I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead
Chapter 91: I Hate That Bitch!

Chapter 91: I Hate That Bitch!

"I HATE THAT BITCH!"

"H-Huh?""THAT GODDAMN DOORMAT!"

Evelyn?

Had the heroines finally crossed paths?

It seemed the plot was, without a doubt, moving forward, even without Verena’s watchful interference.

Somewhere on campus, far from Verena’s orbit, the threads had tangled on their own.

Two girls.

Two opposites.

One fated collision.

Sera stood in the training hall, practically vibrating with fury. The echoes of her voice still rang off the walls.

A confused third-year tried to duck past her without catching any shrapnel. "Uh—are you talking about... Evelyn?"

"OF COURSE I’M TALKING ABOUT EVELYN!" Sera snapped, throwing up her hands. "That pathetic, fluttery-eyed mess! The way she talks, like she’s constantly apologizing for breathing. Who even lets someone like that into this academy?!"

Meanwhile, Evelyn, out of breath and halfway down the corridor, had no idea she’d just declared psychological warfare.

And Verena?

She was still blissfully unaware.

But not for long.

The first time Evelyn ran into Sera, literally, she was sprinting across the greenhouse quad, arms full of books, dodging students, and muttering, "Sorry, sorry, excuse me, sorry—!" like a one-woman apology machine.

BAM!

Sera Anverre stood frozen, now soaking in herbal potion tea and dripping with half of Evelyn’s textbook collection.

There was a long pause.

"...You."

Evelyn squeaked. "M-M-Me?"

"You’re that doormat girl!"

"I-I was just—!"

"YOU KNEECAPPED ME WITH A FERN!" Sera barked, holding up a potted plant that had somehow survived the impact.

"I-I didn’t mean to!"

"You never mean to!"

The second time happened during tea hour. Evelyn, eager to practice her newly acquired socializing skills, worked up the courage to enter the House Lounge. She clutched one of Verena’s old handwritten notes, still folded in her pocket, still read like scripture.

Though she no longer reported back to Verena. She was trying to be independent now, after all.

She was doing so well. She’d smiled. Made eye contact. Poured tea for someone without trembling.

Then Sera kicked open the door like she was leading a revolution.

Evelyn flinched.

The teapot jumped.

Tea flew.

Directly into Sera’s face.

There was a very long silence..

"...Did you just baptize me with hibiscus?"

"I—I was trying to pour it for the table—!"

"I AM NOT THE TABLE."

Sera, herself, couldn’t make sense of what was happening.

Somehow, no matter where she went, she always ended up crossing paths with that girl.

That damn doormat. It was like there was an invisible script at play, and now it was her turn to be ruined.

"Ugh, why do I always run into that girl?" she muttered, frustrated.

She was in a classroom. Quiet, serene, exactly how she liked it. Especially since there were things she preferred to keep hidden.

Like the romance novel she was desperately trying to read.

"I’d rather die than let anyone see me reading this crap," she groaned.

Though she called it crap, her fingers were glued to the pages, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

It was the typical, generic romance between a heroine and her knight. Sera didn’t like romance, she told herself that all the time, but there was something about it that pulled her in, a guilty pleasure she couldn’t deny.

"O-Oh my god..." she gasped, her voice trembling as her hand instinctively covered her mouth. "THEY KISSED!!"

"What?" A voice interrupted her.

Sera gasped.

When she turned to the side, there stood Evelyn.

WHY WAS THIS BITCH HERE? AND WHAT WAS SHE PLOTTING NOW?!

"GAHH!" The book went flying into the window, then out the window. "SHIT! I’M GONNA HAVE TO PAY FOR THAT!! WHO THE FUCK—?!" She froze.

A wild, tear-eyed Evelyn had appeared.

"I-I-I-I-I-I—" Evelyn tried.

"Y-You-!"

Moments later, the two of them were standing by the fountain where the book had landed, Sera mourning its soggy remains.

"I’m gonna get fined for property damage again," she grumbled. "Damn it."

"It’s okay..." Evelyn mumbled, holding her hands out. A soft glow shimmered between her fingers as the water lifted and rewound itself, reforming the book with quiet, meticulous magic.

Sera could only stare for a moment before processing this. As much as she wanted to hate on the girl, her joy of not paying off another debt was bigger. "HOLY SHIT. How can I repay you?!"

