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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 25 - Thalia's Teddy is no more!!

Zeph's POV

The day of my Academy arrival had finally dawned. I took a refreshing bath, luxuriating in the pure water, perfumed oils, and elegant soaps that adorned my new life.

The academy's attire was not only graceful but also exuded an aura of elegance.

With my attire meticulously donned, I commanded the coachman, "Let's depart."

It would take a mere 8 hours to reach the academy, and I would arrive there before the awakening event commenced.

Elsa had been sent back to Mother with a letter bearing my words, and Isabella was by her side, ensuring their safety.

It would take Mother no more than a day to realize the irreplaceable value of these two.

The carriage continued through the night and into the morning after a brief rest, courtesy of the attentive servants.

However, our journey was soon interrupted. The carriage came to an abrupt halt, prompting me to inquire, "What's happening?" I hadn't anticipated bandits on this route.

Then, I heard a familiar voice, and a heavy sigh escaped me as I realized the owner. It was none other than Thalia.

Thalia's sudden appearance at the carriage stop was quite the spectacle. She greeted me with an uproarious laugh, "Haha... I was waiting here for two days, camping on the side of the road, and finally, I see you again, tedd... I mean Young Master Zeph."

Her voice was overly loud, and her behavior was baffling.

As she tried to enter the carriage, she got a shock, and in a fluster, she stammered, "I-i am really sorry, Young Master. Did you see a huge living teddy in your way?"

But then she noticed the county's insignia and quickly asked, "Are you Zeph's brother?"

I couldn't help but smirk at her confusion. "I guess Lady Thalia and I are not made for each other, so we should annul our engagement,"

I teased her. Her face froze, and she swiftly entered the carriage. Then, unexpectedly, she grabbed my cheeks with both hands. It was an odd gesture, and I wondered if she was under the influence of something.

"No!!!, My teddy," she exclaimed, and I couldn't help but shake my head in disbelief.

smack

I decided to give her a light headbutt, and she finally took her seat, rubbing her aching head.

With a puzzled look, she asked, "How did you become like this? What happened to your body?"

Her disappointment was evident in her expression, which perplexed me.

"I exercised, Thalia, as I was too fat," I replied matter-of-factly, laying out the facts and still slightly confused 'didn't she threw this old body's owner in wilds'

Does novel depicted her personality in wrong way.

Thalia's POV

I had been waiting by the side of the road for what felt like an eternity, hoping to catch a glimpse of the count's carriage.

My plan was simple: make a grand entrance and impress that bear of a man.

I knew it was his carriage approaching, but I needed to be absolutely sure.

As the carriage drew closer, I stopped it and climbed aboard, feigning impatience. What I didn't expect was the captivating sight that met my eyes.

Seated before me was a man of such elegance and charm that I was momentarily rendered speechless. I recognized the carriage as belonging to the count, but the man inside was a revelation.

He was not the bumbling «teddy» I had envisioned. Instead, he was astonishingly attractive, a stark contrast to the image I had painted in my mind.

My thoughts spiraled as I grappled with this unexpected twist.

It was a problem, as I had assumed that no one could possibly love this ⟨hippo⟩

Now, the situation was far more complex than I had anticipated.

I tried to start a conversation, but Zeph was fast asleep in the carriage, his head gently tilted to one side. I couldn't help but study his slumbering form.

In the dappled sunlight that filtered through the carriage window, Zeph slept in an almost regal posture.

His raven hair, though not kissed by moonlight, still possessed a lustrous sheen that caught the sunlight, creating mesmerizing contrasts of shadow and shine.

Even in the daylight, his finely arched eyebrows added to his striking countenance, accentuating the perfection of his features.

Long, dark eyelashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, their length and volume adding to the allure of his face.

His lips, bathed in soft daylight, bore a natural rosy hue against the fairness of his skin. Every breath he took was a serene rhythm, a testament to the tranquility that enveloped him.

His chest rose and fell with a grace that could rival even the gentlest of waves on a calm sea.

In his daytime slumber, he was a vision of extraordinary charm, as if the sun itself conspired to enhance his already breathtaking beauty.

Every facet of his visage spoke of a timeless elegance, and in the midst of the day's hustle and bustle, he remained a captivating portrait of grace and allure.

I couldn't help but feel drawn to him, my heart fluttering in response to the captivating sight before me.

It was as if an invisible thread connected us, and in that moment, I couldn't deny the undeniable charm of the man who had once been a mere teddy in my eyes.

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