Oops, the Male Lead Became My Puppy

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I stood in the center of the penthouse suite holding a snow-white Teacup Poodle.

Suddenly, my lifelong rival, Roman, appeared out of nowhere and pinned me against the floor-to-ceiling window.

He kissed me with a desperate, intoxicating heat. Right at that exact moment, rows of glowing text began scrolling across my vision.

The comments were vicious. They called me a desperate, man-hungry side character. They said if the male lead hadn't been drugged and mistaken me for someone else, I would never have had a chance with him.

They gloated that the female lead would soon arrive to save him. Once he woke up, I, the wicked villainess, was going to pay a heavy price.

Someone even dropped a spoiler. They claimed Roman was the female lead's loyal guard dog. Because he hated me for defiling him, he would throw me to the streets to be humiliated by a gang of thugs, leaving me to die a gruesome death in an alley.

My heart was pounding out of my chest as I read the terrifying predictions. Suddenly, the suite door was pushed open. Lily stood there with red, teary eyes, screaming, "What are you two doing?!"

But the steamy, scandalous scene she was expecting wasn't there.

I wasn't holding Roman in my arms. I was holding a fluffy little Poodle.

The dog and I turned our heads to look at her at the exact same time. I let out a confused "Huh?" and the Poodle chimed in with a perfectly timed "Woof!"

[Wait, where is my male lead?! Where did my massive, dominating CEO go?!]

[Did he just magically turn into a freaking puppy?!]

[I wanted to read about the female lead's emotionally broken puppy boy, not an actual literal dog! WTF!]

[My brain hurts... what is this plot twist?]

Lily scanned the entire room, failing to find Roman anywhere. She turned to me with a look of stubborn defiance.

"Sally, where are you hiding Roman?"

I casually stroked the soft fur of the Poodle in my arms. "You must be joking, Lily. Look around. Where exactly could I hide a fully grown man in here?"

Lily looked suspicious. Soon, her gaze landed on the dog in my arms. A woman's intuition told her this little animal was incredibly important.

"That looks like my missing dog." She reached out, trying to snatch him. "Miss Sally, can you give my puppy back to me?"

The glowing comments exploded across my vision again.

[Stop causing trouble, you wicked villainess! Give the male lead back to the female lead right now!]

[Once our sweet girl takes him home, their romantic cohabitation arc begins!]

[The process is a bit weird now, but as long as they end up together, it works!]

I shielded the Poodle, giving Lily a freezing glare. "You think everything belongs to you just because you say so? Do you have any proof?"

Right then, the usually well-behaved Poodle started struggling violently, trying to break free from my arms.

[Yes! Bite her! Bite this evil woman!]

[You desperate bitch, the male lead is choosing his true love! Stop being so delusional!]

An invisible hand squeezed my heart. I couldn't help but loosen my grip.

The white furball dropped to the carpet, rolled over once, and immediately sprinted toward Lily.

Lily opened her arms with a delighted smile. "Come here, baby!"

The next second, a loud splashing sound filled the room.

The Poodle lifted his hind leg and unloaded a massive stream of yellow liquid right onto Lily's pristine white designer dress.

Then, wagging his tail happily, he bounced right back into my arms. His dark, grape-like eyes were completely filled with smug satisfaction.

I couldn't hold it back. I burst out laughing.

The scrolling comments went dead silent.

Lily's face turned so green you would think she just swallowed a live fly.

I hugged the dog, my expression shifting into a mocking smirk. "Looks like you and your own dog aren't very close."

I pointed a finger toward the door. "Be smart and get out. I don't welcome people like you in my space."

Lily's eyes turned red, her voice trembling. "Sally... I might be a girl from a poor background, but I have my dignity!"

"Dignity?" I cut her off with a half-smile. "Right. The designer clothes and bags you are wearing are things Roman supposedly begged you to accept. You despise rich, powerful people like us, don't you?"

"So, could our pure, noble Lily please roll out of my room?"

After Lily ran away covering her face crying, I finally had a moment to look down at the Poodle in my arms.

Even though I had already processed the initial shock, it still felt absolutely surreal.

I called Roman a dog all the time. I just never expected him to literally turn into one.

Roman and I grew up together. Our families were close business partners. He was my childhood rival, and aside from constantly bickering with me, he was a perfectly normal guy.

That was until Lily showed up. After meeting her, Roman became completely unhinged.

He started speaking in a deep, gravelly voice, pinning people against walls, and spitting out ridiculous alpha-male quotes.

"Woman, you have successfully captured my attention."

I thought he was just incredibly horny and suggested he get his brain checked. Instead, he accused me of having a sinister crush on him.

"The weather is getting cold. It is time for your family's company to go bankrupt."

I recorded that threat, sent it to his parents, and his father beat him black and blue before freezing all his credit cards.

