You Didn’t Say the Price of Salvation was Imprisonment

I got reincarnated into a romance webtoon I used to enjoy reading. Not as the heroine, not even as a villainess, just a complete extra.

I was living peacefully as “Villager #1,” I quietly fulfilled my role, adapting to this new life.

Until one day, just like in the original story, I stumbled across the male lead, falsely accused of treason and now a slave, collapsed in the forest.

“Listen, lady. Take me with you. Use me however you like, just give me food and a place to stay.”

“I don’t have much experience, but I’m good at anything that involves the body. I’ll learn fast.”

“What, am I not your type?”

Me? With the male lead? Seriously?

He was acting like a real slave without even a shred of shame, and if someone else saw us, I’d be in big trouble. So April had no choice but to take him in.

Her plan was simple: take care of him and send him off to the female lead, just as the story intended.

But every night, the male lead kept trying to seduce her.

“If you don’t hate me, please… don’t push me away.”

They spent a year together.

But just when I thought I might have gotten used to his presence, the female lead suddenly appeared, and due to circumstances beyond my control, we had to part ways.

It was sad, but that’s just how the life of an extra goes. So April quietly stepped out of the story, wishing them happiness.

Until years later—

“Found you.”

“Still picking up poor pitiful strays like me, April? …Was I not enough for you?”

“You’re coming back with me. You’ll live in my estate, in my bedroom, where you’ll live under my eyes—and mine alone.”

‘Wait… what’s wrong with the male lead?!’

Staring at the strangely unhinged Tession, April broke out in a cold sweat.