I'm The Protagonist Instead Of The Big Villain

THUD!

Long Yu's eyes snapped open, but before he could even react—

CRACK!

His back slammed into the wall. Luo Shengxue's delicate hands—so small, so beautiful—wrapped around his throat like a noose.

Her grip was terrifying.

Cold.

Unshakable.

Her black eyes were hollow pits, swirling like bottomless whirlpools, staring straight into his soul.

She didn't blink

. Not even once.

"...Yu'er."

Her voice was soft.

Almost affectionate.

But her fingers tightened.

Long Yu felt his breath hitch.

His lungs screamed for air.

"Haha... Hahahaha...!"

A bitter laugh slipped from her lips.

At first, it was quiet.

Then it grew—louder, wilder—until it was full-blown hysteria.

Fwip!

"Kugh!"

A sudden punch struck his dantian.

Pain exploded through his core, but Luo Shengxue's expression flickered—just for a second.

His dantian was still intact.

'This... bitch. She really wants to cripple me... huh.'

'Did she decide to go on the darker route which is completely taming me?'

Long Yu laughed inwardly.

He slowly lifted his hands, reaching for her—

THUD!

Before he could even move, she was already a step ahead. His arms were pinned above his head in an instant, her fingers wrapped around his wrists with eerie ease.

Her grip was gentle, but he knew—he knew—she could snap his bones with just a flick of her fingers.

Luo Shengxue leaned in closer, her lips curling into a cold, twisted smile.

"Aah… this beautiful face of yours…" she murmured.

A shiver ran down Long Yu's spine.

"Since childhood, my favorite thing has always been looking at it. But now..." Her body trembled. Her black eyes spun faster, like a storm ready to consume everything.

"It's dirty."

A sharp, eerie giggle slipped from her lips.

"So... I suppose I'll have to clean it up somehow."

Shing!

A knife appeared in her left hand—elegant, sharp, deadly. She twirled it between her fingers before dragging it against Long Yu's cheek.

Not randomly.

No.

Right over the spot where Nanhua Caiyi had left a kiss mark.

"Hmm~ how should I do it~?" she mused.

"Should I slowly carve away every single bit of skin~?" Her voice was sweet. Playful.

"Or..." Her tone suddenly shifted, dropping into something darker. "Should I just burn your entire face off?"

Long Yu didn't flinch.

The frown that had been on his face earlier? Gone.

Luo Shengxue narrowed her eyes, watching him closely. Then, just to be sure, she checked his favorability towards her—

[31]

No change.

Not lower. Not higher. Just the same.

Her teeth sank into her lower lip, biting down hard. Blood welled up, dripping onto her tongue.

And at that moment—

Long Yu's expression shifted. Just a little.

Luo Shengxue caught it immediately.

'...Wait. Don't tell me...'

A single thought crept into her mind.

[Ding! Sexual Drive: +1]

'Huh?'

Her fingers twitched.

'Did he just—?'

[Ding! Sexual Drive: +1]

A realization slammed into her.

It was because of the blood.

Her blood.

Long Yu's fetish—[Sadism]—flashed in her memory, and suddenly, everything made sense.

She stared at him for a second longer. Then, very slowly, her lips curled up.

'Let's test this, shall we?'

"So~ let's begin~" she purred.

Fwip!

She swung the knife.

But—

CLANG!

The blade bounced back, slicing across her own cheek instead. A thin line of blood trickled down her skin.

Luo Shengxue's face twitched slightly.

"Agh…"

[Ding! Sexual Drive: +1]

[Ding! Sexual Drive: +1]

[Ding! Sexual Drive: +1]

[Ding! Sexual Drive: +1]

[Ding! Sexual Drive: +1]

'...Just as I thought.'

Her smirk deepened.

"Tsk... I guess I should practice my knife skills a bit more."

Luo Shengxue ran a thumb over her cheek. The wound sealed instantly, smooth skin replacing the cut as if it had never been there.

[Ding! Sexual Drive: -1]

Luo Shengxue's expression didn't change.

And then—

"So?"

Long Yu finally spoke.

His voice came in the most calm tone ever.

"What are you going to do to me?"

His expression was unreadable, which only annoyed Luo Shengxue more. But to his surprise, she suddenly let go of his wrists.

Long Yu blinked.

For a moment, he didn't move, then he slowly rotated his wrists, feeling the soreness in them. It stung, but he ignored it.

"Yu'er."

Luo Shengxue called out his name.

"Mhm?"

She didn't turn to face him. Instead, her voice softened.

"When we were children… did you ever love me?"

She finally turned, her black eyes locking onto his. And for the first time in a long while… they weren't filled with madness.

