I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel - Chapter 226



226 – Hero (10)

Beep!

The sound of an alarm clock ringing like it would wake your brain.

“Ugh…”

I naturally moved my hand and touched the clock next to the bed. Only then does the alarm sound become quiet.

When I tried to move my frizzy head, I got a terrible headache.

“I think I had some kind of fucking dream…”

I feel like I had a really long dream, but strangely I don’t remember much. Actually, it’s funny that I remember my dreams clearly. Remembering your dreams vividly also means that you didn’t sleep well.

I got up.

“My son’s meal is ready~”

At that moment, a mysterious woman came through the door.

“…Who are you?”

The woman frowned at my alarming words and approached in stride.

“Who is it, your mother? You burnt-out!!”

Bah! As the rough hands shook my back, I had no choice but to come to my senses.

“Of course I was joking.”

A common person in every home, a being that everyone has no choice but to have if they are born.

“Mom.”

I woke up and welcomed my mother. As always.

**

“No, do you know what he said as soon as he woke up? “I’m really embarrassed.”

“Don’t tease me too much. “I said I had a strange dream.”

“You could do that in your sleep, why…”

As soon as I woke up, I saw my mom and asked who she was, and I couldn’t look up from the table due to the guilt and shame.

“Why on earth did I dream about living as an orphan even though my parents were alive and well? “What do you want to see these days?”

“Hehe, they say it’s good to enjoy cultural activities during puberty. I think it helped a lot in developing my creativity. Oh right. Did you read the novel your dad recommended before? It may be a little difficult to express pedantically, but…”

“No, I was trying to tell you not to read books like that, but what are you suddenly saying? A father and son couple make me crazy, really…”

A little squabble that happens between breakfast. Playful irritation. Useless conversations and exchanges. Laughter often bursts out. Bread with a simple taste, as if you bought it outside and heated it in a toaster. A cozy dining table at home.

I pursed my lips, feeling some unknown happiness in this ordinary moment.

**

On the way to school. I looked around at the cars passing by on the road and looked back. Where I just came from. When I saw the house, I thought it was pretty nice. High-rise apartment with a river and park nearby, and easy access to public transportation. It was the ideal type of house for a middle-class person.

Does our family have a lot of money? Now that I think about it, it shouldn’t have been otherwise. You can watch musicals, which are famous for expensive tickets, at any time, the TV that plays videos of classic movies is extremely large, and there is even a study room in the house.

There were many times when I traveled overseas and visited art museums or plays in those countries.

You can’t enjoy this kind of luxury without having money.

I was fortunate enough to have good parents, so I had no shortage of learning.

I walked to the bus stop, thanking my parents in my heart.

“Are you here?”

As always, there was someone waiting for me.

“Hello?”

“Are you late today?”

“Are you going to hear something from this morning?”

A girl with beautifully flowing slightly reddish brown hair. She is an old friend of mine whose hobbies include exercising and reading. At the same time, someone I’ve liked for a long time.

“I thought I was going to die because I was so bored waiting.”

When I sat down next to her, she naturally folded her hands.

Healthy, beautifully tanned hands.

But don’t misunderstand.

Because she likes women.

Ever since she was in middle school, her playlist was full of OSTs from queer movies, and the foreign movies and dramas she recommended always had homos*xual codes in them.

There are plenty of female juniors and seniors who follow her, calling her cool because she is good at both sports and studies.

I have understood for a long time that taste, which I never really hid, but never revealed.

That’s why it had to be suppressed for a long time.

My love will be nothing more or less than a burden to her.

I decided to settle for this relationship only to be hurt by revealing it and ruining the relationship. Even if we can’t kiss each other, we can still hold hands.

What does a kiss feel like?

Among those delusions, one memory came to mind.

It was a memory of a dream.

“…?”

“What’s wrong?”

I definitely think I had a friend like her in my dreams.

“No… I think you appeared in a dream I had today.”

“Oh my, how romantic. “Did you only think about me while you were sleeping?”

She chuckled and laughed.

“Aren’t you so excited that I got confessed yesterday?”

“Confession…?”

“What. “Did you really forget?”

Confession? What does confession mean all of a sudden? Aren’t we friends?

“We decided to date.”

For a woman who always hid her expression with a relaxed smile, emotions were revealed on her face, which was rare.

“Ji, you really don’t remember…?”

Water suddenly formed in my shaking eyes.

The same confusion rose in my mind. Reason, which had been shaking like a lake with a stone thrown into it, soon became calm and brought out memories from beneath the surface.

‘Right. I got confessed.’

Why did I forget this important fact?

“What are you talking about! Of course I remember!”

I held her hand tightly as if to convince her.

“How could I forget that?”

The sunset, your flushed face, your hesitation that was always full of confidence, that excitement, that vivid yesterday is still alive and breathing today.

I have a lover.

I’m in a relationship!!

**

When I returned home after finishing my studies, the smell of food greeted me from the front door. The smell of sizzling stew and greasy meat.

“Is your son here?”

It seems that the mother was in charge this evening, as a lively voice was heard from the kitchen.

The time is 9 o’clock.

It’s too late to have dinner.

