I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead
Chapter 126: An Awkward Double Date (1)

Chapter 126: An Awkward Double Date (1)

Once the meeting wrapped up, Penelope was the first to sweep out of the room.

Honestly, Verena was drained—wrangling two infamous villainesses she used to fangirl over as a teen was no small feat.

Yes, even the morally questionable ladies had captured her heart back then. Who said women had to be sweet and innocent to be swoon-worthy?

The more unhinged they were, the hotter they became. It was science.

Just as she was about to escape the classroom herself, she was intercepted by none other than Isolde.

"You..." Isolde began, narrowing her eyes. "Do you like Sera?"

"PFFT—M-Me?!" Verena choked, nearly slipping on her own dignity. "No. Obviously not."

"You’re awful at lying."

The worst partw as that she didn’t even know if it was a lie. What even were feelings anymore?! A fever dream? A side quest?

"Whatever..."

Isolde leaned in with a devious smirk. "Did you know... she’s on a date with Selvis right now?"

She knew. Oh, she definitely knew.

But it’s not like there was anything she could do about it—not without looking like a jealous wreck with a god complex.

For once, she was genuinely glad that Sera clung to her pride like a lifeline.

Honestly, even Verena wasn’t fond of who she was right now: stressed out, slightly unhinged, and teetering on the edge of indecisive existential crisis.

Isolde didn’t say anything at first. She just smirked, tilting her head and offering a gloved hand like some noble scoundrel about to whisk Verena off to an evening of mischief.

"Come with me," she said with a glint in her eye. "I’m taking you out."

"Out... where?"

"A date."

"A what now?!"

"A date," Isolde repeated smoothly, then added with a sly grin, "for friendship purposes, of course. Think of it as team bonding. Villainess-style."

Verena opened her mouth, then shut it. She didn’t have the strength to argue with semantics today.

And so, thirty minutes later, the two of them were seated at a very nice, very expensive restaurant, sipping celestial mocktails and picking at overpriced appetizers while Isolde casually psychoanalyzed the menu and made biting commentary about everyone else’s outfits.

Verena was starting to relax—almost enjoy herself—until Isolde’s voice went flat.

"...Don’t look now, but we’re about to be dragged into a soap opera."

"Huh?" Verena turned.

And there they were.

Sera and Selvis.

Walking in.

Together.

Laughing.

Holding hands.

Time stopped. Verena’s fork froze mid-air. Isolde tilted her head, observing the scene like she was watching a particularly juicy drama unfold in real time.

Sera spotted them first.

She froze.

Selvis followed her gaze.

And smirked.

"...Oh, for the love of astrology," Verena muttered under her breath.

Ah, so this was Isolde’s plan all along.

The woman clearly knew exactly where Sera and Selvis were headed—especially since Selvis was her teammate of the Crimson Vow.

This wasn’t a coincidence.

Isolde had orchestrated this encounter with whatever shady motives brewed behind those cool, calculating eyes. And whatever her goal was—it was working. Because the atmosphere had turned agonizingly awkward.

"Oh hey, Isolde! How’s life in Verena’s little Novae Covenant?" Selvis greeted.

Sera’s eyes snapped wide.

Wait. What?

Verena... invited Isolde?

The very woman who once turned tormenting Sera into a personal hobby?

Her chest tightened, not with heartbreak—but with bubbling spite.

The uncomfortable silence stretched on as Sera processed the unexpected turn of events.

She stared at Isolde, who was casually leaning against the nearby table, looking far too pleased with herself for anyone’s comfort.

For a moment, she almost felt sorry for Verena, but then she remembered how much she hated being in this situation in the first place.

"Well, this is... cozy," Sera said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, glancing over at Verena. "I didn’t realize you were such a master of gathering company, Verena."

Verena returned the stare with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "Oh, you know me, Sera," she replied, her tone just as sweetly venomous. "I’m just so great at making friends. You must be envious of all the people I collect. Isn’t that right?"

Sera’s eyes narrowed.

She was ready for this, of course.

She wasn’t about to let Verena off that easily. "Envious?" She leaned in slightly, her voice lowered to a mock-pensive tone. "Oh no, I’m just wondering how it is that you managed to round up such a delightful group of people. Must be a special talent you’ve got there, huh?"

"Perhaps?"

"Ah, yes. You and your ’refined’ taste. You sure know how to pick people who would suit you." She glanced at Isolde pointedly. "Perfectly suited to be surrounded by people who never question you, right?"

"You’re one to talk, Sera. I’ve never seen someone cling so desperately to their pride. It’s endearing, really, how much you cling to it. You must really need that validation." She paused, letting her words hang in the air. "But then again, I suppose it’s all you’ve got."

Isolde, watching the exchange with growing interest, couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. "You two are fascinating," she commented, tapping her fingers on the table in front of her, as if the whole thing was just an entertainment show. "But, as much as I enjoy the back-and-forth, perhaps we should focus on something more... productive?"

Sera shot her a glare, but turned her attention back to Verena, not letting her guard down. "Oh, of course. How could I forget? Verena’s idea of ’productive’ is just manipulating everything around her. It’s her specialty, after all."

"And yours is what? Complaining endlessly? How charming. At least I know how to get things done without wasting time."

But on time, Selvis interrupted the silent standoff. "Why don’t we all head to dinner? I’m starved," he said, his voice a little too eager, as if trying to break the tension.

Sera couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she stood up. "Right, dinner. That should be interesting."

Then she and Selvis settled down on the opposite side of Verena, creating an immediate divide at the table.

Isolde, noticing the shift, couldn’t resist a smirk.

She leaned forward to Verena, eyes glinting with mischief. "You’ve got something on your face," she teased, her thumb casually gliding across the woman’s lips to wipe away an imaginary smudge.

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