I figured that would shut him up. Instead, he cornered me with a look of supreme disgust.

"You think threatening me with my parents will make me love you? My heart only belongs to Lily. Stop being so delusional."

"If you ever dare touch a single hair on her head, I will show you the true meaning of hellfire!"

Remembering the comments predicting my gruesome death, my gaze toward the Poodle turned dangerous. My hands slowly moved toward his fragile little neck.

The comments immediately panicked.

[Is the villainess trying to kill him while he is weak?!]

[Holy crap, look at her eyes! She is going to murder the dog!]

[Run, male lead! Run!]

Noticing my dark stare, the puppy suddenly tilted his head. He looked up at me with huge, watery, innocent eyes.

"Woof?"

Damn it. That was way too cute.

His fluffy tail wagged so fast it looked like a helicopter rotor.

The comments were instantly overwhelmed by people crying over how adorable he was.

[Help! What happened to the dominating, toxic CEO trope?!]

[Where are your morals? Where is your bottom line? Also, drop the address so I can steal this puppy!]

[This would be absolutely perfect if he was acting this way with the female lead instead...]

The little Poodle was incredibly clingy, burying his face into my chest. His soft, curly white fur tickled my neck.

Was this really the same Roman who walked around with an ice-cold resting bitch face all day? He was literally a different breed now.

The comments went back to being salty.

[Ahhh! Why are you throwing yourself at her?! Open your eyes, she is the evil side character!]

[He must have lost his memories when he transformed.]

[Just wait until he turns back into a human. He is definitely going to kill her to vent his anger!]

I picked the little white furball up by the scruff of his neck. "Stray dogs are filthy. Don't rub your dirt on me."

The Poodle immediately dropped his ears, looking at me with big, pathetic, wet eyes.

A wicked grin crept onto my lips. "You need a bath first."

The moment the words left my mouth, the little guy went stiff as a statue.

In the bathroom, I held down the frantically splashing Poodle with one hand and operated the showerhead with the other.

Realizing escape was impossible, the little guy eventually gave up and laid flat in the tub, looking completely dead inside.

I scrubbed him from head to tail, inside and out. His curly white fur plastered flat against his body, making him look like a drowned rat.

However, when I tried to wash between his hind legs, he fought me like his life depended on it. He crossed his two front paws over his crotch, guarding his modesty.

"Pfft..." I could not hold back my laughter. "Why are you acting so shy, like you are actually human?"

The moment I said that, I froze. I looked down at the dog in absolute disbelief.

"Wait a second. Do you still have your memories?"

The Poodle, who had been playing dead, suddenly went rigid. He guiltily covered his eyes with his little paws.

My scalp went numb. I lifted him by the back of his neck and brought him right up to my face.

"Roman! You know exactly who you are?!"

The Poodle gave a slow, reluctant nod.

I let go of him and buried my face in my hands.

Good god. Not only did I just bathe him, but I had completely trashed his reputation, thinking he was an amnesiac dog.

He guiltily tapped my sleeve with his paw. I swatted it away.

He dropped his head, trotted over to the nightstand, and clumsily used his paw to unlock his phone.

A second later, a notification popped up on my screen. A wire transfer for one million dollars.

The memo line simply read: [Adoption Fee].

My mood instantly flipped from cloudy to sunny. A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth before I could even stop it.

Roman continued to type clumsily with his paws.

[I have no idea why I turned into this.]

[I have nowhere else to go right now. Can you please take me in for a bit?]

I was about to say yes when I remembered the scrolling comments. Once he turned back, he was supposedly going to be the one to orchestrate my death. My mood plummeted again.

"Aren't you absolutely obsessed with Lily?" I sneered, crossing my arms. "I am sure she would be thrilled to keep you as a pet. I can drop you off at her place right now."

Roman panicked. He spun in circles, his paws furiously tapping the screen.

[Bullshit! I do not like her! The person I actually like is...]

"Is who?" I narrowed my eyes.

Roman suddenly lost his nerve. He covered his face with his paws, peeking at me through the gaps like a guilty child caught stealing candy.

Ha! So he still refused to admit it.

I mocked his signature alpha-male tone. "Didn't you say that if anyone hurt Lily, you would slaughter their entire family? You sounded pretty tough back then, Mr. CEO."

It was the very first time I had ever seen a dog look genuinely embarrassed. Roman's fluffy ears flattened completely against his head.

He typed on his phone, looking utterly defeated.

[I do not know what happened. During that time, I felt like I was possessed...]

I let out a cold scoff.

But thinking back, the whole situation had been bizarre. Roman's personality had basically been hijacked the moment he met Lily.

Their first encounter ended with him forcing someone to kneel and apologize to her, calling them filthy peasants. Then came the classic dynamic of her running away and him obsessively chasing. It was a textbook toxic romance between an overbearing billionaire and a pure, unyielding innocent flower.

