As the Novel’s Side Character, I Mess with the Male Lead

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Im a sign language teacher. After I was unexpectedly pulled into the world of a novel, I found myself married to the disabled heir of a powerful Greenwood dynasty.

He was non-verbal. My skills were a perfect match.

When he signed that we should sleep in separate rooms, I interpreted it for the staff as, All of you, get out.

When he signed for them to throw me out, I told them, He says to bring me an extra lobster tail.

Hed get so furious his hands would become a blur, but Id just read his signs and make up whatever I wanted.

This went on until one day, a line of text floated before my eyes

[LMAO, the poor side-character has no idea the male lead is just faking it, does she?]

My knees buckled, and I scrambled, practically crawling, for the door.

The next second, a hand gripped the back of my neck, and I was hauled back.

A low voice purred in my ear. Losing interest in our game already, wife?

My name is Kara.

Three days ago, I was a sign language teacher at the Starlight Special Education School.

Today, Im a character in a trashy novel.

The Kara in the book is the daughter of the CEO of AAA Construction Supplies. Her dad is, to put it politely, more ambitious than he is successful.

As for the man Im supposed to marry

Dominic Blackwood.

Hes the eldest son of Hamiltons powerful Blackwood Corporation, with a face that belongs on a magazine cover.

Six months ago, he was in a car accident.

His legs were crippled, his vocal cords were damaged. He was confined to a wheelchair, a mute.

The cause of the accident was a mystery, but Dominics younger brother, Vincent, seized the opportunity to take over most of the family business.

To top it all off, Dominics fiance, Isabelle DevereauxHamiltons premier socialitepromptly broke off their engagement and got engaged to Vincent instead.

Tsk.

The Blackwood family matriarch, heartbroken for her eldest grandson, sent out an offer to the citys elite:

Any family willing to offer their daughter in marriage would receive a fortune in dowry.

My father, operating under the principle that only an idiot passes up a good deal, immediately contacted the Blackwoods.

I have a daughter! Shes willing!

When he came home, he tried to convince me.

Youll be the first lady of the Blackwood family, living in a mansion, driving luxury cars.

My mother chimed in with her own brand of wisdom.

Most husbands pretend to be deaf and dumb after they get married anyway. With this one, you get to skip the pretend part.

By the time I was transmigrated into this body, the engagement was already set.

There was no backing out.

I thought about it and decided to go along with it.

For two reasons.

First, Dominic Blackwood was undeniably gorgeous. Id seen photos of him from before the accident. His features were so perfectly symmetrical they looked like theyd been sculpted.

Second, I was a professional sign language teacher.

Living with a man who couldnt speak? This was my home turf. My specialty.

On the day we signed the papers, Dominic sat in his wheelchair, dressed in a sharp suit, his expression completely blank.

He raised a hand and slowly formed the words in sign language.

I will never like you.

I just smiled at him.

I dont care if you like me.

Ive always enjoyed a challenge.

On our wedding night, in the master bedroom of our new home, Dominic sat on the edge of the bed, his face as dark as a thundercloud.

He raised his hands and signed.

We will sleep in separate rooms.

I turned to the butler and the maids standing by the door and offered them a pleasant smile.

Mr. Blackwood says you may all leave for the night. Please get some rest.

The maids blushed and scurried out.

The moment the door clicked shut, Dominic froze.

His eyes widened, and his hands flew in a blur of motion.

Thats not what I meant!

I watched his hands intently and nodded with feigned sincerity.

I know, youre just shy.

Its okay. Ill take the lead.

He tried to push himself up from his chair, but his legs wouldnt obey. He collapsed back into the seat.

I took a step forward.

He flinched back.

The wheelchair hit the edge of the bed, leaving him with no room to retreat.

I stood over him, looking down. The lamplight cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting his ridiculously perfect features. His cheekbones were flushed with anger, his lips pressed into a thin, tight line.

Beautiful.

Ten times more beautiful than in the photos.

I licked my lips.

His fingers trembled as he signed.

What what are you doing?

I smiled, my voice soft and coy.

May I?

Dominic didnt have the strength to fight me off. The accident had damaged his spine, and his upper body strength was a fraction of what it once was.

When I placed my hands on his wrists, his whole body went rigid.

Mr. Blackwood, I whispered, leaning closer.

I know your legs dont work.

But the important part that still works, right?

His face instantly turned a deep shade of crimson, the blush spreading all the way to the tips of his ears.

I decided to check the merchandise myself.

Oh, I murmured.

The merchandise is perfectly fine.

With a face like that, the crippled legs were a bonus.

It meant he couldnt run off.

He shook his head wildly, his mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out.

Go ahead and scream, I said, then paused and chuckled at my own joke. Scream your lungs out. No one will hear you.

Oh, right.

He couldnt.

