MFBO 02

Chapter – 02

“Sis… are… you okay?”

Piercing through my groggy mind was a sound like something shattering. Someone was speaking to me, but the ringing in my ears made it hard to hear.

I couldn’t focus. My head and body felt weighed down, as if I had been thrown into the depths of the ocean.

“Sis!”

A sudden grip on my wrist startled me. The moment someone grasped my hand with a surprisingly strong hold, my scattered consciousness snapped sharply into focus.

I shot up in alarm and opened my eyes.

“Sis, why are you like this? Are you hurt?”

The first thing I saw was a boy. He was big enough to not quite be called a “child,” yet too young to be fully a “man.”

“Sis…?”

The term sounded strange, yet familiar. The boy seemed both unfamiliar and somehow known to me.

“Should I call a doctor? Your hand looks swollen.”

I stared at the boy holding my trembling wrist. My lips parted, and a voice that felt like it wasn’t entirely mine escaped.

“W-who are you…?”

At my words, the boy’s face stiffened. His expression was chillingly blank, but in an instant, it shifted to sorrow.

Transparent tears fell from his eyes.

‘Why is he crying all of a sudden?’

I couldn’t make sense of the situation. I didn’t know why I was here, and who was this boy, crying at my words?

“I was wrong. I won’t ever say we should get a dog again. So please, don’t mention it.”

“…I-I said, who are you to act like this with me?”

“I just thought you liked animals… that’s all.”

I tried desperately to recall my last memories. Why was I here? What had I done yesterday…?

As I reached back into my memory, the image of a huge truck flashed vividly before my eyes.

Ah, I got hit by a truck.

Yes. I hadn’t avoided it. The moment I was struck was still vivid. I wasn’t so foolish as to confuse reality with a dream. So that should have been it—I should have died right then.

“What do you mean? Where is this, and why am I here…?”

Yet somehow, I was alive. Frantically, I looked around, but this was no hospital. There was none of the medicinal smell, nor the usual bustle. Except for my own voice, an eerie silence filled the room.

Turning my head in confusion, I noticed something strange.

“Why… are your eyes…”

The boy’s eyes were unusual. To be precise, the color of his irises.

At first, I hadn’t felt anything strange upon seeing him because I was too disoriented, and also because of his black hair—it seemed familiar.

“Hmm? What about my eyes?”

But those green eyes of his were completely unfamiliar.

Suddenly, my toes tingled. Looking down, I found shards of a teacup scattered under the sofa I was sitting on. The teapot had rolled on the floor, and the ivory rug was soaked.

My toes hurt because they had brushed against the glass shards—but luckily, it was just a slight touch.

“I’m sorry, okay?”

Warmth touched my hand. Startled, I looked up and met the boy’s eyes. He had placed my hand against his cheek as if it were his own, and tears still streamed from his eyes.

“I don’t like dogs either. They’re scary. But I thought you might like them, so… that’s why.”

What was he talking about?

“Who are you, to act like this with me?”

As I tried to pull my hand away, the tears stopped as if they had never been there—just a performance.

A split personality, maybe?

“I’ve never had a younger sibling like you. So let go of my hand. It hurts.”

Could it be that I misremembered? Maybe I hadn’t actually been hit by the truck? But no matter how I tried, the memories ended the same way.

I had definitely been hit while crossing the street. I remembered flying into the air and crashing down, unable to breathe, hearing someone scream in my final moments.

I was always unlucky. I’d lived a life of misfortune. There was no way a miracle like dying and coming back to life would happen to me.

“Calib. I’m Calib.”

“Calib?”

“Yes. I’m your little brother.”

He tried to hide it, but I could see the murderous intent behind his eyes.

“Calib… Calib… Calib…”

That name… it sounded familiar. Where had I heard it?

Calib. Calib. Rolling the name around in my mouth triggered a memory.

“Hngh…!”

Memories hit me.

My brain ached as if it were about to burst, my hands clutching my head.

‘Sis. Sis! Don’t… leave me…!’

It wasn’t my memory.

A burning cabin. A child crawling on the floor. A suffocating feeling. And a chandelier falling dangerously close to the child.

I knew the child’s name.

Calib Vistor.

And…

“What’s my name…?”

“Sis?”

