The Arrogant Heroine Was Too Overbearing, So I Immediately Switched Sides to Become the Traitor - Chapter 3

Isabella had long, wavy, crimson hair, and eyes like brilliant silver gems with pitch-black whites.

[Translator’s Note: The way the author describes Isabella’s appearance is quite confusing in the next few chapters, too. So, just look at the cover to know her appearance.]

This made her exquisite face appear particularly enchanting at first glance.

This uniqueness, different from ordinary people, instead gave her a certain distinct beauty.

Beyond that.

The girl was almost perfect in appearance; compared to the usually more mature-looking Alexia, Isabella was the absolute picture of a perfect young girl.

Her skin was as fair as jade, her thin lips were crimson, her nose bridge was high, her small, delicate ears were hidden in her hair…

If this were before his transmigration, she would be the type of beautiful girl rarely seen in a hundred or even a thousand years.

The kind whose single photo could land on the top trending searches online.

In short.

Isabella was the perfect petite, fair, and slender beauty, an ideal, top-quality example of this look.

And she was well-endowed.

The girl’s figure was not at all like that of a young girl; beneath the black and gold school uniform, her full breasts were practically begging to burst out.

And at this moment, the girl lying lazily on the soft sofa made them appear even larger visually.

Coupled with Isabella’s naturally exuded, lazy weariness and a languid air of not caring about anything, it added a touch of allure to her.

Making one want to know.

What kind of expression she would actually show when she truly cared about something.

Such an exquisite beauty, comparable to Alexia, should, logically, be an existence surrounded like the moon by stars.

But in reality.

Currently.

With the soft long sofa where Isabella lay as the center, the area within a ten-meter radius around it was empty.

Isabella looked like a harmless, lazy beautiful girl.

In reality.

She was the number one dangerous person in Seven Gods Academy.

Perhaps even the only one.

Unlike Alexia, who at least pretended to be “approachable,”

At least.

Similarly disliking young suitors bothering her, Alexia’s choice was to have Evan, the most loyal simp knight who had accompanied her since childhood, be her fake fiancé to reject those suitors.

Isabella’s choice was to knock out the teeth of anyone who dared to bother her.

When they covered their mouths, full of blood, mumbling and speaking with a lisp, remembered the pain of having their teeth brutally knocked out, and learned their lesson.

Then.

She would get peace and quiet.

Just like at this moment, a year after Isabella’s enrollment, hardly anyone in the entire Seven Gods Academy dared to approach the girl anymore.

Except for Evan now.

The tall, handsome young man abruptly walked out of the crowd and headed towards the girl who was currently lying lazily on the sofa.

Naturally.

He immediately attracted many people’s gazes.

“See, see? I told you there would be a new student tonight, not afraid of death, going to seek trouble.”

“Guess how many teeth he’s going to lose?”

“Didn’t Princess Lores lose her front teeth last time?”

“Shh, looks like he’s still a lower class person.”

“Another country bumpkin wants to eat swan meat and fly high, heh.”

A group of young noble masters scoffed.

While many young girls subconsciously covered their eyes and mouths, not wanting to see such a young and handsome boy like Evan.

In the next moment.

Beaten until bruised and swollen, mouth full of blood, by Isabella.

And as Evan approached.

Within the sofa’s shadow, lengthened by the light, a pair of pure white bone hands suddenly extended, twisting, preparing to grab Evan.

As a vampire princess.

Even if Isabella wanted to hit someone, she naturally wouldn’t do it herself.

But Evan completely ignored these anomalies.

As if he hadn’t noticed anything at all, he calmly walked to the long crystal table laden with food and drinks.

Then, without haste, he picked up a glass of wine from it.

From beginning to end, he didn’t cast a single glance towards Isabella.

Evan’s complete disregard for the vampire princess’s actions left the other young noble masters and ladies around him momentarily speechless.

Thinking.

Could this guy be a naturally clueless person?

Was he simply going to get a glass of wine in front of the beautiful girl?

Even Isabella herself was slightly stunned, the huge bone hands waving in the shadow had already stopped.

The girl cast a curious glance towards Evan, thinking, was this person not here to approach her after all?

Wrong!

Evan was here to approach her.

But he wouldn’t take the initiative to greet the girl; on the contrary, skilled hunters often pretend to be prey.

Initiating a conversation wouldn’t make this vampire girl the least bit interested in him; quite the opposite.

If he wanted her, he had to appeal to her preferences.

A simple and easy-to-understand principle.

And what did Isabella want?

The answer was “blood.”

But not just any blood, but his own blood.

Evan, who was completely familiar with the entire erotic game’s plot and background, knew.

In the original game setting.

While vampires could also eat regular “food,” eating things no different from humans.

They had a natural fondness for blood.

Whether it was human blood, animal blood, monster blood, or even divine blood, they would drink it all without hesitation.

And among the many vampires.

Isabella was also a special case because she was born with an incurable “abnormal craving.”

This caused any kind of blood she drank to taste like chewing wax, like drinking sour, foul, mouth-coating, teeth-sticking solidified gasoline.

Except for her own blood.

Yes, the setting of this yuri erotic game was that absurd; in the game, Isabella was only interested in his blood.

Or rather.

Only his blood could satisfy her “appetite.”

The original game plot was set up this way merely to showcase how deeply he, the chief simp knight, loved Alexia.

No matter how Isabella, this vampire princess, threatened, lured, or used any means she could.

She could not corrupt him, make him betray the heroine Alexia, and fall into her embrace.

Heh heh.

Evan thought of Alexia’s constantly aggressive, condescending, and bossy appearance.

He pursed his lips.

Clearly a yuri leader herself, yet still baiting the simp knight who was fiercely loyal to her, with the sole purpose of making him a “gay husband” and a shield.

Disgusting!

And now, I’m not playing anymore!!

I’ll just surrender right away!!!

Thinking this, Evan deliberately let the glass wine cup fall to the ground.

With a “clang” as it shattered, the golden wine scattered across the floor, and at the same time, countless glass fragments burst outwards.

Evan pretended to be slightly flustered and immediately crouched down, starting to clean up.

Then, as if by accident, he was pricked on the finger by a sharp piece of glass.

A deep red bead of blood instantly formed on his fingertip, diffusing a faint bloody scent.

And when Evan looked up again.

Sure enough.

Isabella, who had been lying lazily on the long sofa, had propped herself up.

She was looking at his bleeding finger with an incredibly serious and longing expression.

Lost in thought.

Lightly biting her lip, as if enduring something, she swallowed.

And let out a cute “gurgle.”