By the time we were finished, the sun was beginning to rise.

Dominic lay on the bed, his eyes empty as he stared at the ceiling. The blanket had slipped down to his waist, revealing a canvas of marks across his collarbones.

I propped my head on my hand and just looked at him.

The more I looked, the more satisfied I was.

He must have felt my gaze, because he slowly turned his head.

His eyes were red-rimmed.

He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but couldnt.

Finally, he turned away, his eyelashes trembling with a hint of moisture.

That just made me like him more.

Even if he were in a coma, hed still be my handsome man.

Hamiltons most beautiful man was all mine.

The next day, I wheeled Dominic to the main Blackwood estate to pay our respects to his mother.

Catherine Blackwood was a woman of impeccable breedingelegant, poised, and known in her youth as one of the citys most brilliant women.

The moment Dominic saw her, he began signing frantically.

Make her leave. I want her to leave!

Catherine couldnt understand sign language and looked to me for a translation.

What is he saying?

I smiled sweetly. Hes saying, you mustnt ever send me away.

Dominic whipped his head around to glare at me, his gestures becoming even more rapid. I did not say that!

I continued to translate. He says he likes me very, very much.

Catherines eyes filled with tears. She took her sons hand. Dominic, darling, of course I would never send Kara away.

I was worried that because her familys background is modest, she wouldnt be a suitable match. That you wouldnt like her.

To see you care for her so deeply, it makes me so happy.

Catherine ordered the staff to prepare a grand feast. I gently placed some food on Dominics plate.

His face was grim as he signed, Not hungry.

I turned to his mother. He says he doesnt like any of this.

Dominic was getting desperate. I didnt say that!

I turned back. He says hed like some garlic oysters.

Catherine clapped her hands together. Oh! Of course! Youre newlyweds! You need to keep your strength up!

Ill have the kitchen prepare some right away! Several dozen for my dear Dominic!

A short while later, Dominic stared at a mountain of oysters, completely stunned.

He sat up straighter, signing with more force than ever. Mom! Shes lying to you! Make her leave! Make her leave right now!

I offered a helpful translation. He says this isnt enough.

He says hes going to give you three healthy grandsons.

The entire room fell silent.

Catherine shot to her feet, her voice trembling with excitement. Really? Did he truly say that?

I nodded. Every word.

She threw her arms around me, sobbing with joy. Ever since the accident, Dominic has locked himself away. I was afraid he would be like this forever

For him to say these things now you must be a wonderful wife!

I patted my chest reassuringly. Dont worry, Mother. His main account might be down, but Ill level up a new one for you.

Catherine was so thrilled she was practically dancing on the spot. She slipped a jade bracelet from her own wrist and onto mine. Then came the earrings. Then the necklace.

Someone! Bring me my ruby collection! Its for my daughter-in-law!

I was dizzy from the sheer weight of the gold and jewels. I glanced over at Dominic.

He was still sitting there.

His face had turned a shade of green.

On the way home, he signed furiously from his wheelchair. Kara, you just wait.

I pushed him along, smiling brightly. Of course, darling. Ill be waiting.

We can continue tonight.

His hand faltered.

I started to let myself go completely.

Every day, I dragged Dominic into a new activity.

I had a tablet filled with adult films, and we worked our way through them, one by one.

The first week, we covered Asia.

The second week, we moved on to Europe and the Americas.

Maybe the oysters were actually working.

Once he realized resistance was futile, he started to cooperate.

He would use his one good leg for leverage, and honestly, he was more than a handful. He had the stamina of a man in perfect health.

The maids, blushing, had to change the bedsheets several times. Anyone would have to say it: the young master was disabled, but his spirit was strong.

One afternoon, my friends invited me out for tea.

When you have a husband this handsome, you have to show him off.

I wheeled Dominic out of the house and to a dessert shop next to the mall. My friends gathered around, their eyes wide.

Whoa, so this is Dominic Blackwood? Hes even better looking in person!

And with the leg, you know he wont be running around on you.

Plus, hes a mute. He cant say the wrong thing and make you mad.

The more they thought about it, the more perfect he seemed.

Pushing him was getting tiring, and I wanted to go shopping with my friends. So I found a sturdy pillar near the mall entrance, locked the wheelchairs brakes, and for good measure, tied him to it with my scarf.

There.

He wasnt going anywhere.

I crouched down to his level. Darling, Im just going to do a little shopping. You stay here and get some sun, okay?

Dominic stared at me in utter disbelief, his fingers trembling with rage.

Oh, dont be so clingy, I sighed dramatically. This is girls time. Whats a man going to do, anyway?

When I came back from shopping, he was propelling himself forward with his hands, the wheels spinning so fast they were practically throwing sparks.

The moment we got home, he started looking for a pen and paper.

I reminded him sweetly, I put the pen and paper away.

