I entered a novel I was reading and became a throwaway extra destined for a gruesome death. Teaching etiquette to a mad dog destined to evolve into a tyrant? Etiquette my ass. The only way to survive was a quick cut-off, so I tried everything to sever ties with the tyrant. I kicked him, punched him, even pulled his hair, but the so-called tyrant just took the beatings well. Surprisingly, he listened well, and even said, "You're the first person who's ever shown me sympathy." ......Something's wrong with the male lead's condition. - "Anyway, you mustn't do such things to a woman." "Is kissing also forbidden in Vilde?" "That's not it! I'm saying you can't kiss someone without permission." I snapped at Croft for saying something so frustrating, but he smiled brightly and approached Rivier. Bending slightly to meet Rivier's eye level, Croft's red eyes gleamed mysteriously as he asked in a suggestive voice. "So if you give permission, there's no problem?" As soon as Croft finished speaking, strength gathered in Rivier's core. She clenched her right fist tight, pulled her elbow back as far as possible, then extended her arm like shooting an arrow. Rivier's fist struck precisely at Croft's solar plexus. It was a very clean hook. #Female lead with innocent looks but not-so-innocent personality #Female lead whose fists are faster than words #Surprisingly obedient tyrant male lead #Mad dog with a story, just a dog to the female lead #Hard to believe but it's a gentle slice-of-life story - Illustration: SUKJA