I still remember every second I spent with him. When his soft touch traces every inch of my body. Take me to the furthest place my brain can imagine. Every time he showered me with kisses, I heard the bells ringing beautifully. That's how I drifted into his touch.My first night in the past was amazing. I admit that, but, last night was such a blast! I never imagined there would be a peak of pleasure as great as that.'He … is good.' I trace him on my lips.My feet kicked under the blanket. Then I rolled up my naked body with the blanket I hadn't pulled down. Giggling by myself on the bed whose warmth is still felt on my skin. Then kicking again. Giggling again. And so on until the sunlight began to penetrate the small gaps in the window curtains.In the past, our play ended early because I fell asleep. But last night, we did it all night until the smell of a new morning greeted us. I stayed up all night. Enjoying every new adventure the man has to

Their mouth opened without them even realizing it. A beautiful young woman walking into the garden. Her dark blue hair flowing in the gentle breeze. Tied in a high ponytail, a style that is rarely seen from upperclassmen noblewomen. With skin like freshly fallen snow and oceanic blue eyes, she is angelic.Her slender neck and beautifully carved collarbone emphasize her adult feature. There were no ornaments on her slim, long neckline. It's like she is the jewelry itself.The Queen looked around. Everyone was looking at Fuschia with an awestruck expression.After being momentarily distracted by her appearance, everyone curtsied."You may rise," said Fuschia warmly.They knew that Fuschia had extraordinary beauty. But it seems that beauty has not been fully exposed, knowing that she can be this beautiful with different make-up.The Queen clenched her fists. Her manicured nails pierced the palm of her hand, but she did not feel the pain.

For as long as I remember, I live like walking on thin ice. If I took the wrong step, I could sink then freeze.  And no one would reach out to help me out. I hate that. I hated why I had to take so long just to talk. Thinking it over word for word, so that other people wouldn't find fault with the way I spoke. I hate it when I have to think about how well I should behave. May I cross my arms, legs, may I lean back, or may I express my displeasure? I hate it when all the details I say, do, and wear can become a sword that stabs me deeply. I hated making even the smallest mistake in this world because I was afraid that my actions might trigger my bad fate as Fuschia. And I hate being patient with all their bad treatment. 'This world has never been on my side even if I am a good person. I am a villainess in this novel. And a villainess never forgets a grudge,' A brunette-haired lady in a gold blooming dress curtsied. “Good afternoon, Your Hi

'Where am I?’ Fuschia woke up in a strange place.It is surrounded by yellow-leafed trees. Fuschia caught the yellow leaf. Upon closer inspection, the leaf was a glossy gold color.Fuschia sniffed the leaves. 'Aha, I was in a dream. No wonder this place is so… heavenly? Most people would think they were dead already when they were shown a place as beautiful as this. But I know I'm not dead yet, no, rather, I can't die in this world without completing my role as a villainess, haa.'Fuschia walked barefoot towards the largest tree in front of her. A light brown-skinned tree with large, long tree roots sticking out to the surface. Fuschia leaned against its body. Squeezing her eyes shut.Fuschia scooped up the pile of leaves around her, then threw them in the air to fall on top of her head. 'I am rich. Hohoho. This is a sweet dream, can I bring out these gold leaves to real life? I need a lot of emergency money for me and my baby to escape.'

It was hard to pinpoint exactly when Hayden received a slave as a gift from his father. As he recalled, he had owned the slaves since he was a child even before he really learned swordsmanship.One night, the king took him to a place in a deserted part of the palace. A small temple with a dungeon. When entering through the north door near a large tree that is almost dead, he will find stairs. And from that stairs, he traced the long darkness.Little Hayden tried to hold back his tears of fear when he was brought by the King to that place. He didn't understand why instead of a fun place like a hunting forest, or an alchemist laboratory, the king had brought him to this terrifying place instead. A place where monsters might suddenly appear.Little Hayden pressed his grip on his father's hand when he heard a cry emerge from within the long dark hallway. He was reminded of the ghost story that the servants in his palace were talking about. They said that in certain