunderstood—I wasn’t…”
My words trailed off.
Askan lowered his waist further toward the floor, as if positioning himself to make it easier for me to strike.
Even a fool could grasp what this meant.
In my dream, when I’d confirmed Askan’s body turning to steel, he’d been shirtless. Apparently, to witness the change directly, he needed to remove his clothes.
I never intended my request for him to undress as a signal for punishment.
Momentarily speechless, I heard Askan speak in a flat, emotionless tone,
“Shall we begin?”
His words were so dry they carried no feeling whatsoever.
Remembering Askan’s tragic past from the novel, a pang of sorrow pierced my heart.
I walked over with the first-aid kit I’d finally found and silently applied ointment to his wounds.
Feeling the cool sensation, Askan, who’d been looking down, raised his eyes to meet mine.
Understanding the situation belatedly, he wore a confused expression.
“I’m sorry.”
Askan said nothing, but his golden eyes clearly showed his astonishment.
“I promise—I’ll never hit you again.”
“As I’ve said repeatedly, I know nothing…”
“I know. I won’t ask anymore.”
At my words, confusion deepened in Askan’s golden eyes.
“I told you before—let’s just have fun together. Let’s live like that.”
I hadn’t been the one to torture Askan. Yet in my dream, I’d vividly felt the sensation of striking him—and rejoiced at seeing his body turn to steel.
Though it wasn’t truly my doing, I still felt responsible.
At the very least, I wanted to avoid becoming the catalyst for Askan’s descent into darkness.
I couldn’t undo the past, but I had no intention whatsoever of repeating the same mistakes.
I couldn’t be certain that treating him well would spare me from a death ending—but I resolved to do my best for him regardless.
“I want you to be happy.”
“……I don’t understand what you mean.”
Of course Askan couldn’t comprehend my sudden words.
But it didn’t matter—I had no intention of making him understand my feelings right now.
“I’ve decided to start a project: living happily and enjoying life for a long, long time. If you’d like, you’re welcome to join me.”
If I’d help a complete stranger in need, I certainly couldn’t ignore Askan, whose entire story I knew.
Truthfully, part of why I couldn’t put down was because Askan, the ultimate mastermind, was so compelling.
“It’s hard to pinpoint exactly… but you don’t seem like the lady I know.”
Askan’s sharp remark stung, but he continued in a low voice, as if not expecting an answer,
“What’s the price for this?”
“Price?”
“You say you won’t hit me or ask anything further. I don’t know what you mean by ‘including’ me, but I must know what payment you expect.”
I finished carefully applying ointment to his wounds and pulled my hand away.
For a fleeting moment, I considered bluntly asking him to spare my life—but I shook my head.
“There’s no price.”
It would be nice if Askan showed me kindness in the future and saved me, but no one could truly know another’s heart.
Given how things stood, I wouldn’t stake my survival on such uncertain hope.
Instead, I’d devise a more visible, concrete survival plan.
“No price… at all?”
Askan’s golden eyes—like moonlight gathered into liquid—narrowed slightly, as if doubting my sincerity.
Watching his conflicted expression, I grinned.
“Don’t overthink it. Let’s just be happy together.”
Treating Askan well was simply my whim.
Of course, if our relationship improved, that wouldn’t be bad either—so consider this a small insurance policy against an uncertain future.
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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