Through the drugged haze clouding Laila's vision, fragmented memories crashed into her consciousness like shards of broken glass.
Her half-sister's fake smile hiding malicious intent...
The bitter aftertaste of the supposedly innocent cocktail...
Being dressed in revealing silk like a lamb for slaughter...
The heavy hotel room door slamming shut behind her...
The sound of fabric rustling cut through her disoriented thoughts. Across the room, a tall figure struggled with his shirt collar, perspiration beading on his neck despite the room's perfect AC control. His breathing came in ragged gasps, pupils blown wide with the same drugged haze affecting her..
His expensive suit jacket lay crumpled on the marble floor like a discarded snake skin. Every muscle in his imposing frame trembled as he fought a losing battle against the chemical fire in his veins.
Every survival instinct Sion had honed over multiple lifetimes screamed one word: DANGER.
"I'm trapped inside the story as the female lead," Sion's consciousness realized with crystalline horror, even as Laila's body swayed unsteadily. "Which means that man must be Leon—the male lead. This is the 'key plot point' the system mentioned. The forced encounter that leads to the pregnancy arc."
His mental voice turned steel-cold with determination. "Over my dead body."
Leon's predatory gaze locked onto Laila like a heat-seeking missile. Each step forward was unsteady but purposeful, driven by chemical compulsion rather than conscious desire.
Tears of pure frustration escaped Laila's eyes—whether from the drugs or Sion's emotional turmoil, he couldn't tell. The unfairness of the situation threatened to drown him.
But then Leon growled low in his throat and lunged forward with unmistakable intent.
Something sharp and furious cut through the aphrodisiac's fog like a blade through silk. Pure, concentrated disgust gave Sion the clarity he desperately needed.
As Leon reached for her, Laila's knee shot upward like a guided missile, finding its target with devastating accuracy.
CRACK!
The sound of eggs cracked, a future generation of Leon crying in unison.
Leon's eyes bulged. A strangled, inhuman sound escaped his throat as he crumpled to the floor, hands clutching his dignity in absolute agony.
"Sorry, not sorry," Laila panted, her hands still trembling from the drugs but her voice steady with righteous fury. "You should've fought your drugs a bit harder, so not sorry. Since that was the only way to get you to your senses…. I had to do it, sorry!"
Without missing a beat, she stumbled toward the hotel phone, her heels clicking against the marble like a countdown timer.
Ring ring
"H-Hello?" Her voice wavered as the drugs continued their assault on her system. "I need to report a medical emergency. If you don't send help within ten minutes, some wealthy gentleman is going to be permanently impotent. Please hurry!"
Call ended.
"I've even survived omega heat cycles," Sion muttered to himself, slumping against the wall for support. "This is nothing compared to that"
Within minutes, professional hotel staff burst through the door. The scene they encountered—a well-dressed man writhing on carpet while a disheveled woman sat panting in an armchair.
Both "victims" were swiftly transported to the hotel's private medical wing.
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Laila's consciousness faded as medical professionals took over, and the next sensation Sion experienced was gasping awake in his familiar penthouse bedroom.
Panic drove him to his feet as he frantically checked his body. He rushed to the full-length mirror, hands running over his chest. Flat. Male. Reassuringly familiar. His reflection showed pink hair disheveled from sleep, but definitely his own face staring back.
He breathed, doubling over with relief.
But the sensations still crawled across his skin like invisible spiders. The memory of being trapped in a drugged female body, vulnerable and hunted, made him shudder violently.
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Sion's eye twitched dangerously. His hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees, as if winter itself had taken residence.
"THAT BEEP BEEP BEEP SCAMMER!!!"
His roar of fury was so thunderous that every crow in a three-block radius took flight in terror. Somewhere in the divine realm, a senior god probably felt an inexplicable chill down his spine.
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A moment of stunned silence.
Then Sion's expression crumbled from fury to hysteria. A laugh that sounded suspiciously like a dying ghost escaped his throat, which promptly transformed into frustrated tears as he curled up on his bed, kicking at empty air.
"Just what did I get myself into?"
....
The next morning, in a private VIP hospital suite…
Leon stared at the white ceiling with the blank expression of a man whose worldview had been fundamentally shattered. Beside his bed, his long-suffering assistant cleared his throat hesitantly while reviewing the doctor's report.
"The medical team confirms you'll make a full recovery, sir. Physically... you're completely safe."
Leon remained motionless, save for the occasional blink.
"The woman who was, uh, rescued alongside you has already checked out and departed, sir."
Finally, Leon moved. His expression remained unreadable, but something flickered in his dark eyes. Then, very softly, almost wonderingly, he whispered:
"She... actually kicked me."
A sound escaped his throat—half chuckle, half something far more dangerous.
"Shall we... track her down, sir?" the assistant ventured carefully.
A pause filled the room. Then Leon raised one elegant eyebrow, and when he spoke, his voice carried the silky menace of a predator who'd found worthy prey:
"I want her."
....
Meanwhile, in the divine realm...
The junior god paced frantically across the office, guilt eating at his celestial conscience. The human's suffering was entirely his fault—a rookie mistake that had condemned an innocent soul to narrative hell.
Finally, he made his decision.
Straightening his shoulders, he marched directly to the Senior God's office and dropped to his knees without preamble.
