I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead
Chapter 114: Boobs

Chapter 114: Boobs

Did her affection points seriously go up just because she touched my boobs?! Who’s the real pervert here?!

Verena had a hundred snarky things lined up to say, but she forced herself to breathe. It was clearly an accident, more or less, and technically, they were both girls. It made logical sense. Probably. And really, for someone like Sera, who’d only known the world’s sharp edges and cold shoulders, maybe a little softness was exactly what she needed.

Boobs included.

Sera had always been known as the "Iron-Fisted Heroine" in the novels.

A girl whose fists came faster than her words, who solved most of her problems with a punch to the face rather than a heart-to-heart.

Touch, to her, was a foreign concept, reserved for tackles, slaps, grabs, and uppercuts.

Not once had she held someone’s hand out of affection. Not once had she initiated a hug that didn’t end in a suplex.

In the original novel, there was there was even a running joke among readers: "If Sera touches you and you’re still breathing after, consider it a love confession."

She was that emotionally constipated.

Physical affection wasn’t just rare, it was mythical.

Any time someone tried to pat on the head or offer a friendly hug, Sera would swat them away like they were assassins aiming for a pressure point. It wasn’t out of hate, just pure, bone-deep unfamiliarity.

Affection was a code she couldn’t crack. Growing up, her mother had never once hugged her; the woman believed that "warmth builds weakness" and that "a slap on the back is more character-building than a lullaby."

The closest thing Sera got to bedtime comfort was a motivational quote barked through the door:

"Don’t cry, or I’ll make hit you until you forget why you were sad in the first place!"

Thus, Sera didn’t exactly grow up in a Hallmark movie.

By the time she hit adolescence, her emotional toolbox consisted of sarcasm, shouting, and the occasional therapeutic wall punch.

The idea of soft touches? Of intimacy? That was alien. Or worse, embarrassing.

So now, years later, standing half-naked in a cramped inn bath with Verena of all people, after accidentally groping her and hearing that moan, Sera’s brain just short-circuited.

She’d never even held hands without an intent to throw someone over her shoulder.

Now she had boob memories burned into her soul.

This wasn’t growth. This was spiritual whiplash.

"I... I–... I–..."

"Why? Never felt boobs before?" Verena teased, a wicked little smirk playing on her lips.

"SHUT UP!"

***

By the time they emerged from the bath, both were back in their damp uniforms, hair slightly frizzed, skin still pink from the steam. Unfortunately, the rain hadn’t let up, it was still coming down like the heavens were emotionally compromised.

But Sera wouldn’t look at her.

"Hey! Why are you ignoring me?!" Verena called out.

Sera said nothing, arms crossed, face turned so far away she could’ve been pretending Verena was dead.

It was the most dramatic silent treatment in recorded history.

"You’re the one who touched my boobs, you know!"

"Shut up, you pervert!"

"WHY AM I THE PERVERT?!"

They spun to face each other, faces twisted in scandalized outrage, then locked eyes.

...Only to immediately flinch and look away like teenagers caught holding hands at church.

"Does it really matter if it was my first time touching boobs?" Sera grumbled under her breath.

"Who knows?" Verena replied with mock innocence.

"WELL YOU’VE PROBABLY TOUCHED A HUNDRED AND THAT’S WAY WORSE—"

"Excuse me! It wasn’t that many..."

Sera froze. Her head slowly turned back to Verena, eyes wide. "Wait... you did?"

Ever since that moment, Sera had activated what could only be described as "Selective Verena Blindness." She wouldn’t look at her. Not in the hallway. Not at their dorm.

Not even during breakfast, when Verena dramatically dropped her spoon just to see if Sera would glance her way.

Nothing.

She walked past her in the academy corridors like she was just another potted plant.

In class where they had the same subjects together, she sat two chairs away even when the seat beside Verena was empty.

At the dorm, she’d pretend to be asleep the second Verena entered the room—complete with fake snoring.

"She’s ghosting me, and we live in the same room," she muttered one morning, watching Sera wordlessly prepare her school materials.

’WHY IS SHE ACTING LIKE A MARRIED WIFE?!’

Even the others started to notice. Clarina, Evelyn, and Beatrice sat with them at lunch, glancing between the two like spectators at an emotional courtroom drama.

era looked calm, composed, while Verena looked like she was on the verge of pulling her hair out.

"Did... something happen?" Evelyn asked gently, giving a nervous laugh as her eyes flicked between them.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Sera said sweetly, her smile as gentle as spring sunshine.

Everyone gulped.

Sera never smiled.

Not unless she was about to throw someone over a table.

"I... We can talk this out..." Evelyn said, voice shaking with the kind of optimism only fools or saints had.

"Did you know, Evelyn?" Sera chirped sweetly. "Verena told me she’s touched a lot of boobs before."

Instantly, the table fell silent. Evelyn’s expression darkened like a storm cloud.

"H-Hello..." came a timid voice from the side.

They turned.

It was Penelope.

"May I... join you?"

Evelyn slowly rose from her seat. "Was it you?" she asked, dead calm, eyes glowing with homicide.

Uh oh.

Bad timing!

"What?..." Penelope blinked, genuinely baffled.

"Did Verena touch your boobs?"

"I-I—!" Penelope instantly turned beet red.

She covered her face with both hands, trembling. In that moment, she remembered that scene—when she’d tried to kiss Verena out of sheer spite and chaos.

WHY DO YOU LOOK FLUSTERED, WOMAN?!

All at once, every girl at the table turned to Verena, their eyes narrowing in collective suspicion.

"...What?" Verena awkwardly chuckled. "Why does this feel like a witch trial?"

"M’lady... I hadn’t know I was this way..." Clarina sighed.

"PENELOPE, TELL THEM THE TRUTH!"