Make Me Yours, Villain
Chapter 1In the year I loved most purely, I tied up the boy I adored but never laid a finger on him.He stood naked before me, and I dressed him.
“Are you cold? I’m sorry… I could never bring myself to hurt a man.”He left his bathroom door unlocked; I closed my eyes against the soft pink glimpse of spring.
“Women understand women best. Protect yourself—others aren’t as principled as I am.”He dug a mini whip out of my bedroom, his gaze restrained, body trembling.
I tossed it away immediately: “Don’t be scared. It’s not for you. I’d rather cherish you than hurt you.”Then later—
I went on a date with my arranged marriage match.He threw a fit at home, put on a servant’s uniform, and knelt fiercely before me, breaking down in tears.
“Master, please—I beg you to want me. Can’t you see how much I need you?”[Comments:
Making a tsundere be direct? Now that’s relatable.
The conflicted villain isn’t even mad anymore—he’s just out of options.]
Julian Rowe was the heartthrob of Aurelia University.
Top grades, humble background.Pity I kidnapped him.For two months, I made him strip-dance and sing seductive songs.
I kissed him, touched him, never let him wear proper clothes.But still—he wouldn’t yield.One late night, I came home drunk.
Pinned him against the couch and forced liquor into his mouth.Julian’s lips glistened wet and pink with alcohol.
I gripped his jaw, leaving red marks; he choked and coughed harshly.When he glared, I slapped him lightly.
“You really don’t know what’s good for you, sweetheart.”Six months earlier, I’d set my sights on him.
I played the innocent underclassman chasing him for three months—he never budged.Then loan sharks trashed his place; his sister’s tuition was due.
I swooped in and fixed it all.All he had to do was be with me.He refused, stubbornly working odd jobs to pay me back.
I lost patience and took him to my estate instead.Julian lay back on the sofa, his neck glistening with sweat.
“If you’d just agreed earlier, baby, I wouldn’t have to do this.”I’d always loved the mole on his throat—I kissed it gently.
“Right now, it’s kisses because I like you.
But if you really test my patience—”
I grazed the spot with my teeth. “—this will bite.”Julian shuddered intensely.
I slapped him again. “What do you call me?”He avoided my burning gaze.
Defiant, tone rigid: “Master.”Satisfied, I released him.
But suddenly, the world spun.
Who said that?
Him—a villain?
Me—the toxic side character?I studied Julian.
Sharp browbones, striking features, thin lips, captivating phoenix eyes—the perfect pretty-yet-detached face.
Right now, he looked pitiful, bullied and helpless.I only wanted his love—how could I harm him if he didn’t reciprocate?
And how could he possibly turn villain?
Chapter 2To change our fate, I decided to reform—starting with keeping my hands to myself.For over two weeks, I left early and returned late.
Coming back from the bar one night, I found Julian still awake.Fresh from the shower, he wore a loose sleeveless shirt that clung to his tense muscles.
Those grey shorts did little to hide what didn’t need teasing to impress.
His legs were long and straight.Seeing me, he paused, then frowned slightly.
I forced my eyes away and headed to my room.His voice followed me.
“Back so late? You’ve been drinking? You smell terrible.”I ignored his sharp tone and yawned.
“I’m going to bed. You should rest too. Did you get the package I sent you the other day?”Julian “hmph’ed.”
He retrieved a box from his room.
“This is what you called a gift?”Inside was a blush-inducing dress—
A few strings up top, an impossibly short skirt.
In Julian’s size.It took me a moment to remember—I’d custom-ordered it earlier.
When I looked up—Julian had already stripped off his clothes.
He turned away, lips pressed tight, expression cold.
His shoulder blades tensed slightly in the cool air.Julian had pale skin, lean muscle, a narrow waist, and well-defined abs—
Everything toned and beautifully sculpted.“Hurry up and look if you’re going to,” he muttered.
“Touch me if you must. I hate the smell of alcohol.”He tried to sound casual, but the tips of his ears were red.
Julian’s fingers moved to his waistband—
He took a deep breath, steadied himself, then quickly undid the drawstring.“Stop!”Julian froze, scowling.
“What game are you playing now? I won’t accept anything too extreme.”I retied the drawstring for him.
My fingers brushed his abs; his stomach tightened.“Keep them on. I won’t force you.”
I picked up his clothes and wrapped them around him.“Even if you stood naked before me, I wouldn’t bat an eye.
I’d only ask if you were cold. I’m sorry—I could never hurt a man.”“You—”
Julian’s ears turned redder.He angrily pulled his clothes on, flushed with embarrassment.
His lashes lowered. “As if I’m eager to be seen by you. You’d better keep your word.”With that, he turned and left.
“Of course, Julian. I won’t force you anymore.”Julian’s steps halted briefly.
