Getting truck-kun was one thing, getting transmigrated into a novel he had read years ago was another thing, but why the male lead look at him like he was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen.
"Isn't he supposed to be madly in love with me?"
Alright! Flashback time, it's been 3 months since I've gotten transmigrated into my favorite Bl novel The Male Lead Loves Me.
Three months and I've made zero progress and this stupid system isn't making it any easier.
Duke Seram, the supposed male lead of this novel, should have been head over heels for him by now. At least, that was how the story was supposed to go. Instead, Theo was met with indifference so chilling, he was starting to wonder if the man had ice in his veins. Forget love—Seram barely acknowledged his existence, let alone looked at him with anything close to affection.
"Isn't he supposed to be madly in love with me?" Theo thought, glaring at Seram's retreating figure. I mean, come on! One smoldering glance? A hint of desire? Was that really too much to ask? I transmigrated for this!
To make matters worse, the system was relentless.
[New Task Issued!]
[Find a way to get Seram's undivided attention for ten minutes.]
[Failure to comply will result in a random punishment.]
Theo's eye twitched as he read the glowing text.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Every mission so far had been a thirst trap setup, each more humiliating than the last, and yet Seram remained completely unfazed. What kind of self-restraint does this man have? Or is he just blind to my perfection?
Theo huffed, crossing his arms. At this rate, he was going to die a virgin in an ABO world—a truly unacceptable fate.
If Seram won't follow the script, then fine. I'll just have to make him crave me instead.
Game on, Duke Ice Block.
Theo was supposed to be the heart and soul of this novel. The one who made the Duke go weak in the knees, the light of his cold, tragic life, the only person he could never bear to be apart from. Love at first sight? That was the whole setup! Seram was supposed to be obsessed with him, unable to resist the mere sight of him, ready to throw away reason just to have him.
So why the hell wasn't he loving?!
Instead of being showered with affection, Theo was stuck in this freezing castle, suffering. The bed was too firm, the food was barely seasoned to his liking, and worst of all—no one here cared to pamper him! He was supposed to be the Duke's beloved, the center of attention, the one getting his feet rubbed and his hands kissed.
Instead, he was practically an ignored side character who had to suffer through a silent, brooding male lead who barely looked at him.
I would not be suffering right now if that bastard just did his job and fell in love.
Theo sighed dramatically, rubbing his temples. He had done everything to get noticed, everything! He dressed beautifully, styled his hair to perfection, made sure his delicate Omega scent lingered every time they crossed paths. Hell, he even mastered the art of perfectly timed longing gazes. And yet—nothing.
There was only one conclusion to be made.
This male lead has social anxiety!.
That was the only explanation for why Seram refused to interact with him properly. It was either that or the Duke was aromantic—but no, the novel clearly said he would fall hard for Theo. That meant Seram was just… afraid of feelings.
Theo tapped his chin, considering it.
Alright, if he's socially anxious, then I just have to make it easier for him. A little "gentle seduction, a bit of physical affection" just enough to let Seram get used to his presence and see him as the radiant, irreplaceable Omega that he was.
That's right. He just needs a little push.
Or maybe a full-blown shove straight into Theo's bed.
Either way, Duke Ice Block was going to fall, whether he liked it or not!.
Theo let out a long, suffering sigh as he stepped out of the room, adjusting the neatly pressed cuffs of his sleeves. Three months. Three months of tutoring this ungrateful block of ice, and what had he received in return?
Not even a single smile.
The novel had so much progress in this timeframe. By now, Seram should have been burning with passion, secretly yearning, giving those longing gazes filled with suppressed desire.
Instead, Theo was lucky if he even got direct eye contact.
Honestly, at this point, I deserve a damn award for patience.
He ran a hand through his soft red hair, making his way toward their designated study room. Why the hell did I get stuck with the only male lead in existence who refuses to interact? He swore, if Seram was any more reclusive, the man might as well be a ghost haunting the castle.
Theo had his theories, of course. If Seram weren't so averse to human interaction, he would have just gone to a proper academy instead of being privately tutored.
Maybe he's shy.
Maybe he has a superiority complex.
Maybe he's just allergic to fun.
Whatever the case, Theo was stuck with him, and the only way forward was to get this man to crack.
He smirked to himself. Fine.
If you won't look at me properly, I'll make sure you have no choice but to.
Theo walked through the dimly lit halls of the grand estate, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floors. The towering windows let in streaks of pale morning light, casting long shadows that danced as he moved.
As he made his way toward the study room, he greeted the passing maids and gentlemen with effortless grace, offering a polite nod to those of equal standing and a respectful bow to those of higher rank. Though he had been here for three months, the estate's social hierarchy was still something he had to be mindful of.
In his past life, he could flip off his boss and quit on a whim, but here, he had to bow and smile even when he wanted to roll his eyes.
Fucking aristocracy.
At last, he arrived before the heavy wooden doors of Seram's private quarters. He came to a stop, inhaling deeply through his nose and exhaling through his mouth.
Alright, Theo. Deep breaths. No swearing. No threats. No remembering that he was supposed to be in love with you.
Lifting a hand, he rapped his knuckles against the door, keeping his voice steady as he announced, "Your Grace, it's time for your lesson."
He waited for a while. Nothing.
Theo pursed his lips, exasperation bubbling in his chest. Is he seriously ignoring me?
Swallowing the string of colorful curses fighting to escape, he knocked again—louder this time.
"Your Grace, I know you're in there. If I have to stand out here any longer, I'll assume you've been kidnapped, and I'll be forced to barge in and rescue you from your imaginary captors." He paused. "You wouldn't want that, would you?"
Silence. Nothing but silence!
Theo clicked his tongue. Fuck you! Fuck you! Ah annoying brat.
"Open this damn door!"