Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain

Chapter 7

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l light flared brig

egan to knit together. New skin formed over the exposed bone. The s

ave of dizziness hit him. His knees felt weak, and

and back. The h

at his own hand. The glass had cut deep into

t his own perfectly healed chest. His jaw ticked rapidly. H

lowed sand. "Why heal me? Why drink the poison?

fired out of h

act like a saint. Kamari would never buy it

t a silk handkerchief. He wrapped it tightly

He looked out at the dark academy grounds. He let his shoulde

you?" Julian asked softly. He l

n the bed. The wor

g at Kamari over his shoulder. The fire

dropping to a harsh whisper. "Some power cannot be awakened unless it is fo

Kamari a chan

explain everyt

he suite, closing the

he latch clicked, Julian collapsed against the wood. H

ttered, his heart raci

ed the lore from his own writing-it was a high-tier surveillance tool tied to the academy's wards. Hesitantly, he reached out. He placed his trembling hand on the smooth surface of the crystal ball, p

ched the p

the room. He wasn't try

ed. He looked at his healed hands. Then he looked at

ly. His lips moved silently

world, the pure, unadulterated hatred in Kamari's eye

s uninjured fist.

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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.”