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Gold Tier winner for WFP #3

Asura Claremont, the sole daughter of Duke Claremont, rumored to be the most beautiful maiden in the Kingdom of Loen. is—

Asura: Ha? That's bullsh*t. You got two things wrong there. First, it's not 'rumored.' It's a fact. Second, it's not just 'Loen.' I'm obviously the most beautiful in the world.

Ah, yes! Apologies, apologies, my lady. Now, where was I?

Asura Claremont, the sole daughter of Duke Claremont, the most beautiful maiden in the world, was sought after by both men and women for her beauty, intelligence, and delightful personality.

With such circumstances, her romance story should be a perfect one, and her ending should beautiful, right?

That would've been the case... if not for a particular individual. 

That person was—

Asura: The ABSOLUTE WORST! An OBVIOUS villain! 
(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Ahem, please do not interrupt, my beautiful protagonist! 

That person was the one that always secretly tried to sabotage her relationships, the one that stole her things, the one that continuously bothered her... 

...Lancera Hall. 

This is the story of a villainess and her victim.

Asura: (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

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Asura would never be bold enough to speak her thoughts in public, but this book is filled with these precious treasures! Read on to find her adorable and messed up thoughts~

The Villainess and her Victim

"W-What remuneration?" I suppressed my anxiety and pretended that everything was normal as if it weren't my ears that were red.


"Well…" Lancera's lips curved slightly. "The thing is…"


I found myself mesmerized by the shape and curve of her lips. So plump and pretty! They must be very soft…


Every part of Lancera was perfect, but her lips, they looked otherworldly. If it weren't for the fact that we lived together and I knew about her daily routines—which she didn't have— I would've thought that she was like me, doing my skin routines thrice a day, perfecting my hair and makeup for over an hour each day before class…


But no, the southern princess had little to no knowledge on the beauty secrets of women, only knowing the surface. The roguish brat woke up eight-thirty in the morning, just thirty minutes before morning classes, and her sole reason was to accompany me to breakfast!


She was the type of person to finish freshening up in minutes, perfect her hair in zero milliseconds, and dress in her uniform in five seconds.


And the thing is… Everyone thinks that she is so organized and responsible!


Upon thinking so much off-topic, my nervousness had subsided, and I was ready to fight once more!


"Hey! Hurry up!" I spoke haughtily, ready to turn my back against Lancera while flipping my hair—a classic move that I've always wanted to try. "I don't have all da— kya!"


The damned brat pulled me back and looked me right in the eye, her hands gripping my shoulders.


I could hear her breath, and upon seeing her slightly flushed face, I felt my own face flare up.


I lost control of my thoughts as my mind suddenly recalled once again a certain scene in the certain novel that I didn't read.


"H-Hey! W-W-W-What are you doing?!" I blocked my face with one hand and tried to push her away with the other. "H-H-Holding hands is BARELY acceptable… b-but, no k-k-k-k-k-k-kiss!"


As I finished my words, my face grew to a even brighter shade of red-- an unhealthy shade.


"N-No!" I cried, and at the critical moment, my foot, the ultimate weapon at my disposal, was ready to charge once more.


"Kiss? I-I… I wasn't gonna request a kiss… I-I wanted to… yelp!" Lancera was ruthlessly cut off as her toes were once again attacked.


Bending down to hug her foot, the girl whimpered like a frightened puppy, her dark hair spilling onto the road.


The curse before wasn't the real curse.


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I really want to hide in a hole right now.
