The Main Character's Body was Taken by the Villainess.

As Belver pushed through the commotion, he could clearly see what was happening.

One male student was bullying another male student.

He knew both the bully and the victim.

He couldn't help but recognize them—the bully was an extra villain meant to showcase the protagonist's genius.

If the bully was an extra villain, the victim naturally was the protagonist.

The great Bellatrix was being toyed with by someone who normally wouldn't even dare make eye contact due to their difference in status.

Though she was adapting and growing quickly through the body's talent despite never having used it before, that was all.

The gap was too large to be bridged by such brief growth.

"How did someone like you even get in here? Did you cheat?"

"You talk too much."

"What? I was trying to go easy, but I guess that won't work."

Bellatrix was in trouble.

She hadn't expected there would be such an arrogant person picking fights without reason from day one.

This situation would never have happened with her original body, but now she was in Belver's body.

So, she worked hard to block the attacks to avoid leaving injuries on his body.

The fortunate thing was that she could feel herself growing.

"You're good at blocking. Been hit a lot?"

"Just shut up."

Bellatrix realized that even with real-time growth, she was still severely lacking.

Her opponent was a lower noble who had trained all his life to become a knight.

She could feel his attacks getting stronger and faster.

Soon, she would allow a major hit.

Watching Bellatrix struggle with her specialty magic essentially sealed, Belver pondered.

In the original plot, a professor would soon arrive, recognize the protagonist's talent, and guide them.

If she was to save the world instead, just watching here might be more appropriate.

But he didn't want to.

This situation itself was unfair and unjust, and he didn't want to see her being helplessly toyed with anymore.

Because she was the closest thing to a first friend that Belver had ever had.

*Ping* As he continued watching, he suddenly heard something like a snapping sound in his head.

He felt magical power gathering around the extra's body.

Even with a wooden sword, Bellatrix definitely wouldn't be able to block it.

She wouldn't even be able to perceive it.

She still couldn't handle magical power with Belver's body.

She would be seriously hurt.

All deliberation stopped as his entire body grew cold with displeasure.

His cooled head made him step forward.

Stepping forward, just before the magical power-infused wooden sword was swung, he spoke words cold as ice.

"What do you think you're doing?"

With just one phrase, the whole world froze for a moment.

It was so cold that if Belver had heard it, he would have been shocked that he could make such a voice.

However, he couldn't hear it now.

He saw only the extra, who had stopped at his words, and Bellatrix, who was staring with wide eyes in surprise.

Had she not expected him to intervene?

Or had she not even noticed he was watching?

"I asked what you think you're doing. Must I ask again?"

Belver questioned again.

The extra was sweating profusely at the sudden appearance.

Then suddenly, he broke into a bright, vicious smile.

"I was educating this arrogant commoner! Just look at those impudent eyes! I was going to break them properly!"

The extra spoke as if proudly boasting.

He had surely recognized who had interrupted his fun.

Known for treating non-nobles as lowly beings, he thought Bellatrix would support him.

She certainly wouldn't have found any issue with this situation.

However, the current Bellatrix wasn't her but Belver.

The extra, who had been talking enthusiastically during the silence formed while Belver organized his thoughts due to excessive displeasure, seemed to take the silence as consent or approval.

Belver considered how to stop that unpleasant mouth that spoke such offensive words.

The notion that educating commoners was a noble's duty didn't resonate with him.

Rather, it caused greater antipathy.

Because to him, all humans were equal.

"Close that mouth and get out. This is your last chance. You, come with me."

"Yes, young lady."

Deciding he didn't want to hear anymore, Belver gave his order and grabbed Bellatrix's wrist as she caught her breath.

He led her through the commotion out of Training Ground 5, though for a different reason than before.

He had judged that nothing else was particularly important right now.

Being quietly led away, Bellatrix wondered if the person in front of her was the same Belver who had been sniffling just an hour ago.

The appearance just shown was different from acting in imitation of her.

She knew well how she appeared to others.

The her she knew wasn't cold enough to make one feel like frost was forming on their bones.

Separately, Bellatrix was convinced her choice had been right.

Right after their bodies switched yesterday, she had considered taking illegal measures to remove Belver from her body.

But after thinking it through, she decided the switch wasn't bad and chose to cooperate instead.

If she had tried every method to return, she wouldn't have experienced such fascinating situations.

"This should be far enough? There's a bench nearby, let's sit."

"Are you okay...? Are you hurt anywhere...?"

Turning at Bellatrix's words, Belver sniffled as he felt around her body.

He worried she might have been hit and injured somewhere.

Even knowing there weren't any serious hits, his heart was uneasy.

Bellatrix swallowed a laugh at Belver's suddenly changed attitude.

Still, she thought she preferred seeing him flustering with worry like this.

How could he give so much affection to someone he'd met less than a day ago?

It made even clearer how innocent and pure he was.

Seeing him like this made her want to tease him more.

His reactions were too cute and good to stop.

"I'm feeling really hurt and depressed. Will you grant me one request?"

"What is it? Tell me."

"They say men feel better when they touch women's breasts. Can I touch them?"

"What?! No indecent things! And that's not a request!"

*Swoosh!* Belver covered his chest with both arms so quickly it seemed to make a sound cutting through the air.

He could feel his face getting hotter.

He had been genuinely worried about her, and here she was making such inappropriate sexual harassment.

Feeling a mix of shame, embarrassment, and irritation, he desperately held back from screaming.

He was aware there were quite a few people around.

He tried to take a deep breath and calm down.

If only Bellatrix hadn't said one more thing.

"Then I'll just touch them anyway."

"This is sexual harassment!!"

Finally unable to hold back, he screamed.

Now, he couldn't even see his surroundings anymore.

Feeling wronged, embarrassed, resentful, and ashamed, he could only see the smirking Bellatrix before him.

Belver was about to shout again to stop her completely unrepentant attitude that seemed likely to continue until she suddenly pulled him into her embrace.

Startled by the sudden action, he froze completely stiff in her arms.

"How much are you trying to ruin my image? Hm? Is this your revenge?"

"It's not?! And don't talk like that...! It's unfair...! It makes me feel weird...!"

"Yes. I know what I'm doing. I'm sensitive to loud noises, you know. Now, now. Don't shout. Don't raise your face, either. I'm barely hiding that it's me right now."

Belver was about to scream again but closed his mouth at her following words.

He, too, had been aware that quite a few people were around.

Amid that, he had lost control and shouted something very embarrassing.

Of course, they would be getting enormous attention.

Belver had to endure this embarrassing position, and the whispers tickled his mind until everyone passed by.

The fortunate thing was that Bellatrix, seemingly satisfied, stopped making embarrassing sexual harassment comments.

He just had to endure the position.

"That's enough. But you can stay if you want to."

"Let me go."

"Okay."

Belver sat down beside her again and caught his breath.

He hadn't known Bellatrix was this kind of person.

The Bellatrix he knew was someone serious about everything, who gave up everything and worked hard just to defeat one person.

Not someone this frivolous who constantly made such comments.

He felt betrayed.

Should he consider it fortunate that she was only going this far?

Belver heaved a deep internal sigh.

He had no idea how to achieve a happy ending with this kind of Bellatrix.

But he had to try.

He resolved to do his absolute best.

Even though she was much more frivolous than expected, she did have her serious moments.

"What a shame. You should have stayed in my arms. It felt nice touching something so soft."

"Control yourself!!"

Watching Bellatrix lament while looking at her hands, which had been holding his waist, Belver couldn't take it anymore.

His vision truly went dark.