Every reader can relate to the struggle depicted here, feeling a deep sense of empathy for the character’s plight.
Imagine this:
A young man, waking up with a headache that feels like he’s been poked with needles, realizes he’s in a dark room.
As he gazes out the window, he sees the first light of dawn breaking, but his mind is hazy with confusion and regret.
He cannot remember how much he drank last night, but he recalls the grand debutante ball he attended, feeling proud to be specially invited as the third son of a baron.
The thrill of reconnecting with familiar faces and indulging in the festivities makes the hangover even harder to bear.
His head pounds relentlessly, and the thirst burns in his throat, a bitter reminder of the alcohol he wishes he had avoided.
Even though he once had a strong constitution for drinking, his new body can hardly tolerate a single glass.
He is baffled, realizing he’s lying under a white blanket without any clothes, a fact that both shocks and embarrasses him.
He never undresses completely; it goes against his upbringing.
As he surveys the room, panic sets in when he spots a beautiful woman with striking red eyes lying beside him.
Her long black hair spills across the bed, and her presence both intrigues and confounds him.
“Who are you?” he asks, instinctively backing away, overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events.
In this moment, confusion, embarrassment, and intrigue collide, leaving him at a loss for what to do next.
Every Korean would deeply understand and resonate with these two words, nodding in agreement.
Imagine this:
A man, genuinely confused, finds himself waking up next to a woman he can’t remember.
He asks, “Pardon? Why are we… together like this?”
His mind is blank regarding the events of the previous night.
All he recalls is a blur of drinking heavily with friends, drowning his thoughts in alcohol.
“Um… does this mean I’ve eaten and discarded you?” he wonders, as a voice laced with malice slithers up his spine.
The woman’s face casts a shadow, and sensing the tense atmosphere, he anxiously inquires, “What do you mean by ‘eaten and discarded’…?”
His voice falters, cracking under pressure.
As he coughs, she hands him a glass of water from the shelf next to the bed.
“Drink…” she offers softly.
“…Thank you.” He gulps down the water, his throat burning.
Finally, he turns to see her body, marked with countless bite marks, evidence of a wild night.
“…If one isn’t a fool or an idiot, they should realize what’s going on right now,” he thinks.
He realizes he has shared a forbidden night with this woman.
“…I understand what happened yesterday.
I’m really sorry, but what’s your name?” he asks, his mind racing.
If he pretended not to know, he would be no better than trash.
Taking responsibility is paramount.
That’s why he asks for her name; he needs to know which noble family she belongs to.
In this world, the era and setting enforce a strong sense of chastity.
If this wasn’t her first time, it could ruin his chance at marriage.
The significance of a woman’s first time is immense.
Yohan plans to take responsibility and hopes for marriage.
“As I said yesterday, it’s Francia.
Francia Ferbache,” she replies.
The name strikes him dumb, rendering him speechless.
It’s a name he cannot forget, the female lead of a tragic romance fantasy, Surviving in a World Full of Crazy People and Villainesses.
Francia Ferbache— the only daughter of the empire’s sole ducal family, adored by her father.
He realizes that he has reincarnated into the world where Francia is the main character.
Yohan Harssen, the third son of a viscount, gifted with stunning looks, but as a low-ranking noble, he has always had to tread carefully.
He may not be the smartest, but he has survived by leveraging his modern knowledge and the faint understanding of the original work, seeking small advantages in life.
Francia pressed closer, and Yohan felt the soft touch of her skin against his arm.
The man’s body, honest in this regard, reacted, and his lower half stirred.
“Oh my.”
Francia covered her mouth with her hand, her cheeks flushing red.
“Shall we do it again…?”
To be honest, he wanted to know how it felt to not remember yesterday.
After all, she was the protagonist of the story, a central figure, and undeniably a beautiful woman.
However, at this moment, Yohan’s rationality prevailed over his instincts.
If they went through it again, there would be no turning back…
“Doing it here again might put a burden on you, Francia.”
It was too much for a woman who had just experienced her first time to go through it consecutively.
Yohan refused with this thought in mind.
“…Now that you mention it, that’s true.”
Francia smiled bashfully, playing with her waist.
The tip of her tongue peeked out, flushed red.
“Right now, my whole body hurts, and it’s hard to even lift my waist.”
How much had they done? Yohan felt resentful toward his past self.
He loathed him.
Of course, it wasn’t that spending a night with a woman was bad.
It was just that it was Francia.
‘This is a real mess.’
If the woman had been an ordinary noble, Yohan would have shrugged it off, thinking, “I just couldn’t help myself.”
But Francia Ferbache was different.
She was the protagonist of this world, a fateful heroine caught up with all sorts of crazy men.
It was clear that he would inevitably become entangled in that fate.
‘Still, the silver lining is that it’s before she enters the civil service, and the story hasn’t really started yet.’
The story officially begins when Yohan’s generation—when Francia and other characters enter the royal civil service.
At that point, Francia would be officially recognized as an heir, and her status would spread through high society as the pride of the Ferbache family.
From the way he participated in the party yesterday and was so relaxed today, it seemed she hadn’t yet become a royal civil servant.
‘But just to be sure, let’s ask.’
With an awkward smile, Yohan brushed Francia’s hand gently.
“Are you currently working on something?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m a civil servant.
I just got appointed as a special wizard.”
“Ah.”
Suddenly, the happy thoughts he had spun just moments ago faded.
The story had already begun.
That meant he would have to be at the center of future events, facing off against male leads and villainesses.
‘This is really a mess.’
It was a moment when his life took a drastic turn.
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