The Blond Male Lead is Too Much - Chapter 3



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Janice paused for a moment. Her back rose and fell roughly as she groaned.

Soon she screamed.

“Ah, what are you trying to make me do!?”

“It’s simple. Just politely say, ‘I’m sorry, Sister. Please let me go.’ Then, they might let you go.”

“What? I don’t like it!”

Janice, who had been speaking to him rudely and informally since she was very young, immediately refused.

I shrugged.

“Don’t hate me. Let’s see if short hair suits you.”

“You crazy X! Put just one fingertip on my head!”

“Yeah, you’re already talking about it?”

“You… … !”

Janice, unable to control her anger, stamped her foot.

So what are you going to do about it?

Anyway, she was in a situation where she couldn’t move for fear that I might accidentally cut her hair.

‘Hmm. I’m bored of waiting. Should I stimulate you a little more?’

Unlike me, he gently grabbed the ends of her curly brown hair.

Crunch.

The eerie sound of scissors cutting.

Swish.

Hair fluttering and falling.

“Gyaaaah! My head!”

Janice screamed, the color draining from her face.

You only cut off a joint of your little finger, Yunan.

“If you don’t do it quickly, I’ll cut more.”

“Okay… … . I understand! I understand! Just do as you say!”

“Do it in 10 seconds.”

I didn’t want to drag it out, so I quickly counted backwards from ten.

Then Janice, who was becoming impatient, closed her eyes tightly and said.

“Hey, it’s slow.”

“If you make even one mistake, I won’t let you go.”

“… …Eunni, Zuseonghaeyo, Neuzseyo.”

“Say it correctly, again.”

“Ha… … Sister, I’m sorry, please let me go.”

“I don’t feel that desperate. Do you want to keep holding on?”

“Oh, really! Sister! I’m sorry! Let me go! Please!”

I pulled Janice’s head back and smiled, making eye contact.

“no.”

“… … !”

Janice’s eyes widened and her face soon distorted like a demon’s.

“If you say that, I’ll let you go!”

“When did I say I could let you go? I didn’t say I would let you go.”

“This, this, this crazy… … !”

Janice’s face turned red and blue as she realized too late that she had been tricked.

Perhaps because she decided she couldn’t be dragged around any longer, she started to run wild like a mad dog.

Knock knock.

My hand was pulled away from Janice’s with the sound of a lump of hair being pulled out, even if I just listened to it roughly.

When I checked, I saw that there was a handful of brown hair in my fingers.

Wow, I feel like I’ve got a new patch on my head.

“Ugh! My head! My head… …! Sob!”

Janice must have had similar thoughts, because she stroked my disheveled hair and burst into tears like a baby.

I looked at the sight with relief. The maids came running and surrounded Janice, not knowing what to do.

“Oh, Miss, calm down.”

“Shut up! Do you think you can calm down?! This is all your fault! It’s because you stayed quiet that things turned out like this! Huu …

Janice, who was irritated by the maid’s actions, sat down on the floor and kicked her feet. Her crying became louder and louder.

Oh my, how old are you to be acting like that?

I was clicking my tongue because it was obvious how much he had been raised at home.

“What the hell is all this noise?”

The door opened wide and a middle-aged woman who looked just like Janice appeared.

I recognized her immediately.

Gwen Charophée.

She was Shailene’s stepmother who remarried her biological father and inherited the countess after his death, becoming the head of the family.

She looked around the room with a frown on her face, then opened her eyes wide when she saw her daughter in a miserable state.

“Oh my God, Janice! What’s wrong with you? Why are you crying?”

“Ugh, Mommyyyy!”

Janice ran to Gwen with a sad face and hugged her.

“I didn’t do anything, but he suddenly grabbed my head! He threatened me with scissors and even cut my hair! I thought I was going to die from fear!”

Oh my.

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I looked at Janice in bewilderment as she exaggerated the things she had suffered while omitting all her own faults.

It’s all sorts of things, really.

“Oh my, my daughter. You’ve had a hard time because you got caught up in that bad guy.”