His response was a door slammed shut.
Chapter 3I was determined to uphold my new image as a decent woman.Julian Rowe’s bathroom door wasn’t fully closed.
Through the gap, his figure was faintly visible.He tilted his head back slightly, running both hands through his hair, arms spread. Water streamed down his back muscles, past two delicate lower back dimples, and finally into territories best left unseen.In the past, I would’ve barged right in.
But today, I crept forward to close the door for him.Just as I approached—
“Who’s there?”Julian grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.
“What do you want?”His eyes were full of wariness.
“I’m warning you, don’t try anything. I never agreed to do anything you ask. Don’t even think about crossing that line.”The towel around his waist was loose, barely hanging on.
I reached out, and Julian took a step back.Before I could even touch it, the towel slid down.
I fought hard not to look lower, bending down to pick it up.Julian retreated, struggling to speak. “This isn’t right.”
“No, it’s perfectly fine!”I wrapped the towel around him, securing it firmly.
“Next time, remember to close the door properly when you shower. You need to be careful from now on. Women understand women best—no one could see your tempting body and stay unmoved, especially when it’s such a premium shade of pink.”“But don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you. I have more integrity than anyone.”
Julian stared down at his towel, then covered his eyes in sheer frustration.“Don’t be too moved. Get some rest early.”
As I walked away, Julian muttered under his breath.“What the hell did I just…”
“What did you say?”
“…I’m so moved.”
No, this is what I call reforming through love.
Chapter 4At a business banquet, bored, I sent Julian a caring message.Me:
Julian: Me:
I meant to tell him I wasn’t coming back tonight. Since he hated the smell of alcohol, I planned to just check into a hotel.Julian:
Me: [?]What did he mean by that?
Julian silently recalled the message.Me:
Julian outright ignored me after that.
I recalled what happened in the bathroom that day, and my face instantly warmed.The banquet ended late into the night.
Ethan Shaw asked me, “Want to come back to my place?”Ethan Shaw was my childhood friend, but I’d never liked him.
After our families arranged our engagement, my attitude toward him turned even colder.“No, thanks. I’ll grab a cab.”
“Arielle, we’re engaged. You don’t have to be so distant with me.” Ethan wrapped an arm around my waist.His casual familiarity made me uncomfortable.
“Arielle Lane.”A familiar voice.
I turned—it was Julian.Dressed in a white shirt, standing straight as a young poplar tree, he stood out among the crowd in suits.
I pulled away from Ethan and straightened up.Feeling slightly guilty, I asked, “Senior Julian? What are you doing here?”
Julian clearly didn’t want to expose our… arrangement.So I addressed him formally.
Julian frowned slightly, his tone demanding. “Why aren’t you coming home?”“Huh?”
Ethan looked at Julian with a mocking smile. “Senior, Arielle’s had a bit too much to drink. We should get going—I’ll take her home now.”Ethan tried to pull me along, but I didn’t budge.
I was too busy processing the situation.Was Julian worried about me as a senior would for a junior? Or was he, as my kept man, expressing dissatisfaction that his benefactor wasn’t coming home?
Julian’s hand clenched at his side.“Arielle Lane, the last time I was in your bedroom, I left something behind.”
Ethan sensed something off. He forced a smile. “It’s late. What could it be that you need to get it now?”Julian’s lips curled slightly. “Something very important.”
What?
Julian did that on purpose?
Chapter 5Late that night, I insisted Julian come to my room to look for his “lost item.”
If he couldn’t find it, he couldn’t blame me for teasing him.“Forget it.”
“If you remember it, it must be important. It’s fine—I’m a generous woman. Go ahead and look.”Julian seemed unusually hesitant for once.
He pressed his lips together and started searching from the corners.I lay on the bed, resting with my eyes closed.
Until Julian pulled out a box.Inside were all sorts of unspeakable things.
On top was a small whip.The handle was made of expensive leather, exquisitely crafted.
Julian trembled slightly, his eyes simmering with restraint, his breathing growing uneven.When I first found Julian, he’d just been in a fight.
That battle-worn beauty awakened something dark in me.So I’d custom-ordered this whip—though I’d never actually used it.
I jumped off the bed and snatched it from him.Julian looked up, emotions swirling intensely in his burning gaze.
He seemed terrified.Which made me want to tease him even more.
I took his hand.“Sorry, I scared you.”
Julian’s voice was hoarse. His lips quirked. “You think I’m scared? As if.”“You really don’t have to act tough. This isn’t for you.”
Surprise flashed in Julian’s eyes. He fired back, “Then who is it for?”“It’s for someone else. Don’t worry, I’d never want to hurt you.”
I quickly pushed Julian out of the room.
Those comments were nonsense. Julian was obviously so scared he wouldn’t even look at me.
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