I transmigrated into the role of a gorgeous villainess, tasked with tormenting my childhood buddies.

I forced Maddox, Mr. Tough Guy, into putting on a sexy dress, essentially killing his chances of a social life.

I grabbed the bottom of the ever-aloof Zane and made him red in the face.

I kicked Damian, the crybaby, into the ground, and all he could do was glare at me through his tearful eyes.

My aggressive antics only fueled their resentment.

“One of these days, I’ll get you.”

I winked at them without a care. “I’ll be waiting.”

The day they crossed paths with the female lead would be the day I left this world. Their revenge didn’t scare me one bit.

Little did I know, the time would come when I would be proven wrong.

While I scrambled to get away in tears, he said softly, “Save your strength. The night is still young.”

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine.

The time finally came for me to go home.

System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.]

I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’

System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.]

The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

I found Maddox at a boxing gym.

His chiseled features were captivating. His sweat-soaked white tank top did little to cover his modesty.

Once I was back in my world, I would find a hundred hunks just like him.

I beckoned the rugged-looking man over.

Maddox came from poverty. Since my family’s charity put him through school, he would never defy me.

As the smile on his face faded, Maddox approached me. “What are you doing here?”

I said coyly, “Come closer. I need a word with you.”

Despite his reluctance, Maddox got down to my eye level and brought his head closer to mine.

I raised my hand and whipped my hand across his good-looking face.

“Smack!”

Oh, his face felt like a brick.

My hand hurt so much.

Though taken aback at first, Maddox quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms.

He sneered, “What’s wrong now, princess? Did my face upset you?”

System: [Host, get under his skin. Rile him to pieces!]

My hand was bright red.

“Have I ever told you that you’re expected to be a gentleman under my roof?

While talking, I put my hands on him. The hard lines of his abs under my fingers were addictive, and I could not keep my hands off him.

Still, I kept flinging insults.

“Look. Your waist is showing. Who are you trying to seduce, dressed like that? I had to put you in your place.”

Maddox gasped sharply when I gave him a little squeeze, and he took hold of my hands.

He stared at him, his ears blushing. “No one else is here. Can’t I just wear whatever?”

It was clear that I was in the wrong. However, I held the role of a malicious supporting role.

“I’m the heiress, so whatever I say goes. I can’t have my staff acting indecently. You’re going to get it if I catch you again. You hear me?”

Appearing enraged, Maddox went red and paused before uttering, “Are you always bossy with everyone else, too?”

Of course, not. I could not care less.

Nevertheless, I lied and said, “Yeah. Everybody answers to me. You, in particular, show the most skin.”

I felt him up again, feeling pleased with myself.

It was the most thrilling feeling ever.

He had a great body, and I was hooked for life.

Maddox shook my cheeky hand off peevishly, stopping me from touching him.

Maddox stared at me with a grimace. “Fine. This won’t happen again, but I’m warning you. You can only get away with this with me. You’d better keep your hands off everyone else, or or you won’t be using those hands again”

He threw a sour look and walked off.

I couldn't care less about his threat.

After all, I would be leaving this world soon enough.

Who cared about what he thought?

System was deep in contemplation. [Something tells me that he’s mad for the wrong reason.]

I believed his entire face went red. ‘Really? Who cares? He stormed off, and I followed the script to a tee. What’s the problem?’

System fell silent.

The next scene was set at home.

I arrived home to find Zane James sitting in the living room.

He was one of my targets, a childhood friend who was the perfect social match of the original owner.

Zane matched a crisply pressed white shirt and black pants with a neat dark tie. His eyes hid behind a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and he looked like a refined scoundrel in every sense.

“Willow, Zane is here to see you. Be sure to make him feel at home.

“We’re off to a class at the senior center.”

My parents walked out, arm in arm.

System sounded excited. [Host, time for Act Two. Kick Zane right in the stomach. He won’t know what hit him.]

Zane uttered indifferently, “I heard that you have been spreading rumors about me. Apparently, I have a sensitive stomach and can’t hold it in, huh?”

I let out a wicked smile.

“That’s all me. I can fix that little problem for you now.” I propelled forward with my foot to stomp him straight in the gut.

To my surprise, he caught my foot, and I froze mid-kick.

He narrowed his eyes at me, looking as if he would show me a world of pain.

I turned meek right away. Out of my three childhood friends, Zane was one to hit back.

With a timid and whiny voice, I asked cautiously, “Zane, would you believe me if I said I was going to give you a tummy rub with my foot?”