Its getting late. Lets get down to business.

He pointed a shaky finger at me, then signed to the maids. Get her out of here! Make her leave!

The maids looked at me, confused.

I translated. He says hes so happy to be married to me that hes giving the entire staff a three-month bonus.

Thank you, Young Master! Thank you, Young Mistress!

The news spread like wildfire, and the whole household erupted in cheers.

The Young Mistress is an angel!

The Young Master has been so much more cheerful since she arrived!

Theyre a match made in heaven!

Dominic was frozen in place, his hand still raised in mid-air. He started signing again, a frantic, blurry mess of motion. Thats not what I meant! I didnt say that!

Everyone stared. Young Mistress, whats wrong with him?

I smiled. Oh, hes just so excited. Hes doing a little celebratory flourish.

The staff whispered among themselves. I never knew the Young Master had such a cute side to him.

Its an endearing contrast, isnt it?

That night, Dominic finally resigned himself to his fate.

Or maybe hed just had too many oysters.

And so life went on.

By day, I translated his sign language, making it as absurd as possible.

By night, I translated his body, making it as pleasurable as possible.

We were becoming quite the connoisseurs of action films.

One evening, before the sun had even set, I was already dragging him toward the bedroom.

He struggled, but I pushed him back down.

Dont move.

I unbuttoned his shirt, examining him from every angle.

So beautiful.

His eyes were red with protest.

I pulled out my tablet, found a newly downloaded film, and cued up a specific scene.

Darling, lets try this one today.

He glanced at the screen, and his pupils dilated in shock.

He shook his head frantically.

I held him down. Did you know? I got top marks in my equestrian class in college.

He struggled even harder.

It was no use.

I was much stronger.

But just as I settled into position

A line of semi-transparent text floated in front of my eyes.

It scrolled from right to left, like the comments on a livestream.

[Wait? Who is this evil side character? How did she end up sleeping with the male lead?]

I froze.

Another line appeared.

[The male lead was saving himself for the female lead, and now this side character has forced herself on him. This is so tragic.]

My hand stopped in mid-air.

What was this?

I rubbed my eyes.

More comments streamed past.

[Female lead, where are you? Your man is being ridden!]

[The side character doesnt know the male lead is faking it, does she? Hes already recovered his strength!]

[LMAO, shes still up there, bouncing away!]

[Dont worry. As soon as the male lead gets his company back, shes the first one hes going to deal with.]

Get his company back?

Deal with me?

Faking it?

My legs gave out.

Dominic can hear?

Then he

I looked down at him.

He was looking right back at me.

Usually, at this point, he would have turned his head away, his eyes red-rimmed, the very picture of a man being violated.

But he wasnt looking away now.

He was staring directly at me, his gaze deep and unreadable.

My legs turned to jelly.

The Dominic Blackwood in the book was notoriously ruthless.

In college, he had single-handedly turned three failing subsidiaries of the Blackwood Corporation into profitable ventures.

His business tactics were so sharp that his name alone made seasoned executives tremble.

If he had recovered

He could crush me like an ant.

I let out a shriek and scrambled off him.

I didnt even bother with my clothes. I just stumbled and crawled toward the door.

I only made it three steps before a hand clamped down on the back of my neck.

I was lifted up like a kitten.

Wife, a low voice murmured from behind me, tinged with amusement and a hint of huskiness.

Losing interest already?

My soul practically left my body.

D-Dominic youre better? When did you get better?

He chuckled softly.

A month ago.

A month ago???

Then all the things Id done to him this past month

He was fully conscious for all of it???

I grabbed onto the doorframe for dear life.

More comments appeared.

[Did the side character figure it out?]

[No way. This side character has an IQ of 5. She couldnt possibly have figured it out.]

[LMAO, shes clinging to the doorframe like a scared quail.]

I now understood three things.

First, I was in a novel, complete with a comment system that only I could see.

Second, according to the comments, I was an evil side character with an IQ of 5 who was destined to be disposed of by the male lead.

Third, the male lead was standing right behind me, and I was only wearing panties.

I quickly replayed the events of the past few weeks in my head.

Tying him to a pillar in the sun.

Telling his mother a string of blatant lies.

Forcing him into nightly equestrian practice.

Making him watch two full catalogues of adult films.

My legs buckled with fear.

Mr. Blackwood I suddenly miss my mom. I think Id like to go home for a visit

Its too late tonight, he said.

With one effortless pull, he hauled me back to the bed.

Ill take you tomorrow.

But for now

He leaned over and retrieved the tablet from under the pillow.

He navigated to the clip I had bookmarked.

Lets continue.

I shrank back. I I dont think thats necessary

But wife, I thought you loved riding, he purred, pinning me down.

Whats the matter? Scared now that Im on top?

The comments exploded.