Chapter 5: Drunk Villainess vs. The Final Boss (Send Help!)

Chapter 5: Drunk Villainess vs. The Final Boss (Send Help!)

I had one rule for survival in this game—DO NOT ATTRACT THE FINAL BOSS.

And yet, here I was… holding hands with Damian Blackwood.

The most powerful vampire in the empire.

The rumored bloodthirsty monster.

And now, my accidental dance partner.

…Oh, and did I mention?

I was completely, 100% drunk.

How Did This Happen?!

Let's rewind.

Damian Blackwood—the terrifying, final-boss-level vampire duke—had asked me to dance.

Like a sane person, I had panicked and decided the only solution was drinking my problems away.

One glass.

Two glasses.

…Five glasses.

And before I knew it—

I was tipsy.

Which was BAD.

Because drunk me had zero survival instincts.

The Drunk Dance Disaster

The ballroom whispered in shock as I wobbled onto the dance floor.

Damian held out his hand, looking amused. "Shall we?"

I took his hand… and immediately tripped.

Like, full-body, gracefully falling into his arms kind of tripping.

Gasps. Shock. A lady in the corner fainted.

Damian caught me effortlessly, one arm around my waist. "Careful now, Seraphina."

My very drunk brain short-circuited.

I looked up at him—at his ridiculously perfect, chiseled, probably-illegal face.

And I did something very stupid.

I reached up and patted his head.

"Good vampire," I slurred.

SILENCE.

The entire ballroom froze.

The orchestra stopped playing.

The nobles lost their minds.

Someone in the background choked on their wine.

I had just patted the most feared man in the empire like a pet dog.

…I was going to die.

Damian Blackwood: Confused but Amused

Damian stared at me.

Then—he chuckled.

CHUCKLED.

"Good vampire, hmm?" he mused, smirking. "Interesting."

WHAT?! NO! STOP ENCOURAGING ME!

Instead of executing me on the spot, Damian took my hand and started dancing.

I was too drunk to protest, so I just… went along with it.

Spinning. Twirling. At some point, I started giggling.

"You're actually pretty," I blurted out.

Damian stiffened.

Oh.

Oh no.

Did I just… flirt with the Final Boss?!

Damage Control (Too Late for That)

I slapped a hand over my mouth. "Forget I said that!"

Damian tilted his head, his smirk growing. "Why? Did you mean it?"

I let out an ungodly squeak.

Abort. Abort. ABORT.

I needed to leave before I accidentally seduced this man.

Unfortunately, my drunk legs betrayed me.

I stumbled, lost my balance, and…

Landed on Damian Blackwood.

Right on top of him.

In the middle of the ballroom.

…

BALLROOM. ABSOLUTE. CHAOS.

The nobles screamed.

The ladies fainted.

The orchestra dropped their instruments.

I, Seraphina, had just tackled the final boss to the ground.

And what was Damian Blackwood's reaction?

He laughed.

A deep, amused chuckle as he stared up at me.

"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" he murmured.

I wanted to DIE.

The Great Escape (a.k.a. Running for My Life)

I scrambled off him, screaming internally.

"I-I need to go!" I stammered. "I suddenly remembered I left my oven on!"

Damian raised an eyebrow. "You don't cook."

"IT'S A VERY FANCY OVEN, OKAY?!"

I grabbed my skirt and ran for my life.

The Aftermath

Back at my mansion, I flopped onto my bed, screaming into my pillow.

WHAT. WAS. THAT?!

First, I accidentally flirted with Prince Lucian.

Then, I got flirty tea-time with Alistair.

And now?

I JUST TACKLED DAMIAN BLACKWOOD.

THE FINAL BOSS.

At this rate, I wasn't just avoiding my death flag—I was speedrunning the romance routes.

HELP.

To Be Continued…

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Should I continue with Chapter 6? Because things are about to get even WORSE.