I nudged my foot against his belly with caution to show where I stood.

Zane made a funny look, his earlobes flushing.

“Willow Fitzgerald, do you know what you’re doing?”

The only thing on my mind was to give Zane a hard kick.

I knew better than to say that out loud, though. I was quick to give him the boot before withdrawing my leg to make a run for it.

Out of the blue, Zane grabbed my leg and pulled it back with a tug.

I staggered forward and fell right into Zane’s arms.

My nose smashed into his solid chest, and tears poured out of my eyes.

He smirked in disbelief. “I can’t believe you kicked me. I guess you want me to come down hard on you.”

I put all my weight onto him while giving him the saddest puppy dog eyes.

“Will you please let me go?”

I could not stand picking on him. He would smack me for real if I pushed my luck.

Thankfully, this part of the script was over. I caved right away, my hand instinctively looking for a hold. Despite my attempts to keep my distance from him, I ended up brushing against something else by accident.

With his body tensing, Zane shoved me away. I fell back on the sofa, seeing stars.

“Uh… Hm… Nothing unusual here. Don’t get any funny ideas! Forget it. Just keep your hands to yourself next time.”

I was confused.

He grabbed his coat exasperatedly on his way out.

Zane stopped and warned me menacingly, “Willow, don’t try me.”

I still had no idea what was going on, even when Zane was gone. ‘What has gotten into him? Didn’t I give in to him?’

System was none the wiser. [I can feel his rage, but he seems upset at the wrong thing.]

I was not having it. ‘He ditched me and stormed off. Isn’t that good enough?’

System could not put its finger on the matter.

However, System picked up on the way Zane looked at me before he took off. It seemed he was more turned on than annoyed.

…

The last scene was about walking all over Damian Sheffield, a total crybaby.

The assignment was to stage a dramatic act of abuse where I would call him my pet.

I rubbed my chin. ‘That’s pretty intense. Sure, he’s a pushover, but he might be mad enough to take a swing at me.’

System: [Relax, Host. I will send you back to your world once you run the entire script in three days.]

It was all the assurance I needed.

With the get-out-of-jail-free card, I could blow the whole thing up.

Late at night, I snuck into Damian’s residence and used chains to secure his neck and bound his hands and feet to the four posts of his bed.

Damian opened his eyes in a daze and asked in a fluster, “Willow, what are you doing here? Why am I tied up?”

I stood on the bed, my heel pressing under his chin. As if that was not enough, I spoke in a teasing, suggestive tone.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like this?

“Too bad, I love it.”

The tip of my heel traced a line along his body, and he began to tremble.

I thought Damian would burst into tears in humiliation and end me in rage.

However, he simply pursed his lips and stared at me, his gaze dark and intense.

“Willow, since when are you into these games?

“Are you doing these things to me alone or the others too?”

I lowered my gaze at him in shock.

Surprisingly, Damian was not mad at all. He was supposed to be the sweetest, most well-mannered crybaby.

System kept urging me to unleash torture.

The point was to make him cry.

Once I was done with the final scene, I would go back to my world as a billionaire.

Steeling myself, I whacked a rope hard against Damian’s chest.

“The treatment is exclusive to you. I love you the most.”

“Snap!” The sound was crisp and sharp.

The rope marked Damian’s chest with a thin red welt.

Damian looked up at me with teary eyes and rasped out, “It hurts, Willow.”

“It’s supposed to hurt.”

It would be weird if he did not feel any pain from taking the beating.

I roughed him up and delivered the rest of my lines.

“Damian, this is proof of my affection for you. Do you like it?

“You’re only fit to be my pet for the rest of your life, understand?”

The man in my captivity suddenly looked me straight in the eyes. “The rest of my life? Are you going to stay with me forever?”

I blurted without thinking, “No.”

Why would I even stick around? I’d be going back home in my world after finishing the scene tonight.

The smile on Damian’s face vanished, and he abruptly broke free and threw me onto the bed.

Infuriated, Damian pressed his lips tightly together, his eyes raw with veins.

“Willow, you can’t just toy with me when you plan to walk away straight after.”

I was taken aback to see Damian looking hurt and furious.

Out of my three assigned targets, Damian was the most gullible. He would never raise his hand or his voice. All he did was cry.

Yet, Damian was retaliating and questioning me for once.

Something did not seem right. Instead of getting mad about the unnecessary force, Damian was focused on something else.