WPC #320: Villain (Aitsuji)

Title: Make Me the Villainess!

Concept: Soul-switch, Villainess, Hero and Villain, BAMF, Personality Contrast, Corruption

Character: MC1: Hero MC2: Villain

Plot outline: Heroine is so sick and tired of being a heroine she prays to switch place with the villainess who has never done a good job at being a villainess because she envied the villainess' freedom. Goddess grants the heroine the wish and they swap places. Heroine who panics finds herself in a witch's shop with villainess who was also there to investigate the soul-swap accident when they decided not to swap back because they wanted a new life.

Draft:

"Oh for fucks sake!"

Another day, another moron begging to be saved.

"Do I look like a saint to you?"

The poor noble trembled. His wobbly chin jiggled at the enraged heroine flaring up in one of her temper tantrums again and his fat belly quivered as she stomped on it.

"N-No, but you're the heroine. The villainess stole my wife's ring so I thought maybe…"

Sighing and kicking the noble in the nuts, the heroine stomped off again to the nearest pawn shop. Seriously, this happens every freaking week. Why can't they search the pawn shops first?! It wasn't as if the villainess did a very good job of hiding their tracks. Besides, if this fat fucker took care of the people more, the villainess wouldn't need to pull a robbery and pawn his wife's tacky ring to buy bread for starving orphans.

"Hello!" the shopkeeper greeted. "Who was robbed this time?"

"The marquis of fatland jiggles. Do you have his wife's gaudy ring?"

Laughing at the foul-tempered lady, the pawn shopkeeper retrieved the item and smiled knowingly.

"Are you ever going to tell her about it? She keeps coming to me thinking she did a great job at hiding her secrets."

The villainess thought about it. Maybe. However, she quite envied the free-spirited woman everyone called Robin. If only God could switch their places. She would be able to do much more than what she could as a heroine.

Getting the ring back and turning it in to the pathetic talking pork marquis, the heroine left and called it a day. Becoming an exemplary knight made her a hero. She thought she would put her skills to better use for the kingdom but she was cheated of her dreams. The kingdom was full of nothing but corrupt nobles and perverts in the royal family who coveted her hot body.

That night, a shooting star flew across the kingdom and the next morning, a scream was heard from the heroine's room.

Ding! Ding!

"Welcome, I'm getting more customers than I normally do this early in the morning," Martha the witch cackled. What unusual visitors.

"Wha–? Tell them to get out! My business is more urgent!" the hooded stranger exclaimed but the heroine recognised it.

"Shut up!" she smacked the hooded stranger with the familiar voice, knocking the hood off. "I'm here for the same reason you are. Sorry, Martha. Can you lend us the back room? I'd like to have a little chat with the heroine here."

As it turned out, God really did exist. The villainess stared at the heroine in her body. They managed to swap souls but already, the villainess looked traumatised. Really, how did such a person become the kingdom's most wanted villainess? The king must be blind. Then again, the royal family weren't very smart.

"You must be the villainess?"

The villainess in the heroine's body nodded. "And you must be the heroine?"

For a moment, they stared at each other. It was weird seeing herself moving without looking into the mirror. No wonder the crown prince kept groping her. She really had a hot body.

"Well, I don't think I want to change back."

"Why?!" the villainess almost burst into tears. Waking up in an unfamiliar place was scary and getting groped by the prince was scarier. She accidentally punched him in the face and ran. Now that she found the actual heroine, why did she not want to change back?

"Why? Why not? I can do much better as the villainess. I suppose you saw what the capital looked like. Full of rotten fuckers. Besides, if you apologise prettily to them they'd pretty much give you anything. I want to beat the shit out of them and put someone more capable in the position of power but I can't do that as the heroine, can I?"

Oh, that made sense. However, life as the heroine was still too horrible.

"But how do you cope with that level of harassment? Does it happen very often?"

The heroine laughed. "I get Martha's special potion. It comes in a green bottle or you can get it from the tavern. Also, don't just punch the prince. I usually kick him down a flight of stairs."

Gasping, the villainess wondered if there would be any repercussions.

"Oh, don't worry," the heroine reassured. "Everyone knows he's just a little clumsy. Also, stop selling everything at the pawn shop. It's annoying to have to go there every time something happens."

"Sorry," the villainess apologised. "So what do I do now?"

"Anything you want," the heroine smirked. "I'll be heading off to pummel the fat marquis and rob his family. You won't be stopping me, right?"

The villainess shook her head as the heroine left.

"Special brew for you?" Martha asked and after consideration, the villain nodded.

The witch passed her a green bottle of aged wine and without a second thought, the villainess drank it. She would be needing it from now on.

"Cheers to villainy."