Long Yu paused.

His feelings from back then... were... complicated.

"...Maybe... there was a seed of love planted, but... it couldn't flourish," he replied back to her, saying his honest thoughts.

"I see..."

Luo Shengxue murmured, and then, she raised her fingers slightly.

Snap!

Plop!

Out of nowhere, the cold stone beneath them disappeared.

Softness engulfed them both.

Long Yu's body sank into a massive bed—plush, luxurious, warm.

"Uh?"

He barely had time to process before he turned his head—

And froze.

Luo Shengxue was already undressed.

Only a thin, almost see-through robe clung to her body.

It wasn't enough to cover anything.

Her skin was pale, smooth, practically glowing under the dim light. Her curves were perfect—an intoxicating blend of softness and firmness.

Her breasts, full and perky, barely concealed by the robe's loose fabric.

Her waist, slim and delicate, curved into wide, shapely hips.

And those legs—long, toned, wrapped in silk-like skin, leading to thighs that looked as if they were meant to be held.

She was pure temptation, and she knew it.

"What exactly is your plan?"

Luo Shengxue's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.

Her black eyes darkened.

"What do you think?"

She leaned closer, her scent—sweet yet intoxicating—filling the space between them.

"If I can't have your heart… then I might as well have your body."

Her laugh was soft.

Dangerous.

Then—

She pressed her palm against Long Yu's chest.

Thump!

He fell back into the bed, the mattress swallowing him up.

And before he could react—

Luo Shengxue climbed on top of him.

Her warmth pressed against him, her body fitting perfectly over his.

She shifted, and—

"Tsk…"

Her plush buttocks ground directly against his growing bulge.

She paused.

Her fingers twitched.

And then—her expression changed.

Her pupils shrank. Her breath hitched.

Her black eyes spun wildly, faster than before.

Then, her voice cracked.

"Your… Yuan Ying…"

Her breathing turned erratic.

"W-Who… WHO TOOK IT?!"

Her hands gripped his chest.

Hard.

Her entire body trembled, eyes twitching as her mind spiraled into madness.

"TELL ME! WHO DARED TO TAKE YOUR VIRGINITY?!"

Long Yu stared up at her.

"...It was a sacrifice."

Luo Shengxue's face twisted.

Her hands shot up to grab his collar.

"WHAT KIND OF SACRIFICE, TELL ME?!"

"...The day your cousin attacked me, I met up with a woman that had been attacked by an aphrosodiac..."

He paused, starting at her for a moment.

"I guess you should know what happened."

Luo Shengxue's body stiffened.

Her breath hitched.

For a second—just a single second—she didn't move.

Then—

"A sacrifice?"

Her voice was eerily calm, but her hands betrayed her. They gripped his collar so tightly that the fabric nearly tore.

"You're telling me… that some random woman—some filthy, nameless woman—stumbled into you, drugged out of her mind, and you just let it happen?"

Her fingers twitched. Her nails dug into his skin.

Long Yu remained quiet.

He didn't flinch nor did he react.

He only stared at her.

Luo Shengxue, however, was far from calm.

Her mind raced.

Her heart pounded.

Her entire being screamed with fury.

She could feel her spiritual energy surging, spiraling out of control. The air around them became thick, suffocating.

Her lips curled.

Her eyes—once dark whirlpools—became terrifying voids.

And then—

CRACK!

The bed beneath them splintered from the sheer force of her spiritual pressure.

"WHO WAS SHE?!"

Her voice cracked.

Her pupils shrunk.

Her entire body trembled. Not with sadness. Not with pain.

With pure, unfiltered rage.

"Did she touch you like this, Yu'er?"

Her fingers dragged down his chest.

"Did she press against you like this?"

She ground her body into his.

"Did she—"

She stopped.

Something snapped inside her.

Her breath turned shallow.

Her lips quivered.

Then—

Her entire body jerked.

Long Yu raised a brow.

Luo Shengxue's expression had changed.

Her lips parted slightly. Her hands shook.

And then, in the smallest, quietest voice—

"...Did you like it?"

Her voice wavered.

"Did you… enjoy it?"

Her fingers clenched into his clothes. Her breathing was uneven.

Long Yu exhaled.

He looked her straight in the eyes.

And then, with absolute honesty—

"...It didn't mean anything."

Silence.

Luo Shengxue didn't blink.

Didn't breathe.

Then—

"It should have been me."

Her whisper was hoarse.

Long Yu stared at her.

Her hands—once so strong, so unshakable—now trembled against his chest.

"It should have been me, Yu'er…"

A twisted smile formed on her lips.

And then, in one fluid motion—

She lowered herself.