I had possessed the body of the pretty bottom in a 19+ BL novel.
“I like you.”
Where the male lead turned villainous, threatening to bring about the end of the world. A hopeless place.
“I’m serious.”
To prevent him from going mad, I tried to differ from the original story.
In the original story, his craziness stemmed from the pretty bottom’s complete disregard for him.
So, I confessed first.
Expecting to be rejected.
“I have someone else I like.”
“Yeah, I know.”
In the original story, his confession was brutally trampled upon by me, leading to him turning into a villain.
“I’m a guy too. And so are you.”
“I know that. I just wanted to say it.”
I was relieved knowing he would reject me.
“Can we still be friends?”
He frowned and then sighed before answering.
“Huh.”
I smiled wistfully in relief.
Because I was turned down.
“This is my fiance.”
“What do you mean engagement between men?”
When he questioned me in confusion, I cheerfully responded.
“Actually, I’m a woman.”
I assumed it would be okay since he had rejected me countless times before.
“What?”
The moment I saw the surprise in his eyes, I realized something was terribly wrong.
The vivid madness flickering in his gaze was something I had never seen before.