"Please set him free, sunbae-nim," he pleaded, pressing his forehead to the cloud-floor. "I'm begging you."
The Senior God raised a silver eyebrow, his smile more amused than concerned. "Oh? And why should I?"
"He doesn't deserve this torture. I've read his previous life report—that man donated millions to charity and personally raised dozens of orphaned children. Just because of my mistake, we can't let him suffer through... through that."
The Senior God's smile faded into something more serious. "Do you truly believe what happened to him is entirely your fault?"
The junior god nodded miserably.
Seeing genuine desperation, the Senior God sighed.
"Then why don't you go help him directly?"
The junior god's head snapped up in confusion.
"I can't simply extract him while that world remains unstable and problematic," the Senior God continued, his tone turning glacial. "But you're free to descend and assist him personally. Just understand—I'll be confiscating your divine powers for the duration."
"Rather than drowning in guilt while doing nothing," the junior god thought with growing determination, "I might as well stand by his side and face whatever comes."
He nodded firmly.
The Senior God scoffed, though not unkindly. "I had no idea you cared so deeply for mortals. Very well. Suit yourself."
....
After Sion had finally exhausted himself into dreamless sleep, gentle knocking roused him from unconsciousness.
"Young master?" The head maid's concerned voice drifted through the door.
Sion forced himself upright, memories of the previous night's chaos making his head throb.
"Young master, you've slept unusually long today. Are you feeling unwell?"
Sion rubbed his temples and manufactured a smile. "No, I'm fine. Just had a mild headache. It's better now."
"A headache? I'll prepare some herbal soup immediately." The maid's footsteps started to retreat, then stopped. "But before that, young master—someone is waiting for you downstairs. He claims to attend your college and seemed quite worried. I guess he's worried since you didn't show up today. Should I tell him to wait, or shall I send him away?"
Reality crashed back. Sion was supposed to be a college student in his final year. He ran a hand through his pink hair with a heavy sigh.
"I have zero memories of this body's life," he thought desperately. "How can I possibly meet someone who knows the original owner?"
"Should I dismiss him, young master?" The maid was clearly reading his hesitation.
After a moment's consideration, Sion decided, "Since I've already taken over this body, I can't avoid college forever. Meeting him now might make things easier later. I'll just use the classic 'memory loss' excuse."
"No," he called out. "I'll come down now."
What Sion absolutely did not expect was for his "college friend" to be the "junior god" himself.
The same ethereal blonde hair that seemed to capture sunlight. The same doe-like green eyes that radiated innocence so pure it could make devil lords weep. An expression so pitiful and beautiful it defied natural law.
Unfortunately for the junior god, Sion was worse than any demon king.
The moment Sion laid eyes on him in, he lunged forward with murderous intent, ready to grab him by his perfect collar—
But then crystalline tears began falling from those impossible green eyes like liquid diamonds.
Every maid in the hall stopped their work to stare. Even Sion froze mid-assault.
"Hicc... I-I'm so sorry... hicc..." the junior god began to sob, his eyes rapidly turning red-rimmed and even more devastating.
Sion suddenly felt like he was the villain in some tragic fairy tale, about to destroy an innocent angel.
"Huh?" Sion stood there, completely petrified.
The head maid, who'd practically raised Sion's body's original owner, looked genuinely moved to tears herself.
"Young master, we didn't raise you to bully such an innocent child! How could you be so cruel?"
Three other maids nodded in agreement, their faces full of pity for the "fairy-like" young man.
Sion understood the situation was spiralling beyond control. He forced his most convincing smile.
"It's nothing like that, Auntie. We just had a small disagreement between friends."
Without waiting for further questions, he grabbed the still-sobbing junior god and dragged him upstairs to his bedroom—which only made the staff exchange more worried whispers.
"I didn't know the young master had those kinds of tendencies," one maid whispered scandalized.
The head maid sighed deeply.
.....
Sion finally released the junior god, who continued crying with the dedication of a professional mourner.
"Hicc... I... hicc... didn't... hicc... mean to... hicc..."
The sniffling was so intense that Sion worried about flood damage.
"Crying won't make this situation any easier for me," Sion said flatly. "What's your name?"
The junior god stopped mid-sob, looking up at Sion with confusion. Then, like sunrise breaking through storm clouds, the most radiant smile spread across his tear-stained face.
"Lil!"
The smile was so blindingly pure that Sion had to shield his eyes with both hands.
[QUEST NOTICE!]
>Story: "Baby, Don't Leave Me"
>375 additional Gods have joined as spectators
>Current Reader Rating: 8.3/10
💬 READER COMMENTS SECTION:
[Jae'slefttoenail]: OMG did she just knee the ML in the family jewels?! 😂😂😂 I'M CRYING
[CEOHater]: FINALLY! A FL who fights back instead of just accepting everything! We stan a queen who protects herself! 👑
[KaiSimp]: Wait, what happens to the original plot now? Is there still going to be a baby? The whole premise just got yeeted out the window lmaooo
[Gojo'ssweettooth]: Now the FL seems genuinely interesting for once. No more doormat energy!
[Gugugaga]: Did she really fight off the aphrodisiac through pure spite? Iconic! Though I hope the ML can still have kids someday TT
DING!
[First key plot has been obtained]
[Reward: 1 plot shard]
To be continued....