The Yandere Villainess’s Past Life Was That of a Lonely Woman. After Reflecting and Stopping Her Stalking of Her Fiancé, He Somehow Started Approaching Her Instead. - Chapter 8

Lycoris and Lucius were the same age, but their height difference was significant.

In other words, this wasn’t a case of him bumping into me and our lips meeting by accident—this kiss was entirely his intention.

At least, that’s what it had to be. And the moment I realized that, it felt like an explosion went off somewhere in the corner of my brain.

“Mmph… nn…!”

If my mouth weren’t sealed, I probably would’ve let out a guttural scream. Because this was my very first kiss.

Not just as Lycoris, but in my entire life—even counting my past life, when I died in my late twenties.

And the one stealing that kiss was a boy so beautiful he could’ve stepped out of a painting. My mind was spinning. Honestly, I felt like I might go into shock and just keel over.

My heart was soaring for the simple reason that the other person was a handsome boy. Truthfully, I loved good-looking men.

Otherwise, why would I have poured my entire paycheck into otome games instead of clothes or makeup?

And now, the very person I was kissing was one of those otome game’s love interests.

But no—this situation was far too abnormal.

Yes, Lycoris and Lucius were engaged. But he was supposed to utterly despise me, his stalker fiancée.

Only a little while ago, he’d pushed me away when he reached the end of his patience.

Now, I was on my way from the infirmary to the staff room to request permission to leave early after fainting.

And yet, here he was—kissing the very same girl he had shoved away in rejection. It was impossible to believe he was doing this of his own free will.

Either he was being manipulated… or he had lost his mind. His behavior certainly hadn’t been normal since earlier.

Ever since I accidentally slipped into my old mannerisms and called him “Lucius-kun,” like I used to back in my player days.

His eyes had lit up, convinced I’d somehow returned to being the “old Lycoris.” And then he suddenly grew so bold, to the point of kissing me in the school corridor.

To be fair, he wasn’t entirely wrong—I had returned to my old personality. The one from my past life: a late-twenties otome gamer who had never once had a boyfriend.

In other words, Lucius was under a complete misunderstanding. And imagining the moment he realized that truth made my chest tighten with dread.

If this went on, if we kept acting like lovers under false pretenses, then when the truth came out, it would only hurt both of us.

Lucius would be wounded by the fact that he had kissed someone he didn’t even love, all because of a mistake.

And I… I would be crushed by his reaction to that realization.

It reminded me of something from my middle school days in my past life.

A popular boy had suddenly hugged me from behind. But when I turned around in surprise, he reacted as if he’d touched something filthy.

It turned out he had mistaken me for his girlfriend at the time—because she and I were about the same height and had similar hairstyles.

It was one of my most humiliating memories.

If Lucius ever made the same mistake with me, I might really curse him. After all, as Lycoris, I actually had the power of dark magic.

And besides… engaged or not, kissing in the school corridor was a serious problem.

If a teacher caught wind of it, I’d be facing more than just a lecture.

Alright. I had to escape from Lucius and leave early. With distance and time, maybe he’d come to his senses.

In fact, if I just wanted to go home, I didn’t actually need to visit the staff room. I could contact a teacher later, after returning home.

But while I was internally flailing over my first kiss, Lucius only pulled me into an even tighter embrace. Moving was nearly impossible.

Which left me with one option: knock him out with dark magic.

I hated the idea of using my powers as a weapon. It would only make people fear me more.

But since the other students already whispered that I looked ready to curse someone to death, what difference would it make now?

I let the magic stir to life in my hand.