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TCBUP 27

TCBUP

Episode 27. The Difference Between ā€˜Where’ and ā€˜Who’


ā€œHer neck’s so delicate, I don’t even want to touch it. Joshua, you treated her properly, right?ā€

ā€œOf course. I applied the special ointment carefully and even gave her a thorough warm compress.ā€

Joshua answered right away, but his attention was fully captured by the food Leon had brought.

Maybe that’s why Leon still looked worried and didn’t take his eyes off me.

Feeling a bit awkward, I rubbed my neck and helped Joshua unpack the food.

It was a four-person table, but it was soon completely covered with dishes.

ā€œWow, this looks amazing. Have a seat, miss.ā€

ā€œAh, yes.ā€

Joshua smiled brightly and reached for the steak plate first.

Leon, watching in disapproval, snatched it from him and pushed it toward me.

ā€œI didn’t buy this for you.ā€

ā€œHow petty. We’re eating together, what’s the big deal? Start with the pumpkin soup, miss.ā€

ā€œWhy are you feeding her soup first when I bought meat?ā€

ā€œIt’s an appetizer, an appetizer. You know that, don’t act like you don’t.ā€

ā€œThank you, I’ll eat well.ā€

I hurriedly took a spoonful of the pumpkin soup before their bickering could escalate.

The warm, slightly sweet flavor lingered on my tongue, and I felt like I could finally breathe again.

ā€œHere, eat this too.ā€

Leon, having already cut the steak into bite-sized pieces, pushed the plate toward me.

ā€œEat a lot. Beef is good for bruises.ā€

ā€œSo I’ve heard. So eat it all.ā€

ā€œAll of it?ā€

That’s too much.

Besides, the steak was so thick it was almost unappetizing just to look at.

ā€œYou stop eating now.ā€

ā€œWow, how heartless. You can’t treat your subordinate like this, Captain.ā€

Joshua frowned and waved his fork dramatically.

ā€œI spent all day yesterday cleaning up the mess, and today I got chewed out so bad by the client I wanted to die. And now you won’t even let me eat? That’s just cruel.ā€

ā€œOh, really? Too bad.ā€

Leon responded half-heartedly like it was someone else’s problem.

At that, Joshua finally exploded, unable to hold back the grumbling that had been building.

ā€œEven Eugene scolded me for letting you do whatever you wanted. And I was dragged out there clueless, just to get torn apart by him.ā€

ā€œEugene’s fine and all, but he nags way too much.ā€

ā€œExactly! And that sharp voice of his still echoes in my ears—I couldn’t even sleep properly.ā€

ā€œThen you must’ve lost your appetite too. Stop eating. Let Sienna eat.ā€

ā€œSo I get woken up just before dinner and dragged out here, and now I’m not even allowed to eat?ā€

Despite the table being filled with enough food to feed a small army, Leon and Joshua kept bickering.

And for two fully grown men, their argument was ridiculously childish.

But compared to the silent days I spent alone in the Count Hagrives’ manor—or truly alone in this house—the noisy squabbling felt so warm and welcome.

So much so that even Damian’s warning—telling me to stay away from dangerous people—faded from my mind.

Even the loneliness I’d felt just a few minutes earlier seemed like a distant memory now.

ā€œWhy are you smiling?ā€

ā€œHuh? Ohā€¦ā€

I awkwardly covered my mouth.

I hadn’t even realized I was smiling.

ā€œIt’s just… the food’s good.ā€

ā€œOh my, how pitiful. She’s so touched by food it’s bringing her to tears.ā€

Joshua dramatically wiped away invisible tears.

Not quite tears of emotion… or maybe they were?

Maybe it was just the joy of having a lively, noisy meal again after so long.

Just yesterday I was acting all tough and pretending to be fine, but now it felt like my weakness was being exposed.

My face flushed from the sudden awareness, and though I tried to cover it, my bright red ears betrayed me.


From then on, Leon started visiting often.

Sometimes he came alone and dropped off food before leaving.

Other times he brought Joshua to check on my fading bruises.

ā€œā€¦.ā€

I stared at Leon sitting across from me.

He had come early in the morning with freshly baked bread and coffee, now sipping like it was his own home while reading the newspaper.

ā€œWhat?ā€

He didn’t even look at me as he asked casually.

ā€œGot something you’re curious about?ā€

ā€œNot really, justā€¦ā€

Of course I was curious.

I’d only run into Leon maybe three times in passing.

Why was he going so far for me?

I was the only one being helped here—was that really necessary?

ā€˜Maybe it’s because Leon’s one of the male leads. He’s naturally drawn to the female lead?’

You know, that cliché—male leads instinctively attracted to the heroine.

