I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead
Chapter 106: Where Is Verena?

Chapter 106: Where Is Verena?

[Reminder: Vague NSFW. Very slight. Just leaving this here if you’re uncomfortable. However, it’s really only vague.]

Three days had slipped by, and still, there was no sign of Verena.

No messages, no trace, not even the faintest whisper of where she might have gone.

Her dorm room remained untouched, her bed perfectly made as if she’d never slept in it.

The professors gave no answers. The administration deflected every question. Rumors began to twist through the halls like creeping ivy.

Some said she had been expelled, others whispered she had been taken by the Threads.

But no one really knew.

All Evelyn had was the unbearable silence where Verena used to be.

"I’ve failed to protect m’lady..." Clarina muttered, guilt weighing heavily in her voice. She hugged a pillow like it could somehow cushion the regret.

Truthfully, she hadn’t been checking on Verena as often as she should’ve.

None of them had.

The four of them sat huddled in the dorm room that Verena once shared with Sera, now eerily quiet.

Not a single clue, not even a stray strand of her hair. It was like Verena had simply been erased.

"Well," Sera said, flopping back onto the bed with a groan, "I always knew she was dramatic, but going full vanishing act? That’s next-level."

"Maybe she turned into stardust," Beatrice offered, eyes sparkling. "Or she finally transcended her mortal form."

Clarina sniffled. "This is not the time for jokes..."

"Right, right. Sorry," Beatrice cleared her throat. "Maybe she’s just hiding because she finally realized how much of a handful Sera is."

"Hey!" Sera shot up. "I am a delight. Ask literally no one."

Evelyn sat quietly, but a tiny laugh escaped her lips. Even in all the panic, somehow, they still had each other.

"Well... we can’t give up now..."

What followed was a disaster disguised as an investigation.

Armed with nothing but half-baked questions and too much dramatic flair, the four of them stormed the campus like wannabe detectives.

Sera took the lead, slamming her hand on random desks. "Where were you on the night Verena vanished? Huh?!"

The poor first-year she grilled nearly cried. "I-I was doing astrology homework—please don’t hit me!"

Meanwhile, Beatrice had crafted a terribly drawn ’Have You Seen This Woman?’ poster of Verena, complete with sparkles and arrows pointing to her "mysterious aura."

Most people just thought it was an avant-garde art project.

Evelyn, on the other hand, tried to be polite until she accidentally interrogated a statue for five minutes.

"...I don’t think that thing talks," Sera finally said, patting her shoulder.

All they found by the end of the day were weird rumors, a banana peel, and a suspiciously Verena-shaped dent in a hedge. Not very helpful, but at least they were trying.

Another day passed. There was still no sign of Verena.

That evening, when the dorm halls had gone quiet and shadows stretched long over the walls, Evelyn found herself slipping back into Verena’s room.

The space felt emptier than she remembered, like the absence had grown roots in the walls.

She hesitated at the doorway, the familiar scent of vanilla and something sharper like a ghost that refused to leave.

She’d missed her. Terribly so.

Maybe she’d been foolish, trying to distance herself in the name of independence. Maybe she’d pushed too hard to prove something to herself... and now Verena was gone, without a trace.

Was this really what you wanted? she thought, running her fingers lightly across the edge of the desk.

Everything was untouched, like Verena might walk in at any moment and tease her for being dramatic.

Her feet carried her to the bed before she even realized it.

She sat down, then curled into the sheets, pressing her face into the pillow.

The scent was stronger there. Warmth, confidence, and something infuriatingly addictive. Her breath hitched. "Ah..." before she knew it, her fingers found its way between her thighs and touched herself at the thought of her.

Fingers curled into the fabric, and she shut her eyes tight.

She didn’t want to admit how much she needed her.

Not yet.

But she was going crazy.

"I made a mess..."

The bedsheet was damp now, the warmth of shame prickling at her cheeks.

Without thinking, she gathered it up in her arms, folding it hastily.

But it didn’t stop there.

With each passing day and no trace of Verena, Evelyn found herself returning to the same blanket she’d smuggled into her own dorm.

It became a quiet, guilty ritual. One she repeated in secret, clinging to the lingering scent like a desperate prayer.

"Verena..."

"Verena..."

"Verena..."