The most ridiculous part was when Roman's parents tried to gently talk some sense into Lily. Roman exploded, accusing his own parents of trying to tear them apart, and threatened to cut all family ties. His parents were so angry they drove to my house in the middle of the night and complained to my parents until three in the morning.

Roman kept typing.

[This time, someone drugged my drink. Lily just magically appeared in my hotel room out of nowhere.]

[If I had not snapped out of the trance at the very last second and forced myself to run away, she would have completely taken advantage of me!]

"So you just broke into my room instead?" I blurted out.

The white furball nodded.

A weird, heavy silence fell over the room.

I remembered how Roman had burst through my door, slammed me against the glass, and kissed me breathless without a word of warning. My cheeks instantly caught fire.

Meanwhile, Roman was so embarrassed he had buried his entire face under his paws on the bed.

"Ro-man!" I gritted my teeth and picked him up by the scruff again.

After putting him in his place, I lay on the sofa to organize my thoughts.

According to the comments, we were living inside a clich billionaire romance novel. Roman and Lily were the main characters. But looking at Roman's current reaction, he was clearly a victim of the plot too.

All the weird red flags pointed directly at Lily.

Sending him back to his family was impossible. If his mother saw her son had turned into a Poodle, she would probably pass out on the spot.

I had to call his house and tell them he was crashing at my place for a few days.

"Keep him! Keep him as long as you want!" His mother sounded absolutely thrilled on the phone. "Tell him he does not ever have to come back! Sally honey, I am leaving that brat in your capable hands."

I hung up and tapped Roman's wet black nose, laughing at him. "See how annoying you are? Your own parents are celebrating your absence!"

Roman let out a pathetic little whimper. He wrapped his front paws around my wrist and rubbed his fluffy head against my palm.

Help! How was I supposed to resist this?! I had zero defense against fluffy animals!

I gritted my teeth and put him down, fighting the urge to pet him. I could not let this guy win.

"I am going to work. Stay here and behave."

Before I could even stand up, Roman leaped right back into my arms. He clung to my blazer, his dark eyes sparkling.

"Woof, woof."

I am going too!

His logic was that since he turned into a dog while he was with me, he needed to stick by my side to see if there was a trigger to turn him back.

I had no choice but to bring him to the office.

I left him in the VIP lounge and warned him not to run around.

When I finally finished my meetings and went to check on him, I found a massive crowd of female employees packed into the lounge.

Looking through the crowd, I saw the little white furball standing on one hind leg on top of the coffee table, wobbling as he struck a majestic pose with his front paws spread wide.

The women were practically screaming.

"He is so cute!"

"I am going to pass out! Someone catch me!"

I was utterly speechless.

Roman spotted me and immediately barked, launching himself into my arms. His little tail wagged proudly.

I didn't even need a translator to know he was saying, Look how awesome I am!

I sighed and rubbed my temples. Roman's arrogant, show-off personality hadn't changed one bit.

Since he turned into a dog, he acted more like the childhood friend I actually recognized. It proved my theory. There was something deeply wrong with Lily.

I called my assistant into my office and handed him a file. "I need a full background check on Lily. Do it quietly. Do not let anyone know."

"Understood, Boss." He smiled as he took the folder. "You have been smiling a lot more lately."

I paused.

"Ever since your falling out with Mr. Roman, you have been ice-cold. People in the office have been terrified to even breathe around you." My assistant secretly pointed at Roman, who was currently chasing his own tail in circles. "I think this little angel is exactly what you needed."

I let out a soft laugh. If my staff knew this little angel was actually the terrifying CEO Roman, their jaws would drop to the floor.

But had I really stopped smiling because of him? I fell into deep thought.

A week later, Lily showed up unannounced at my company lobby.

I instinctively glanced at Roman. He didn't react at all, just kept chewing on his glow-in-the-dark bouncy ball.

But as soon as she walked in, the floating text flooded my vision again.

[Our smart baby girl figured out something was wrong!]

[It is all the wicked side character's fault. The male and female lead should be doing the dirty deed right now!]

[It is fine, the plot is about to get back on track. Just wait and see.]

Back on track? Meaning Roman would turn into that cold, brainwashed monster again? My chest tightened painfully.

Lily suddenly crouched down and pulled a small piece of jerky from her bag. "Here you go, cutie. Have a bite."

Before I could react, Roman darted forward and swallowed it whole. His eyes even gleamed with hunger.

Lily smiled sweetly, reaching into the bag to give him another piece.

"My dog does not eat random trash from strangers," I said coldly, stepping between them.

The comments exploded, cursing me for being an evil bitch.

Lily just offered a fake, apologetic smile and left without a fight.