Of course, I wasn’t the female lead. I was just the suddenly appeared hidden heroine. Still, I had the ā€˜heroine’ label.

Excited, I tapped the silver padlock that showed his favorability score.

ā€˜Only 8%?’

It was 7% when I first checked, so it had only gone up 1% all this time.

My hopeful excitement fizzled into disappointment instantly.

Apparently, being a ā€œhiddenā€ heroine was a curse—no matter how much effort I put in, his affection barely budged.

ā€˜This is seriously labor.’

Speaking of affection levels, I wondered how Nox’s was doing.

I understood the drop after our fund crashed, but there was that mysterious dip even during a good streak—it made me anxious.

ā€˜I should go see him.’

That’s what my head said, but my heart didn’t know what to do or say when I met him.

If I showed up with an amazing plan to recover our profit rate, maybe his favorability would shoot up.

But that brilliant idea felt like trying to find a tiny needle in a thick fog.

ā€œYou’re worried about something?ā€

ā€œMm.ā€

Worried? Yeah. Too many worries to count.

I just couldn’t talk about them.

Still leaning on my hand, I turned my head slightly.

ā€œNo, it’s nothing.ā€

ā€œFeeling cooped up?ā€

ā€œMm. Kind of. The only time I’ve been outside is to water my tomatoes, onions, and potatoes.ā€

At that, Leon folded the newspaper and rested his arms on the table, leaning in toward me.

ā€œWant to go out?ā€

ā€œThat’s new. You told me to stay inside.ā€

Leon had warned me to avoid going out, especially around nobles, just in case someone else had seen my face that day.

ā€œI’m with you now.ā€

ā€œYou’ll come with me?ā€

I lit up, genuinely happy.

I’d been itching to go out—having Leon by my side would be a huge relief.

ā€œYou thought I’d just let you go out alone? Where do you want to go?ā€

ā€œHmm. I’m not sure.ā€

ā€œJust say it. I’ll take you anywhere.ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€

My heart skipped a beat without meaning to.

But I quickly reeled it in.

Numbers don’t lie.

His affection for me was still only 8%, and I reminded myself of that as I straightened up, coolly.

ā€œHow do you know where I want to go? Why say things like that so casually?ā€

Leon grinned, wrinkling the bridge of his straight nose in amusement.

ā€œTry me. See if I’ll actually take you or not.ā€

ā€œThenā€¦ā€

I thought for a moment, then smiled back at him.


ā€œHello, teacher.ā€

ā€œMiss? What brings you here?ā€

Nox looked up from where he held his head with one hand and a pen in the other.

Just as I suspected.

He’d probably been too busy cleaning up the disaster to take care of himself.

Sure enough, his face was pale, dark circles under his eyes, and he looked thinner somehow.

His already sharp features now looked borderline severe.

ā€œHave you eaten?ā€

ā€œAh… yes.ā€

Yeah, right.

Apparently, he forgets about hunger when he’s buried in books—same goes for work.

Good thing I brought food.

ā€œCome on. Just eat a little of this.ā€

I started unpacking the food I brought on the conference table.

Then Leon, who had been standing behind me the whole time with a sullen face, leaned over and whispered,

ā€œSo basically, you brought me as a bodyguard just to meet another man?ā€

ā€œYou said it didn’t matter where.ā€

ā€œWhere doesn’t matter—but who does.ā€

He’s acting jealous for someone with just 8% affection.

I glanced at the silver padlock above Leon again.

That darned blue spade was still quiet—like the deep sea asleep under a dark night sky.

ā€œButā€¦ā€

Nox took off his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes, glancing at Leon.

 

He looked a little surprised—probably because I usually came alone, and now I’d brought someone with me, and a man at that.

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The Circumstances of Becoming an Unwanted Protagonist

The Circumstances of Becoming an Unwanted Protagonist

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Score 9.8
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: , Released: 2024 Native Language: Korean

Synopsis


A friend asked me to beta test and give honest feedback on a reverse harem game.
But it turned out it wasn’t just an ordinary mobile game—it was VR?
I ended up becoming Sienna, the troublesome fiancĆ©e of my favorite character in the game, who’s just a background extra.

The problem is that every time an episode triggers, I’m forced to act according to the scripted plot.
The lines are cringy, the actions are childish,
and every night, I’d kick my blankets in shame from the embarrassment, until I finally caused the major incident set by the scenario.
I thought I had finally gained my freedom after getting spectacularly dumped by my favorite character…

 

…but did I write the feedback too honestly? Suddenly, I was updated into the game as the hidden heroine.
If I succeed in capturing the male lead’s heart, I can escape. If I fail, I lose ā€œmyself.ā€
Since it’s come to this, I decide to actively target the male lead to clear the game as quickly as possible and go back.

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