Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain

Author: Sisi Qingwang

Chapter 1

Word Count: 692 | Released on: Today at 14:44

ting wave of sulfur and copper th

braced himself for the crushing weight of concrete, expecting the aft

e was no

p, dark stone walls surrounded him. Rusted iron instru

tion dragged agai

ather whip. Dark gold blood dripped from the metal barbs woven

reath echoed in

ad up. His stomach d

ts and ankles. His silver hair was matted with dark sweat. Deep, raw gashes crisscrossed his pale

orced his

were dead. Hollow. Filled with a violent, suffo

se eyes. He had spent three years des

ered protagonist of his own web no

heavy, violet robe embroidered with dark silve

a physical blow. He wasn't just in his book. He was Benedict G

ri, fully awakened, skinning Benedict alive. Kamari ripping Benedict's

n's sternum. His knees buckled. He

moved to

the flickering torchlight. He held a heavy iron basin. A glowing

t council president. Benedi

ly sweet eagerness. "Your arm must be tired. Why don't you let

ruined chest spasmed. But his golden eyes didn't bli

s throa

iled, a cruel twisting of his lips, and took

become permanent. The torture would be u

l instinct overrode the p

ged fo

ollar. He planted his boots on the slippery stone an

ard, his feet slipping out from under h

een acid spilled across the stones. It hissed viole

trapped bird. He dug his fingernails into his

ission to touch hi

ff the stone walls,

ward on the floor, hi

ead look in his golden eyes shattered, repla

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“I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip. Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes. His pale chest was torn open to the bone. I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop. He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel. And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain. A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days. My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid. "Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume." If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed. But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap. How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself? I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive. Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face. "Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire." This time, I will rewrite my own fate.”