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Chapter 1
“I Am the Villainess, but I’ve Imprinted with the Male Lead”
“Ugh… is it already morning?”
Luciana, drifting through a drowsy dream, slightly furrowed her brow.
The light tapping against her eyelids was warm, but her body—separate from the fact that she had overslept—felt unusually stiff and uncomfortable.
“Ugh…”
Why does my whole body hurt first thing in the morning?
Did I fall asleep in an awkward position last night? Every time she shifted, an involuntary groan escaped her lips.
“Did Mary forget to close the window by mistake? But it’s the middle of winter… Don’t tell me I caught a cold? My head’s been pounding too…”
Starting the day in discomfort made even the lingering sleepiness fade away little by little.
“…?”
And soon, as her mind slowly began to clear, Luciana realized two things she had completely overlooked in her half-asleep state.
“Wait, am I naked?”
One was that she wasn’t wearing a single thread beneath the blanket.
“And… a man?!”
Even more shocking—someone was holding her tightly in their arms, sleeping soundly as if nothing were wrong.
Sensing something deeply wrong, Luciana’s half-closed eyes snapped open.
“Hah.”
And as expected, right in front of her was a firm, muscular chest.
“What…”
It wasn’t soft or rounded—it was square, solid, undeniably male.
Her eyes widened like someone struck by lightning.
It was too much to process right after waking up. Her mind went completely blank, as if it had stopped working entirely.
What the hell happened?
Luciana finally took a breath—and along with it came a strange scent belonging to the unfamiliar man, filling her lungs deeply.
“…!”
A cool yet heavy fragrance tickled her insides.
Her entire body shivered as if every hair stood on end. Without realizing it, she tensed her lower abdomen.
It was just a scent—so why was her face getting hot?
She almost bit her own tongue from how dangerous it felt, exhaling sharply through her nose in confusion.
Flinch.
Her hot breath must have reached the man.
He stirred slightly.
Tighten.
“…!”
Then, as if hugging something precious, his arms wrapped around her even more firmly—but the problem lay elsewhere.
“Ah!”
Luciana suddenly realized something distinctly pressing below and gasped.
Her face burned as the unfamiliar sensation became undeniable.
In a bed soaked with his scent, she was lying naked with an unknown man at dawn.
Not long after, she remembered what happened last night—attending a night ball, drinking far too much while intoxicated by the sweet atmosphere.
“…So that’s what happened.”
She wasn’t foolish enough not to understand.
Her headache was clearly a hangover. The muscle pain too—it all made sense now.
As reality set in, her mind cooled, but her heart began pounding uncontrollably.
Why is it suddenly like this?
She swallowed nervously, stealing glances to see if the man would notice.
It wasn’t that she placed any grand meaning on chastity. In imperial society, it wasn’t particularly emphasized.
It was simply regret—she had made a mistake while drunk, something she had never done even in her past life.
As someone who had lived long as an adult in a younger body, maybe she had lost control. She had drunk without even knowing her limits.
She had clearly blacked out. No matter how she looked at it, it was entirely her own fault.
Well. What’s done is done.
Regret wouldn’t change anything now.
Once she calmed her scattered thoughts, a new question arose.
Who is he?
Just as curiosity surfaced, a low, pleasant voice brushed past her ears.
“…His voice is nice.”
Luciana’s yellow eyes slowly closed.
She knew she should not be this calm after what had happened, but leaning against his warm chest while listening to his sleep-talking made her feel strangely relaxed—like a cat basking in sunlight.
His deep voice. His faint, appealing scent. And his well-trained, solid muscles—unconsciously, it all stirred something in her.
Gulp.
She couldn’t remember much due to the alcohol, but judging from her hoarse voice, last night had probably been… good.
“Mm…”
“Ah!”
At that moment—
As if punishing her for indecent thoughts, the man tightened his grip around her.
“?!”
And in that instant, her soft lips brushed against his firm chest.
Before she could even react, she had ended up kissing his bare skin.
What the—!
Humiliated by her own inappropriate thoughts, Luciana stiffened and clenched her lips shut.
“Ugh.”
At the sound of friction between her lips, a deep voice rumbled above her head.
From that moment, something about the man’s body changed.
He was awake.
Tension filled the air.
What would he say first? What expression would he make?
Countless thoughts branched out in seconds.
They weren’t lovers. He didn’t have to be kind to her—but still, they had shared a night together.
She just hoped things wouldn’t become awkward.
But then—
“Ha… damn it!”
The man greeted her in the harshest way possible.
“Ah!”
He pushed her away abruptly, as if brushing off an insect.
Before even exchanging proper words, he shoved her aside.
It was a gesture filled with disgust, as if last night had been the worst mistake of his life.
Luciana was stunned.
Was she the only one confused here?
What kind of attitude was that? Insults were one thing, but throwing her away like that?
“Ugh… that hurts. What kind of manners are those?”
She let out a hollow laugh in disbelief, but calmly pulled the blanket around her and sat up.
Her pink hair fell messily around her shoulders.
“Are you seriously acting like I assaulted you or something?”
It wasn’t just shock—the rejection in his touch was too strong to ignore.
“Does this even make sense?”
She hadn’t had any lovers or fiancé until adulthood, but that didn’t mean she was some barbaric idiot who would assault a man and steal his innocence.
She had been drunk.
People said alcohol sometimes gave courage, but how could a normal noble girl overpower a strong man like that?
Especially one who looked like he had trained his body for years.
That kind of man… unable to stop a half-grown woman?
If she thought about it even a little, the answer was obvious.
There was one misunderstanding she absolutely needed to clear up.
“Hey.”
Luciana called out to him sharply.
Let me see your face.
She lifted her head confidently—and met eyes like rubies soaked in blood.
“…Huh?”
