Not So Villainous

The moment I was pulled into the book, I was seven years old, wearing a frilly princess dress and clutching a rapidly melting lollipop. A cold, mechanical voice in my head was delivering its final broadcast.
【User Vivian, you have successfully transmigrated. Identity: The Villainess.】
【Primary Objective: In the three male leads' childhood, you are to shower them with warmth and kindness. This will alter their perception of you as a villain, allowing you to avoid the future where they join forces to destroy you, leading to your tragic death on the streets.】
【Alert: The male leads' corruption level has reached 50%. User is advised to take immediate action.】
I licked the sickly-sweet lollipop and stared at the three little boys playing in the sandbox a short distance away, lost in thought.
The one on the left, crying the hardest with a bubble of snot inflating at his nostril, was the future’s master of manipulation, Sebastian. Right now, he was just a sniveling crybaby, but he’d grow up to use that innocent face and a masterful victim complex to make the original story’s heroine fall hopelessly, obsessively in love with him.
The one in the middle, red-faced and hopping mad because someone had stolen his toy, was the future top-tier gaming streamer, Blaze. He was a hot-tempered brat with a vicious mouth. Now, all he could do was stamp his feet, but as an adult, he’d be a lazy, venomous psycho who could verbally decimate anyone who crossed him.
And the one on the right, ostracized from the group and quietly reading a book with a detached expression, was the future brilliant and aloof research scientist, Alistair. A certified genius with a mind like a labyrinth. Now, he was being forced to do other kids’ homework; later, he’d be a cold-blooded tactician who could play with your mind until you didn’t know which way was up.
And I, Vivian, was the villainess who, during their childhood, embodied every cruel impulse imaginable, painting their dark pasts with an even blacker brush. My future was to have my family ruined and my life destroyed by these three vengeful men, before being run over by an out-of-control truck on a rainy night.
The system urged me, 【User, go! Spread the warmth! Wipe Sebastian's tears, help Blaze get his toy back, invite Alistair to play with you!】
I looked at them, then at my own small, pink hands, and a brilliant idea sparked in my mind.
Spread the warmth? What a joke.
In stories like this, a helping hand in a crisis is always remembered more than a pat on the back in good times. But… what if I’m the crisis? When they finally clawed their way to the top, the person seared most deeply into their memories would still be me, wouldn’t it?
Instead of trying to win over three people destined to hate me, I might as well commit to the role. If I was crazier than them, if I pushed them harder than anyone else, they’d never be able to forget me.
So, as the system watched in digital shock, I took off on my stubby little legs and charged.
First, I snatched the last half of a cookie from Sebastian's hand. As his eyes welled up with fresh tears, I leaned in and sank my teeth into his soft cheek, leaving a perfect, pink set of teeth marks.
“Stop crying!” I mumbled around the cookie. “Cry again and I’ll bite you again!”
Sebastian’s wails choked off instantly. He clutched his cheek, his big eyes shimmering with unshed tears, but he didn’t dare let another one fall. He looked like a terrified little fawn, and it was… ridiculously easy to bully him.
Next, I planted my foot squarely on Blaze’s backside.
He stumbled and went sprawling face-first into the sandbox, getting a mouthful of gritty sand. I picked up the limited-edition Optimus Prime he’d dropped and, over his enraged roars, twisted its head off with a sickening snap of plastic. “So noisy! Toy’s confiscated!”
Finally, I marched over to Alistair. I slapped my workbook down on top of the book he was reading and planted my hands on my hips, mimicking the bullies from TV. “Hey, nerd. You’re doing my homework today. You’re not going home until it’s done.”
Alistair looked up, his unnervingly calm eyes meeting mine. He said nothing.
His stare made my skin crawl, but I couldn’t lose momentum. I’d filched a leather strap from my dad’s toolbox earlier. I pulled it out and snapped it against my leg with a sharp crack. “You hear me? Or do you want a taste of this?”
Alistair’s gaze flickered to the strap for a single second before he silently dragged my workbook toward him.
【Alert! Alert! Male lead corruption levels are skyrocketing! Sebastian: 70%! Blaze: 75%! Alistair: 80%!】
【System has detected user behavior severely deviating from the primary objective! Initiating emergency protocol… Protocol failure! System… system entering dormant mode…】
The mechanical voice in my head dissolved into a crackle of static and then fell silent.
Peace and quiet. I looked with satisfaction at the three little boys, all fuming but too scared to do anything. Suddenly, my tragic future didn’t seem so terrifying anymore.
From that day on, my reign of terror lasted a decade.
My daily routine involved making Sebastian cry, then luring him into the woods and telling him I’d only return his favorite hairclip if he barked three times like a dog.
I drew turtles on Blaze’s brand-new sneakers, stole the game cartridge he’d waited in line all night for, and then stood under his window with a megaphone shouting, “Blaze wets the bed!”
I smeared ink all over Alistair’s lab reports, forced him to take my place in the advanced Mathletes competition I was failing, and once, when my dad was out of town, I even stole his belt and threatened Alistair to finish building my Lego castle in under ten minutes.
They were like my three pathetic little pets. Sebastian went from howling, to silent tears, to simply freezing up whenever he saw me, his eyes red and his hands clutching the hem of his shirt like a cornered rabbit.