"I must’ve gone insane..." she whispered, exhaling softly as she lay on her bed, half-naked, tangled up in the blanket. Now it smelled like both her and Verena—and she adored that.

She really was rotten. It felt wrong to be like this, but she couldn’t deny who she was at her core: a girl who was starved, who craved.

And now, that very craving had vanished.

Finally, it was Friday.

The final bell had long rung, and while most students had already returned to their dorms or wandered off into the courtyard’s glow, Evelyn and the others—Beatrice, Sera, and Clarina—spent the day combing through corners of the academy.

"We really can’t find her..." Clarina sighed, lowering herself onto the front steps of the school building, the golden dusk casting long shadows across the cobblestones.

"Yeah..." Evelyn mumbled beside her, rubbing the back of her neck, frustrated.

"Evelyn?"

The voice drifted in gently. They turned—and saw Norvan, his hair tied neatly into a low ponytail, a quiet smile on his lips.

"Ah, Norvan..." Evelyn straightened quickly.

"You’ve been looking for Verena?"

"Yeah..."

"...Do you want me to comfort you like I always do?" He opened his arms, clearly expecting her to fall into them. But she froze and stepped back.

He flinched too, his arms dropping as though burned. "Ah... I’m sorry."

"Ah!" Evelyn gasped, eyes wide as she shook her head, embarrassed. "I didn’t mean to... it was just instinct..."

But then, as she stepped closer, something caught her attention—something subtle yet unmistakable. The scent.

Amberwood and bergamot. A trace of ozone, like the air just before a storm. And faintly, a warmth like sun-warmed linen.

Perhaps the scent therapy had done more to her psyche than she thought, because that was unmistakably Verena’s scent—woven into Norvan’s clothes like a whisper of betrayal.

Her pupils dilated.

Her gaze sharpened, darkened.

Of course. Norvan had always been like this. Overprotective. Possessive in a way that had once felt like comfort when she was too weak to stand on her own.

He used to be her anchor—guiding her, deciding things for her, wrapping his control in the guise of affection.

But even then, she’d never truly felt safe. Just... tethered.

Then she noticed something—his hand, wrapped in a hastily-done bandage.

"What happened to your hand?" Evelyn asked, her voice deceptively soft.

"Ah..." He blinked, clearly caught off-guard. "This? I... I got bitten."

"By?"

"A stray cat. I was trying to feed it. But I have to go now—"

Before she could ask more, he turned and walked away quickly, his steps just a little too fast.

But Evelyn already knew.

If she could’ve killed him right then, she might have. But not yet.

Instead, she leaned toward Clarina, who stood quietly nearby, and whispered something into her ear.

Clarina’s expression shifted instantly. "I see," she said with a nod, the edge in her voice unreadable.

The next morning—Saturday—Clarina arrived at Evelyn’s dorm. She knocked once, sharply. Evelyn opened the door without hesitation. Clarina slipped in quickly, her footsteps silent against the floor. She moved closer, lowering her voice to a whisper.

"I found something," she said, eyes serious. "And you’re going to want to hear this."

So she had been right.

Thanks to her expertise, she moved like a shadow, unnoticed by those around her. There were others with Norvan—strange figures, their intentions unclear. They met under the cloak of night, gathered in the quiet gardens, speaking in hushed tones.

"Verena..." Clarina began, her voice low, as she recounted the grim truth to Evelyn. "She was taken. Kidnapped. They’ve locked her away in the fortress of the Huliet family. But it’s not just any fortress—it’s a dungeon... I."

"I see..."

"But how did you know?"

"I.." Evelyn instantly blushed. "Nevermind that. I have to go to her."

"But, it’s dangerous, m’lady!"

Evelyn’s expression hardened, her hands tightening into fists. Her gaze burned with fury, her lips trembling as she fought to control her emotions.

"I don’t care!" she snapped, her voice sharp with desperation. "I’m going to get her back."

It was midnight, the moon casting a cold, silvery glow over the quiet campus.

A small, dark cloak was draped over her shoulders, the fabric soft but sturdy.

She didn’t look back, didn’t pause to second-guess herself. She had waited long enough.

The only thing that mattered now was reaching the fortress and bringing Verena back. Nothing else would stop her.

As the clock struck the hour, Evelyn slipped into the shadows, vanishing into the night.