Chapter 4: Accidentally Seducing the Final Boss?!

Chapter 4: Accidentally Seducing the Final Boss?!

I had one goal for the day—stay home, avoid all dangerous vampire men, and pretend my life wasn't spiraling into chaos.

Too bad fate decided to slap me in the face.

Because as soon as I woke up, my maid Lila rushed in with a pale face.

"My lady!" she gasped. "T-The Crown Prince has invited you to the royal ball tonight!"

I spat out my tea. "THE WHAT?!"

The Royal Ball (a.k.a. My Death Sentence)

In the game, this ball was a major event. The heroine, a sweet and innocent human girl named Elena, would arrive and steal everyone's hearts—especially the main love interests.

As for me, the villainess?

I was supposed to publicly humiliate Elena, get slapped by the Crown Prince, and officially be marked for execution.

Yeah. Not happening.

I had one option—AVOID the ball.

Unfortunately, Lila had other ideas.

"But my lady, if you refuse, the royal family will think you're being disrespectful!"

I groaned. Why was everything in this world designed to kill me?!

Ball Prep (a.k.a. My Worst Nightmare)

An army of maids attacked me with makeup, jewelry, and an unnecessarily fancy ballgown that felt like it weighed more than my soul.

Lila clasped her hands. "You look breathtaking, my lady!"

I stared at my reflection.

A villainess stared back.

Ruby-red dress.

Golden curls.

Dark red lips.

I looked exactly like the kind of woman who gets slapped at fancy events.

This was going to be a disaster.

Disaster (a.k.a. The Ball Begins)

The second I arrived at the palace, all eyes turned to me.

People whispered. Nobles gossiped.

I heard things like:

"Is that really Lady Seraphina? She looks… different."

"She usually glares at everyone. Why does she look scared?"

"Do you think she's planning another evil scheme?"

Jokes on them—I was too busy planning my own survival to scheme anything.

I slowly made my way to a quiet corner, avoiding any and all potential death flags.

Then, he arrived.

The final boss of the game.

Enter: Damian Blackwood (The Scariest Man Alive)

Damian Blackwood was the vampire duke feared by everyone.

In the game, he was an optional secret route, but also the hardest to romance.

Why?

Because he literally killed anyone who annoyed him.

And tonight, he was walking straight toward me.

OH NO.

I froze as his piercing silver eyes locked onto mine.

"Lady Seraphina," he greeted, his voice deep and smooth.

I gulped. "H-Hello, Your Grace!"

Damian was tall, intimidating, and looked like he belonged on the cover of a gothic romance novel.

And he was looking at me like I was the most interesting thing in the room.

WHY?!

"You're different tonight," he murmured, stepping closer. "You're not your usual arrogant self."

My soul left my body.

How was I supposed to respond to that?!

Option 1: Pretend to be confident.

Option 2: Compliment him to distract him.

Option 3: Run.

I panicked and blurted out—

"You have really nice hair!"

…

WHAT. DID. I. JUST. SAY.

Silence.

The entire ballroom froze.

The nobles stared.

Even the orchestra stopped playing.

Did I just… accidentally flirt with the most dangerous man in the empire?!

Damian raised an eyebrow. Then—he smirked.

"You're quite bold tonight," he murmured.

OH GOD. NO. NO. NO.

"Do you like my hair, Seraphina?" he asked, his tone far too amused.

I wanted to die.

"N-No! I mean—yes! I mean—it looks very… silky?"

Lila, my poor maid, fainted in the background.

Damian chuckled.

"I see," he said, reaching for my hand. "Then, would you care to dance?"

ERROR. SYSTEM FAILURE. CRITICAL WARNING.

I grabbed a random glass of champagne and chugged it in one go.

Then I grabbed another.

And another.

Because if I was going to die, I might as well be drunk.

To Be Continued…

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