Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain

Chapter 6

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shes on his chest were still bleeding through the cheap infirmary bandag

his spatial ring and pulled out a small jade jar of Emerald Life Salve. It w

ntire body

rled. He scrambled backward,

yes. It was a visceral, violent r

glowing hands su

rom those cuts, they will rot," Julia

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" Kamari breathed,

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with misplaced righteous fury.

it at Kamari. "How dare you threaten the Headmaster! Do you think he act

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d in the air. It cracked like thunder a

flew backward out the door and slammed into the stone wal

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s slammed shut. Three heavy magical deadbol

fell de

d the jagged glass pointed at his throa

't back down, but he didn't th

out and grabbed

The sharp edge of the glass sliced deep into Julian's palm. Wa

n his throat. He stared at Julian

he corrosive burn the ointment immediately inflicted on his own bare skin, he pressed his palm flat ag

an said, his voice low and tight 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.”