I Transmigrated As The Female Lead, But... HAHA!

🌷1. First Time Transmigrating🌷

"HAHA! Finally, I have been transmigrated, it's my time to shine, and most importantly no fucking exams, yay! Bye-bye exams! I am a free soul, yippie!"

The green-haired woman, probably in her mid-twenties, was rolling, hugging the duvet on the fluffy bed with a weird winning smile looking like a potato patty stuffed inside a soft wheat flatbread of a Frankie.

She stopped in the middle, recalling something gazing at the exquisite golden chandelier glistening with little fires of the candles suspended from the ceiling.

The bed chamber was bright despite the darkness outside the huge stained glass windows on the backside of her bed draped by silky pastel pink curtains, because of the numerous lightened candlesticks placed here and there.

"But... which novel or manhwa did I transmigrate into?" She mumbled, perplexion clearly visible on her face as so many questions were running like racing horses in her mind.

Was it a romantic-fantasy with a blonde Crown Prince, a cold Northern Duke, a friendly protective Knight, and a long-haired Archmage? Or was it an action-fantasy cultivation world with a stallion Male lead continuously adding women to his harem? Was she one of his harem women?

"BLAAACHH! Ew, I will run away this instant if that's the case, hmph! I hate anything second-handed, be it a powerful male lead or whatever. I hate sharing my man with anyone, humph!"

By the way, what role this new body of hers was playing till now? A villainess? A supporting lead? An extra?... It can't be she was the female lead, right? Eh, that was impossible... nowadays the trend was to get Isekai'd as a villainess. So, maybe...

She was confused as to where in the world she was and who the fuck she was? Why did she transmigrate at midnight when everyone was sleeping? Just like back in her world how she was born at two in the morning like a demon. Normally, the original person must be dead for her to possess their body, right? Then, how did she die in the middle of the night?

Uh... wait! Something was utterly wrong. There must be some trigger to transmigrate or reincarnate but there was none. She was neither dead nor did she get her hands on an ancient artifact that pulled her into another dimension. So, what exactly was going on?

"First, shouldn't I die by truck-kun to get transmigrated or reincarnated? But I was just sleeping at home on my bed. I clearly remember it was exactly 2:30 am because my mother nudged me to stop playing on the phone in her sleep, then I kept my phone beside me, closing my eyes, and when I opened my eyes because of the light, I thought it was morning already. But it was because of all these candles..."

She sat up on the bed straight suddenly like a puppet.

"Don't tell me I am dreaming because of the stress of exams that are gonna start from next week and am I unconsciously afraid to go back to Hyderabad¹ tomorrow? Is that why... ugh, no... please don't let this be a dream."

Squeezing her eyes tightly, she pulled on her cheeks, "... it... hurts..." she blinked her eyes twice, "IT DOES HURTS! Oh my god, so I am not dreaming?"

She got up threw the duvet and jumped on the fluffy bed which didn't even creak, that was such a high-quality wood. She slapped her both cheeks to do two-factor authentication to confirm that she wasn't daydreaming or nightdreaming.

Anyone seeing her like that would have thought she liked to be hurt.

"Oh hell no! I ain't a masochist, buddy. But I am happy that I transmigrated, woohoo!" She bounced cheerfully, getting excited as her long teal-green hair almost reaching her ankles waved in the air.

She stopped for a moment taking her hair in her hands and tried to pull it, "Aw, so soft, silky, long, thick, and strong unlike my thin hair that would fall off the moment I touch it as if they're pappus of dandelion seeds flying off just at the mere breeze."