Chapter 2

“Willow! How dare you—mmph!”

His furious shout was swallowed by my kiss.

At first, he fought desperately, trying to avoid my touch.

I never responded well to resistance. The more he tried to pull away, the more determined I became.

Once his mental defenses were forcibly breached, his vaunted self-control proved to be completely useless.

Half an hour later, the back he had kept rigid as iron finally relaxed.

When it was over, Xavier turned his head away and bit down hard on his lower lip. His eyes were rimmed with red, and he refused to look at me.

I rubbed my aching waist and stared at him. He looked like a blushing bride who had just been thoroughly taken advantage of.

Unable to resist, I mocked him in a hoarse voice.

“Is that all? No wonder you never wanted to sleep with me.”

Then, ignoring the fury blazing in his eyes, I turned toward the bathroom, my entire body sore and limp.

That bastard was still ridiculously strong, even after I tied him up.

After my impulsive actions on our first night, I woke up the next morning and stared nervously at Xavier, who was still sleeping beside me.

Oh no.

With his petty, vindictive personality, wouldn’t he tear me apart the moment he woke up?

I was tiptoeing around and preparing to pack my bags and run when several comments suddenly drifted across the screen:

[I’m furious! I can’t believe the male lead slept with this woman!]

[Don’t panic, everyone! He was forced into it. He must be disgusted by the supporting female character! Just wait and see how he deals with her later!]

I froze and turned to look at Xavier.

He happened to open his eyes at that exact moment, and our gazes collided.

To my surprise, he didn’t explode with rage.

The tips of his ears merely flushed a suspicious shade of red before he abruptly turned his face away and spoke in a hoarse voice.

“Untie me already.”

I raised an eyebrow.

Oh? He wasn’t angry?

That reaction… was interesting.

Since that was the case, I wasn’t going to run anymore.

Instead, I would go all the way and get my fill of him!

For the next month, I completely let myself go.

During the day, I was the lively and cheerful Willow Jones, surrounded by friends. At night, I transformed into a merciless machine dedicated to wearing Xavier down.

For the first few days, Xavier still tried to resist, warning me coldly to “know when to stop.”

But I didn’t take his warnings seriously.

The moment I threw a little tantrum or simply made the first move, he could no longer keep that cold persona in place.

Eventually, he even began accepting our absurd arrangement without protest.

Sometimes, when I came home late, he would actually leave a light on in the living room for me.

Then, one morning a month later, I was sitting at the dining table, chewing on a piece of toast, when a bold red comment suddenly exploded across the screen:

[Incoming!!! The female lead, Sophia Moore, lands in the capital at ten tomorrow morning!]

[It’s finally happening! The male lead is about to meet our girl, and the vicious supporting female character, Willow Jones, is about to be thrown out!]

[Let’s just think of this month as practice for the male lead. An experienced man is much better than a complete novice, right?]

My hand stopped halfway to my mouth.

The female lead was coming back tomorrow?

I turned to look at Xavier, who sat across from me, leisurely drinking black coffee.

He wore a perfectly tailored white shirt, which only made his handsome features look more refined.

Faint red marks from the night before were still visible around his wrists.

The thought of this man getting involved in some twisted captivity fantasy with another woman after tomorrow made my stomach churn.

He would even be sleeping with someone else under the same roof…

Ugh. That was disgusting.

Wouldn’t that make him a used-up man?

I was a complete neat freak, both emotionally and physically.

After sleeping with him for a month, I had finally reclaimed everything I had suffered through and swallowed over the past three years with interest.

Since he was about to become someone else’s male lead, there was no reason for me to keep him around anymore.

“Xavier.”

I pulled out a tissue and wiped my hands before calling his name brightly.

He looked up, his voice stiff.

“What is it?”

I didn’t answer.

Instead, I pulled a document I printed earlier from the bag beside me, slapped it onto the dining table, and pushed it toward him.

“Sign this.”

The comments exploded:

[What the hell? What’s going on? Isn’t the supporting female character supposed to refuse to get divorced at all costs?]

[The original plot didn’t even have the supporting female character forcing herself on the male lead. The storyline has gone completely off the rails!]