Villain: Before Dying, I Forcibly Kiss My Master
Su Jue transmigrated into a novel—not as the hero, but as the villain fated to die. A system bound him to the script; every line, every scene had to be played out. Only then would he earn his reward: a second chance at life.
He accepted his fate. Cold. Calculated. Detached.
Until the final act arrived.
Bleeding out beneath the collapsing sky, Su Jue lifted his gaze to the figure who had raised him, scolded him, protected him through countless trials—his master.
She loathed men and so, he decided.
If he was to die here, then let his parting gift be a sin she would never forget.
With eyes full of resolve, he caught her off guard, pulled her close, and pressed a kiss to her lips—firm and final. Then, satisfied, he closed his eyes, ready to let go.
But she wasn’t the kind of woman who suffers quietly.
Burning through immortal-grade medicine without hesitation, she ripped him back from the brink, dragging his soul out of the void and slamming it back into a body not yet cold.
When Su Jue’s eyes fluttered open, the first thing he saw was her—divine, furious, beautiful beyond reason.
And then came her voice, soft yet seething, as she looked down at him with a smile that wasn’t a smile at all:
“You kissed me... and think you can just die?”