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Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

I AM EDITING IT'S FIRST VOLUME~~~ "Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence." I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears. "Tell him I'll be there shortly." "I understand, y-young master." I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection. And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally. For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than "fat," and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that. "I suppose I need a workout." Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy. After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it. I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out. Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily. "You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!" . . "We're here, young master." Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter. "Give me a hand." I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath. "Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?" I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care. As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father. "I'm alright, Dad." Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants. "Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!" You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame. "What's going on, Dad?" Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it.... "Your fiancee is coming tomorrow" ~~~~~~~~~ Join Discord for Faster Update notification:: https://discord.gg/QZnWtQARft NO YURI NO INCEST NO NTR --- This story doesn't carry any of these things. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE ~ you can expect some errors

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Chapter 5 - My luck officially run out

Thalia's POV

Leaving that chamber, a sense of happiness surged within me, yet an inexplicable uneasiness gnawed at me. I couldn't quite pinpoint the reason behind it, but my intuition had rarely led me astray.

This time, however, it urged me to reconsider; breaking off this engagement might just become my greatest mistake.

Yes, I decided, I'll continue to play the part of his fiancée for a while longer.

And if it becomes necessary, I can always find a way to extricate myself from this situation. With that resolve in my heart, I turned around and re-entered the room.

There he was, sitting on the floor with his legs half-folded due to his bulk. Despite his body's limitations, he looked rather endearing as he supported his body with a wall and as like a teddy bear attempting to clasp its hands together, hampered by its plush form.

In that moment, he truly resembled a teddy bear.

"How adorable,"

I couldn't help but voice my thoughts yet again.

It seemed like my tendency to speak my mind without restraint was making a habit of itself.

"Lady Thalia, why have you returned?"

He inquired, his expression reflecting surprise. Observing the shock on his face was immensely satisfying.

I mused that staying here a while longer to witness such amusing reactions might not be a bad idea.

"Forgive me, Young Master Zeph," I began, offering a rather obvious excuse, "I find it difficult to break off this engagement purely for the sake of convenience. I value people's character over their appearance."

As I spoke, I expected his face to contort with irritation or frustration, but instead, he maintained an expressionless demeanor.

A momentary shiver ran down my spine at the intensity emanating from his serious expression.

However, his imposing presence was oddly offset by his bulky frame, almost resembling a teddy bear.

The contrast between his serious gaze and teddy-like appearance held a strangely captivating charm.

Zeph POV

Krieekkk~

The door opening interrupted my attempt at cultivating my mana. I was struggling to sit in a Quarter Lotus position, needing the support of a wall due to my bulk.

As I saw her enter and gaze at me for a moment before uttering those words, "How adorable," it all made sense.

This idiot thought of me as some sort of teddy bear. The humiliation of it all was not lost on me, and I could feel my emotions getting the better of me.

I lost my temper and asked her, "Lady Thalia, why have you returned?"

Of course, I knew why she had returned. It was undoubtedly her intuition at work.

Yes, she was a psychic, and not a weak one at that. Her power was intuition, and while it might sound unimpressive, it was far from it.

After awakening on her 18th birthday, sometime from this fat pig's demise, she could accurately predict the future with a 98% success rate, anticipate opponents' movements, and much more.

It was undeniably overpowered, but then again, she was the heroine, and heroines needed something special, especially when they lacked things like Dragon's bloodlines or blessings from Light Angels, like other heroines often did. But enough about that; back to business.

As she began her explanation with, "I find it difficult to break off this engagement purely for the sake of convenience...blah...blah..."

I realized that I was utterly and completely screwed.

My face seemed to have lost its soul as I stared at her, thinking that my luck had officially run out.

The novel in which our main character (MC) is Transmigrated <Heroes Counterattack> has nothing to do with any pre-existing novel if any,I thought of that name randomly.

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