“What’s my name!”

I grabbed my throat in shock. That voice… wasn’t mine. I hadn’t felt this uncanny sensation earlier.

The scattered memories aligned.

“Lysenne Vistor. That’s your name, Sis.”

When I instinctively denied the impossible, the boy said it for me.

Lysenne Vistor. The name was familiar. And I knew her—I had just recently read about this novel’s villainess.

I jumped up and ran to the mirror on the wall.

And faced a shocking reflection.

Her crimson hair, reminiscent of camellias, flowed past her waist. Her emerald eyes sparkled like gemstones.

“This… can’t be real.”

The familiar title and the boy’s presence. The memories crashing in.

One conclusion became clear.

I had apparently entered the body of the villainess from the novel I had read.

Perhaps due to the overwhelming memories, or my brain’s attempt to escape this unbelievable reality, I fainted.

<I Cannot Desire Him>

As the title suggests, the novel was a gloomy romance.

The male lead’s tragic past began because of the insane villainess, Lysenne Vistor. She adopted the male lead, Rasette Wiglion, after he lost his memory and lived in an orphanage as a child.

Lysenne Vistor.

The villainess who gradually went mad, refusing to accept the death of her beloved younger brother.

Her family had been harmonious—until the death of her brother.

That death changed everything.

Lysenne couldn’t accept it, so she brought a boy resembling her brother and treated him as such. That sacrifice was the male lead, Rasette.

“Sis.”

And now, the boy in front of me was likely Rasette.

I didn’t respond, instead raising my hand.

It had been ten minutes since I fainted, yet I still couldn’t accept that I was inside a villainess’s body.

“Sis, are you okay?”

“….”

“Worried because you suddenly collapsed? Are you feeling unwell?”

I had no energy to explain, so I remained silent. Rasette didn’t press the issue further.

I closed my eyes, trying to organize my chaotic thoughts.

The only thing I knew for sure: I had been possessed by a deranged villainess. How and why, I didn’t know. First came the accident with the truck, then this.

“I’ve told your father about your fainting. He’ll be here soon.”

I opened my eyes and looked at Rasette standing beside the bed. Our eyes met, and my chest tightened.

Rasette’s presence was dangerous to me.

Lysenne had wanted to make Rasette like her own brother, Calib. She controlled everything—his speech, walk, actions, even expressions.

“Why are you so quiet? Are you angry?”

He was pretending to be a docile younger sibling. His survival in the Vistor mansion required him to act like Calib.

As I remained silent, he opened his lips again, unsure if he should speak.

Coincidentally, the previously closed door opened.

A stranger entered. I calculated rapidly while Rasette moved to the wall.

“Lysenne!”

The newcomer was a middle-aged man.

“What on earth happened?”

His red hair gave away his identity—it had to be Vistor, my—well, Lysenne’s—father.

“Fainting suddenly? What happened?”

His voice, though concerned, slightly unsettled me. I remembered that he had hated Lysenne—well, before the accident with her brother.

But he loved his daughter. Until his son died.

On the night the siblings snuck into their secret hideout, a fire broke out. Only Lysenne survived.

“Speak, Lysenne.”

The once-kind father became cold after the accident.

‘You want to bring in a replacement for your brother?’

Yet Lysenne’s plan was aided by a man no less deranged than herself.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just a brief dizziness.”

I didn’t know why I had fainted. Perhaps the fragile body was unable to handle a foreign soul, or my brain tried to escape the impossibility of reality.

“Dizzy? Ridiculous.”

“Or did Calib cause trouble again? Not listening to you?”

The Vistor patriarch glared at Rasette.

My fake younger brother lowered his head in fear.

Lysenne’s feelings for him were clear.

I felt anxious and scared, fearing what Vistor might do to Rasette. My heart pounded.

Lysenne didn’t always punish him; she cared for him deeply. But when she couldn’t find Calib in Rasette, she became erratic—alternating between extreme kindness and cruelty.

“Not Calib’s fault.”

Having quickly assessed the situation, I decided to protect the male lead first.

“Calib actually looked after me, so don’t blame this child.”

Rasette lifted his head. His green eyes met mine, brimming with hostility.

I faced him and slowly raised the corner of my lips.

To survive, I’d have to play my part well from now on.