But that’s normal meal time in this house.

Because of my studies, I come home late, and my mom and dad both have promising construction careers, so they come home late from work. That’s why I naturally eat dinner late at night.

It would have been more efficient to eat dinner separately, but the family’s credo that everyone should eat dinner together made these late dinners natural.

“How was the mock test today?”

“It came out just as I expected. Average rating of 1.2.”

“Oh, it’s a price to pay for inheriting our hair. Did it come out well?”

“It’s still not enough. “The university I set as my goal must be a very good one.”

“Why don’t you give me a tutor?”

“No, it’s okay. “I’m going to try as hard as I can.”

I was able to guess once again the state of my family’s financial resources by the fact that my friends were eagerly offering private tutoring and academies.

“I am truly blessed.”

“…? Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

The table again.

There was no shadow on the parents’ faces. Maybe my face will be like that too.

Surely, life in the future will move forward smoothly, without any major inflection points, like now, but with a definite upward trend.

I was given that environment.

I have parents who love me.

The family is well-off, so there is no problem with school, let alone worrying about starving.

Next to me is a non-gay lover who is beautiful, kind, and shares common hobbies.

I suddenly became so happy that I burst into tears.

“What’s wrong?!”

“Are you okay? Did anything bad happen at school?”

His parents immediately ran over and patted him on the back.

A warm touch. An ally who will not betray me no matter what happens, and the sincere affection of a family connected by blood.

In that happiness.

“Ah.”

I realized.

“This is a fucking dream.”

This can’t be reality.

There’s no way I’m an orphan.

There is no way I am not poor, much less able to learn.

Lover above all?

There are so many different things.

Everyone I’ve ever loved has died and is about to die, so what kind of relationship is this? What kind of love is it if love has no meaning? In the end, we all just seek and spend selfish affection. What kind of relationship is this?

My life is not this happy. I can’t be happy.

It’s too contrived.

“Aren’t you realizing it too quickly?”

When I came to my senses, the interior of the luxury apartment was gone and a simple flower garden was the background.

The faces of my parents and my girlfriend that I had just seen faded away like a dream. As if it was natural that it didn’t exist from the beginning.

I was reading a book.

Inside the book, the reality I had just experienced was depicted in cute drawings like illustrations from a children’s book.

I looked back at as many pages as I had read so far. Even scenes of everyday life that could have been passed naturally as the story progressed were portrayed in a forced manner. There are still many pages left in the book.

It looks like a person’s life itself has been compiled into a book.

No, it was more appropriate to think of it as life in the form of a book.

“I never thought it would happen this quickly.”

When I was frozen in shock at the overwhelming type, someone came up to me and hugged me from behind and tried to turn the pages of the book.

Hands with white and fair skin. Even without turning around, I knew the owner of this hand.

“Lilia…”

“It’s okay to not be diligent sometimes, right?”

The background changed again. The flower fields that had surrounded me until now changed into the scenery outside the window. The texture of the lawn, which was both rough and soft, changed to the soft and elastic texture of the bed.

“Even though you wake up to the dazzling sunlight, you can fall back to sleep using the sunlight as a sleeping light, and there are days when you just spend the day lazily rolling around in bed.”

Lilia lay back, hugging me. My body also fell backwards. I lay down with her arms as a pillow. She held the book in her arms like a mother reading a story to her child.

“You’ve worked hard so far. Even if you have days like this sometimes, you’ve lived a good life. So let’s go back to sleep.”

A tempting voice came from my ear.

I knew it instinctively.

The illusion I just saw was created by Lilia.

The condition for being invited to that fantasy is that your head turns into a flower.

The fantasy of being able to spend time leisurely without worrying about losing anything, living those lazy and happy days.

I realized it at the same time.

I knew that this lazy day would never end.

So, don’t give in to temptation. You must not fall back to sleep.

I came to my senses…

“You’re tired. Are you tired?”

When I heard those words, my eyes closed.

It feels like I took sleeping pills.

Suma dug into my heart.

I know I shouldn’t sleep. I know, but.

I am…

…

…

..

.

“Dreaming is not a bad thing.”

Why are you trying to wake up in the first place?

A scene of reality passed through my mind.

The bodies of countless flowers and the girls who fell as if they were sacrificing themselves.

It was safe to describe that unrealistic scene as a nightmare.

Whether it’s reality or fantasy, it’s ultimately like a dream.

I want to settle down even though I know it’s an illusion.

Isn’t it often said that hypocrisy is good? Even if it’s a fake, if it infinitely resembles the real thing, if it’s something you didn’t even want, there’s no reason to reject it.

Whether you wake up or sleep, if you’re in a dream, it’s better to choose the sweeter one.

“You can go back to sleep. “I will protect you forever.”

Those are the last words.

I fell asleep again.

“Hey…”

Just before falling into sleep, my lips parted.

“You… Have a talent for evil.”

My tired body lost control and I turned my head.

At that moment, I saw Lilia’s eyes.

Very pretty eyes.

The eyes that I was saddened to not see for a long time.

“…I hope I can see you again later.”

While I was falling into a dream, I thought I would like to see those eyes a little more.