Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain

Chapter 4

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o the infirmary for basic bandaging. He im

to the filing cabinets. He ripped out the student housi

d Kamar

Sub-basement Thr

said Kamari lived in squalor, but seeing

r grew colder with every floor. By the time he reached Sub-basement T

alked down the narrow, dripping hallway and k

rusted bucket. A single wooden plank covered in moldy str

ne behind him. The fat dorm manager came ru

er stuttered. "What are y

inal Benedict bleed into his eyes. He pointed at the wet s

t you ordered it last month, sir

bile in his throat.

idn't tell you to drag the academy's reputation through the mud! If the outside world finds o

He dropped to the wet floor.

hings," Jul

came out holding a single, frayed clot

quick cleaning spell over it to

vily bandaged Kamari up the stairs to t

was massive. Velvet rugs covered the floor. A massive fire

ced Kamari on the hug

. He scrambled backward until his spine hit the headboard, pulling hi

r across the room. He held a crystal g

e now," Julia

e velvet curtains, then finally to Julian. His j

"Did the smell of the basement

pped the w

amari continued, his voice dripping with

ing to give him a warm place to sleep.

But if you step one foot out of those doors with

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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.”