“Ugh, Mom, please scold me.”

“Don’t worry, Janice. Mommy will give you a really bad scolding!”

I looked at the mother and daughter, holding each other and arguing, with blurry eyes.

Gwen, who had been gently patting Janice on the back, approached me with a venomous look on her face.

“Shailene Charophé, you are crazy. How dare you lay a hand on my daughter? You know this will not go unnoticed!”

It’s funny, when did it just get overlooked?

Shailene’s memories, synchronized with mine, already showed me her wicked ways clearly.

“Oh, yes. That’s right.”

Gwen paused as he waved his hand and replied indifferently.

She looked at me in confusion, not showing any sign of fear as usual, and then gave an order to the maids.

“Lock Shailene in her room right now, and don’t open the door until I give you permission!”

“Yes, Count.”

“You are fasting until you reflect, Shailene Charoffé!”

Gwen opened her eyes wide and sternly threatened me. I was dragged out by the hands of the vicious maids.

In the meantime, Janice, who was giggling as if asking when she had cried, shouted in annoyance.

“Janice! You have a hole in your skull!”

“What? No! My head—!”

Janice, who was groping her head and starting to cry again, and Gwen, who was trying to comfort her daughter, quickly walked away.

It was a beggarly prelude to a shitty binge from the very beginning.

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The maids pushed me into a small, cramped room in the annex and left.

Suddenly.

The sound of the door latch closing could be heard distinctly from outside.

I stood still and slowly looked around the poorly lit room.

A small north-facing window, minimal furniture, and mold growing in the corners of the ceiling.

It was a shabby sight. The eldest daughter of a countess had a room the size of my studio apartment.

I sighed deeply and walked towards the full-length mirror in front of me.

Shailene’s face was reflected in the relatively clean mirror.

‘As expected, she’s the female protagonist.’

Her small, white face had distinct features.

In her delicate yet fresh eyes, her transparent and clear blue eyes, like a frozen lake, sparkled brilliantly.

He moved his eyes to examine Shailene more closely.

A sharp nose with a slightly upturned tip, red, plump lips, and a slim jawline.

Even the lines of her round earlobes were beautiful, as if they had been drawn with a brush.

She looked radiant even though she was wearing a plain blue dress.

Her special silver hair, of which Janice was terribly jealous, added a unique and distinctive vibe.

‘It’s amazing. In reality, it’s just a game character, but it seems so human because it’s been possessed.’

I looked at the cold-looking face that didn’t smile and pressed the corners of my lips with my fingers.

‘Somewhat similar to me.’

I, too, have a chubby face like Shailene, so I’ve heard a lot of people tell me to smile more.

I never thought that a game protagonist I’ve never played before could have so many similarities to me.

In fact, Shailene’s growth process also had some similarities to mine.

Alienation, neglect, and abuse.

It was exactly the same as what happened to me before I left the orphanage as an adult.

Moreover, since her father, Count Charophet, died five years ago, she has been practically an orphan.

Gwen, who inherited the title in place of her husband, took everything away from Shailene and completely isolated her.

Still, no one helped Shailene. Even her maternal family, the Duke of Diat, turned their backs on her.

In the first place, they lived in the capital and had never met before.

‘Ha… … But that’s not what’s important right now.’

I pulled myself together from the moment I almost went astray. This was not the time to be looking for pitiful similarities between Shailene and me.

We need to find a way to go back as soon as possible.

I thought deeply about what the game window had said.

‘But how many male protagonists are there exactly?’

I don’t know anything because I’ve never played the game before.

However, seeing as they were called ‘blonde beauties’ in the reviews, I assumed they were all blondes.

“Can anyone be the male lead as long as they are blonde?”

I muttered my question as if I was talking to myself. The system responded.

– Tiring!

【That won’t work.

You have to find the established male protagonists. (;￢＿￢)】

Oh my, are you paying attention now?

“How many of them are there in total?”

【I can’t tell you right now. ^^】

Oh, it’s fatal.

“Then can you at least tell me specifically what the hidden route is?”

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