"Actually..." Evelyn smiled shyly, "I... might need a member for my group?"

***

"I TOLD YOU, THAT’S NOT WHAT HAPPENED!"

Classic Sera.

Denying the undeniable with the confidence of someone caught red-handed and still insisting the gloves didn’t fit.

The four of them sat together at the table because Evelyn was eager to show off to Verena that she had finally secured a member for her group.

Unfortunately, Sera had that same stubborn streak Verena did—bold, prideful, allergic to romance like it was an infectious disease.

In the original novel, she was all about fierce independence, the type to swear off love in favor of swordplay and solo missions.

But anyone with eyes could tell her feelings were written all over her face. She just refused to read the subtitles.

"I know, I know," Evelyn chuckled softly, the kind of laugh that meant I’m letting you lie to yourself just this once. Beatrice was beside Verena, ever the sunshine in the room, and Clarina stood beside her, pretending not to eavesdrop but totally doing just that. Meanwhile, Saphira was just relaxing on Verena’s shoulder.

"Hmph! Whatever!" Sera huffed, flipping her hair. "I’m leaving!"

She spun on her heel to make her grand exit.

WHAM!

But accidentally crashed directly into someone hard and promptly fell on her butt with a surprised, undignified yelp.

"WHO THE HELL—?!" she snapped, looking up.

Only to lock eyes with a very tall, very attractive upperclassman who blinked down at her with amused confusion.

Her pride? Scattered like her dignity.

And Beatrice whispered to Clarina, "Ten stars say she says she’s fine and runs away in five seconds."

Clarina nodded. "Make it three."

"Sssssstupid!" Saphira hissed.

"Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there!" the man said with an easy laugh—light, almost teasing, like he found the whole thing amusing.

That tone? Fatal mistake.

Sera’s eyes narrowed like she was about to draw a sword she didn’t even have. "Didn’t see me? What, am I invisible now?"

"I mean, you’re kinda fun-sized. You snuck under my radar, kitten."

"I am not fun-sized- I-?! WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!"

"Kitten," he said, slightly leaning down to reach her height, but mockingly stopped.

However, the other girls looked absolutely horrified. Their eyes were wide and mouths agape.

Beatrice dropped her juice box. Clarina looked like she was seconds from casting an exorcism. Saphira immediately went under the sleeves of Verena.

"Okay... why do you all look like you’ve seen a ghost that flirts?"

Honestly, she was confused, but not going to lie, there was a certain... tension in the air. That sharp, biting energy. The verbal sparring. The way Sera was standing way too close to the guy she just threatened to murder.

Was this... enemies to lovers?

Oh. Oh no.

"I’m sure she can handle this herself," Verena muttered, attempting to stand and walk away, a strange, ominous feeling creeping over her.

[SYSTEM WARNING: BAD ROUTE INITIATED.]

[You Are Running Away From Your Next Love Target.]

[Solution: Declare Sera As Your Pet.]

[Penalty: Immediate application of brutal debuffs.]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN NEXT LOVE TARGET?!

That’s right. She remembered now.

The second volume was practically a brat-taming fantasy, where Sera was, of course, the brat. The male lead? Calm, dangerous, and totally entertained by her antics, all while trying to "correct" her oh-so-rebellious behavior.

And don’t even get her started on the bed scenes... Let’s just say, they were a bit much.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: FATE CALCULATION COMPLETED]

[NEW CONDITION: Based on your current progression, every time you reach 70% of the novel’s completion, you are required to perform an early steal. This grants a strategic advantage as a villainess.]

[Reminder: Early steals involve securing critical assets, relationships, or power before your rivals can. Use wisely.]

[Failure to comply will result in a severe penalty: Immediate unraveling of any current advantages gained.]

[Good luck, Villainess. Your next move is critical.]

As she gasped, there was another suffering.

[Applied Debuff: Blurred Vision]

[Applied Debuff: Weak Knees]

[Applied Debuff: Suffocation]

[Applied Debuff: Sudden Fever]

The instant the debuffs hit, it felt like her soul was forcibly kicked into the fiery pits of hell.

This had to be some kind of joke. Why was the system suddenly being so aggressive?!

Left with no choice, she turned back and was greeted by the awkwardly intimate scene between Sera and the male lead, who were in the middle of what could only be described as a lunch battle.

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