Beast World: My Tiger Bedmates Hate Me

The two sisters frowned at me in unison.

"Are you sure?"

"Y-Yeah. I'm sure."

I picked up their clothes and help them dress again as I spoke. "I'm tired today. You two should get some rest, too."

Sierra Valle, the older sister, studied me for a moment, uncertainty creeping into her voice. "Are you feeling sick? I can take you to the hospital."

I shook my head, but before I could explain, Sabrina Valle, her younger sister, scoffed and grabbed Sierra by the arm, tugging her toward the door.

"Come on, Sierra. Don't bother asking. He's lying. He's probably come up with some new game again. I bet he's just pretending to be tired today so he can make some ridiculous demands tomorrow."

She glanced back at me. "Since he says he's done for today, we might as well head back to the military base. At least we'll get a quiet night."

With that, she pulled Sierra out the door, and it slammed shut behind them.

The comments started flying across my vision again.

['Head back to the military base'? They're obviously going to see the male protagonist.]

[The side character is trying to play hard to get. Too bad the two female protagonists aren't falling for it at all.]

[Of course they're not. Our male protagonist is a rare S-Tier male Shifter with a 99% compatibility rate with both female protagonists. How could some lowly human like him ever compare?]

And that was when it finally clicked.

So that was why I'd ended up in the Shifter Realm after I died. I was the villainous male side character in a novel.

This was a world where Shifters stood at the very top of society. They were divided into three tiers—S, A, and B, with S-Tier Shifters being the rarest and most powerful of them all.

But what no one knew was that these two S-Tier White Tiger Shifter twins, now admired and feared by everyone, hadn't always been the powerful warriors they were today.

When I first arrived in this world, I barely had any money. To make matters worse, I suffered from severe touch deprivation syndrome. If I went too long without intimate physical contact, I'd become anxious and unable to sleep. In severe cases, I'd even develop a fever and a painful rash.

I'd heard that buying and selling Shifter slaves was legal here, so I planned to purchase a B-Tier Shifter to help keep my symptoms under control. I never expected that the moment I stepped into the Shifter slave market, I'd find two severely injured girls lying half-dead inside a cage.

The slave trader told me they'd suffered such severe injuries that their bloodline abilities had been suppressed. Their Shifter Tiers couldn't even be determined anymore.

According to him, they were nothing more than two useless, defective Shifters, and he offered to let me have them for next to nothing.

I couldn't bring myself to leave them there. So, I emptied my savings and took both sisters home with me.

To pay for their treatment, I worked three jobs every day. Every cent I earned went toward the best trauma medicine and painkillers I could afford. I changed their bandages, cooked their meals, helped them bathe, and took care of them until they were strong enough to do those things themselves.

In return, I made them promise that once they recovered, they'd stay by my side and help me manage my condition. They agreed without hesitation.

Eventually, their injuries healed completely, and their White Tiger bloodlines awakened.

Overnight, they went from two supposedly worthless, crippled Shifters to two of the rarest S-Tier Shifters in the entire world.

They both joined the military. One became a high-ranking commander, while the other became an elite sniper.

And despite everything that changed, they stayed by my side. They never once missed our time together. Even when one of them was sent away on a mission, the other would take leave just to stay with me.

But deep down, I knew neither of them really liked me.

Sierra barely spoke whenever we were together, while Sabrina was constantly complaining that I asked for too much and was far too clingy.

I used to tell myself that Shifters were simply cold by nature. Maybe they just didn't understand tenderness or affection the way humans did. As long as they kept my condition under control and we both got what we needed, I figured that was enough.

What I never expected was that, in the end, they'd hate me enough to tear me limb from limb.

Remembering what the comments had said about my fate as the villain, I shuddered.

I couldn't keep them anymore. Whatever happened next, I had to let them go before it was too late.