The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 8
Psyche carefully examined the clothes she had received from Terche one by one. Although it was a bit disappointing that they were only pajamas, she was quite satisfied with the luxurious fabric and the pretty yet practical designs that seemed perfect for daily wear.
Smiling contentedly, she shifted her gaze to the neatly arranged underwear beside the pajamas.
Considering the flowing pajamas she was wearing made it difficult to gauge her size, it seemed likely that Helios had picked out the perfectly fitting underwear.
‘As expected, a man who’s been with many women is different…’
In the story, Helios was described as the male lead who had the most experience with women. Psyche suddenly recalled a line mentioning his exceptional nighttime skills, and her face flushed red.
She shook her head firmly. Ever since she had arrived here, she had been having inappropriate thoughts far too often, and it seemed like she needed to get a grip on herself.
Squinting slightly, she stared at the underwear for a moment before choosing a white set to wear. For pajamas, she picked a square-necked negligee that highlighted her delicate collarbones.
Standing in front of the mirror, she gave a light spin. The pink negligee, which reached just above her ankles, fluttered gracefully as it swirled. Feeling a sudden burst of cheer, Psyche left the dressing room with light steps.
Knock, knock.
Someone knocked on the door.
“I’m coming in.”
It was Serdin.
The door opened, and Psyche’s eyes met Serdin’s. After a brief silence, he furrowed his brow deeply, as if something displeased him. With a dismissive attitude, Serdin pushed the trolley into the dining area. He was about to leave immediately, but Psyche’s voice stopped him.
“…Thank you.”
Serdin halted mid-step. He turned abruptly toward Psyche.
“Thank me?”
He scoffed as if he found her words absurd.
“Are you stupid, naive, or just pretending to be nice?”
He had intended to mock her further, but his words faltered as he frowned. Only then did he realize how close Psyche was to him. His gaze instinctively dropped to her chest.
Perhaps it was the shortened distance, but what hadn’t been visible before—the faint curve of her cleavage—was now teasingly within view.
Serdin’s lips momentarily stiffened. He knew he should look away, but like a teenage boy seeing a woman’s body for the first time, he froze, unable to tear his eyes away from her full chest.
“If my brother breaks Ruon’s arm, you’ll break mine…”
Psyche whispered softly, lowering her gaze while wrapping one arm around her shoulder. The movement pushed her b*****s together, making the cleavage that had been barely noticeable moments ago conspicuously visible through the thin fabric of her nightgown.
“Then what will you do next?”
She looked up at Serdin with an innocent, childlike expression. A face so breathtakingly beautiful, so irresistibly alluring, that it begged to be ruined.
In that instant, Serdin didn’t need to look down to know. He could feel it. His lower part had grown heavy with arousal.
“Ha, f**k….”
He brushed his bangs aside with an irritated hand. A faint, self-mocking smile lingered briefly on his lips before his face hardened with a frightening intensity.
“Psyche, was it?”
Serdin stepped closer, his body nearing hers. Startled by his overwhelming presence, Psyche instinctively took a step back. His piercing gaze bore down on her, closing the distance she had just created. Psyche retreated again, but Serdin followed, matching her every step backward. It was as if a cat were toying with a mouse, slowly cornering it.
He stopped only when Psyche’s back met the wall. With a startled expression, she glanced behind her and then back at him. Serdin was right in front of her, their proximity suffocating.
Now completely trapped against the wall, he seemed even larger, while she felt impossibly small in comparison. That stark contrast stirred an inexplicable thrill within her. Psyche lowered her gaze, her lashes trembling faintly. Serdin let out a short chuckle and leaned his broad frame forward slowly.
“Psyche, just so you know.”
His hand, thick with veins bulging, planted itself firmly on either side of her face. His gaze pinned her down with an oppressive force, like a predator asserting dominance.
“If you think you can seduce us and bend us to your will, drop it.”
Psyche raised her eyes slowly, meeting his. Serdin’s voice was unsettlingly soft, enough to send chills down her spine.
“As long as you’re that bastard’s sister, there’s not a chance in hell we’ll fall for your schemes.”
But his words were colder than ice.
“Behave yourself properly.”
“…….”
“You know there’s no one here to protect you, don’t you?”
Psyche quietly lowered her gaze. Serdin muttered a low curse under his breath, as if displeased by her reaction. He continued to glare down at her for a long moment before finally stepping away.
After a few seconds of silence, the sound of Serdin leaving the room echoed. As soon as he was gone, Psyche buried her face in her hands and let out a small groan.
‘This isn’t how it was supposed to go…’
Her original plan had been to feign despair at realizing her brother still hadn’t contacted her and say,
‘What’s going to happen to me now?’
With tears welling in her eyes. That would’ve worked on Serdin. But when he had lashed out at her so harshly, she had been overwhelmed by an impulsive desire to provoke him—and she’d gone through with it.
Who would’ve thought he’d react with such outright disdain?
This was her first time trying to manipulate and sway someone’s emotions, and it hadn’t gone as planned.
So much for building goodwill today.
‘Well, there’ll be other chances.’
Psyche brushed it off with ease and stood up. She believed it would be fine—time was on her side, after all.
