From a young age, I was repeatedly told that I was the villainess in a novel, constantly tormenting the 3 male leads until the female lead arrived to redeem them in adulthood. Upon hearing this, I thought, "What? I'm the villainess? That sounds too thrilling!" And with that, I doubled down on my antics. I pinched one's tender cheeks, kicked another's ass, and wielded a whip to intimidate the last. Lawless and unbridled, I reveled in my mischievous deeds. But when the female lead finally emerged, I intended to fade elegantly into the background. Unexpectedly, the 3 male leads cornered me against the wall, demanding accountability from me... Wait, this isn't right! The plot has veered off course!
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