Blaze went from explosive rage, to screaming matches with me, to eventually just glaring with a dark, simmering hatred that promised he’d one day eat me alive.
And Alistair… he was always the quietest. No matter what I did, he accepted it in silence, his deep, unreadable eyes just watching me, occasionally sending a shiver of unease down my spine.
Time flew, and puberty hit us all like a truck. The three of them shot up in height as if on fast-forward, their faces sharpening into handsome, defined lines. Sebastian was still the gentle, harmless-looking one, with two shallow dimples that made him the dream crush of every girl in school. Blaze dyed his hair a rebellious crimson and became the infamous school bad boy, an unbeatable gaming legend. Alistair became the untouchable academic god, permanently ranked number one, his aura growing colder and more distant with each passing year.
They were no longer the little boys I could easily push around.
I could feel the flames of vengeance building. In the school hallways, I constantly felt three sets of eyes on me—one full of resentment, one cold with malice, one dissecting me with unnerving focus.
I knew the good times were over. A direct confrontation was out of the question; what could one girl do against three guys who were all over six feet tall?
So, I switched tactics. From the arrogant, tyrannical villainess, I became the pitiful, misunderstood victim.
I started by getting on their parents’ good side.
I went over to Blaze’s house and “happened” to walk in on his mom tearing him a new one for skipping school to play video games. I immediately pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from my bag (pre-planted, of course) and said, my voice thick with heartbreak, “Auntie, please don’t blame Blaze! It’s my fault for not keeping a better eye on him. He’s been hanging out with some bad crowds, and he’s started smoking and getting into fights… I’ve tried to talk to him, but he won’t listen…”
Blaze, standing right there, went beet-red with rage, pointing at me and sputtering, unable to form a single word. His mom, seeing his reaction as proof, believed me instantly. She nearly broke his legs and grounded him for a month.
Next, Alistair. I arrived at his house to find his parents worrying about his reclusive personality. With a look of deep concern, I pulled out a book titled Understanding Adolescent Psychological Disorders and flipped to the chapter on “Antisocial Personality Disorder.” “Auntie,” I said, pointing. “Look. Alistair is always alone, he never talks, and his eyes are so… cold. I’m not saying there’s a problem, I’m just… worried. Maybe this book could help?”
His parents reacted as if I’d handed them a live grenade. The next day, they hired eight different therapists to put him through a week-long psychological blitz. I heard Alistair’s mood was blacker than coal for that entire week.
But my masterpiece was Sebastian. I knew his mother was very traditional.
I “casually” mentioned to her, “Auntie, has Seb picked up any new hobbies lately? The other day, I saw him hiding this really pretty lace dress… I thought it was a gift for me, but he blushed and snatched it away. I mean, it’s fine for a boy to have a unique sense of style, it’s just… a little different, you know?”
His mom exploded. She tore his room apart and, although she never found the dress, Sebastian’s wardrobe from that day forward contained only three colors: black, white, and grey.
My plans were a resounding success. The three of them were so swamped with parental supervision and psychological evaluations that they had no time to bother me. I thought I was in the clear.
Until one afternoon, when they cornered me in the alley behind the school.
The setting sun cast their shadows long and dark, making them look like three insurmountable mountains. Blaze had his hands in his pockets, a roguish smirk on his face, but his eyes were pure ice. Alistair leaned against the wall, fiddling with a metal lighter, his expression unreadable behind his glasses. Sebastian stood in front, still looking gentle, but with a chilling curve to his lips.
“Vivian,” Blaze said, his voice a lazy drawl. “Done playing games?”
“What?” I immediately switched to victim mode, my eyes instantly welling with tears. My voice was soft and trembling. “Blaze… what are you guys doing? You’re scaring me…”
“Scaring you?” Blaze scoffed. “You weren’t scared when you were snitching on me to my mom.”
“I… I was just trying to help you!” I choked out, on the verge of tears. “I don’t want to see you go down the wrong path…”
“Is that so?” Alistair spoke, his voice quiet but sharp. He stepped forward and tossed the psychology book at my feet. “Was this ‘for my own good’ too?”
I froze, then let a single, perfect tear roll down my cheek. “Alistair, I was just so worried about you… You never smile, and I was afraid you were… unhappy inside…”
My gaze shifted to my final trump card: Sebastian.
I sniffled, my voice filled with the pain of someone betrayed by the world. “Seb… you’re not going to misunderstand me too, are you? I only act this way because… because you’re my best friend. I care about you more than anyone.”
As I spoke, I subtly edged toward the alley’s entrance. I knew the student prefects patrolled this area around this time.
Sebastian just watched me, his gaze steady. Just as Blaze and Alistair were about to lose their patience, he stepped forward and grabbed my wrist. His hand was cold, but his grip was like steel.
“Let go of me!” I shrieked, struggling frantically as the tears flowed freely. “What are you doing? Help! Somebody help!”
“Vivian,” Sebastian’s voice was soft, but it carried clearly to all of us. “I know why you do these things. It’s all because you’re in love with me, isn’t it?”
I froze. What?
Blaze and Alistair were stunned into silence.

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