Tsundere Men Have the Best Luck Chapter 1

I transmigrated into a cliché, high-society romance novel.

The heroine’s family had just gone bankrupt, and she was being publicly humiliated by the villain.

With a wicked smirk, the villain drawled, “Kiss me. One million dollars.”

I rushed forward, threw my arms around his neck, and smeared his face with my lipstick. Then, playing the part of a sweet, innocent girl, I cooed, “Oh, darling, I hope I don’t kiss you into bankruptcy.”

* * *

On the 7,001st day of being so broke I considered reporting my own poverty to the police, I was suddenly transported into a book.

It was a high-society Mary Sue novel, and I had become the young heiress whose family had just lost everything.

But whether the family was rich or broke didn't really matter. This was a Mary Sue novel, after all. The default setting was that every man alive was hopelessly in love with me.

Having read the entire book, I could best describe it as: The Heroine and Her Army of Simps.

The man in front of me, however, was the one exception. The only man in the entire book who wasn't a total simp. He was also the main villain—Tim Thorne.

Tim leaned back in his chair, the picture of lazy arrogance, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. His eyes swept over me for a moment before he spoke, his voice dripping with scorn. “Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Our dear Miss Monroe.”

The others in the private room took their cue, chiming in with glee.

“The Monroe Corporation collapsed, didn't it? I bet the debt collectors have worn a path to your door.”

“Life without money must be tough.”

“Hey, we were classmates once, Mia. If you beg me, maybe I’ll spare you a few bucks.”

Tim let out a short, sharp laugh, flicking ash from his cigarette with careless grace. “What do you say? Feel like begging?”

The laughter in the room grew louder.

“Alright, how about this,” Tim said, as if making a grand concession. “Begging is probably too hard for you. How about kissing?”

His gaze swept across the room. “Kiss anyone in here. Including me.”

“One kiss,” he said, a cruel smile playing on his lips, “is worth a million dollars.”

The room erupted in cheers. I could see it in their eyes—the glee, the tension, the eager anticipation. And in Tim’s eyes, pure, cold indifference.

In the original novel, the heroine, unable to bear the humiliation, stormed out in a tearful rage.

But I wasn't the original heroine.

I was broke.

Looking back on the 7,001 days of my previous life, had there ever been an easier way to make money?

Absolutely not.

With all eyes on me, I walked straight toward Tim. I didn't just stop in front of him; I sat down right on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Jaws around the room practically hit the floor.

I looked into Tim's eyes and whispered, "Are you serious about this?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Of course."

Well, then. He couldn't blame me for what came next.

I cupped his face, held his head, and, like I was using a rubber stamp, eagerly began plastering his face with kisses.

With each kiss, I chanted silently in my head: A million. Another million. And another million.

The room grew quieter and quieter, until the only sound was the wet smack of my lips against his skin.

...It was actually pretty embarrassing.

A wave of belated awkwardness washed over me, but I wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away. I summoned my courage, planted a few more for good measure, and then finally let him go.

Tim was completely dumbfounded.

In fact, everyone in the room was dumbfounded.

You could have heard a pin drop.

I slid off his lap, calmly smoothed down my dress, and wiped my lips with the back of my hand.

Tim stared at me, sputtering. "You—you—you—"

Afraid he was about to back out of the deal, I put on my most innocent, doe-eyed expression. "Oh, darling," I cooed, "I'm not going to kiss you into bankruptcy, am I?"

"Don't be ridiculous." Tim snapped back to his usual arrogant self in a second. "You could glue your lips to my face for the rest of your life, and I could still afford it!"

“…”

I gave him a token round of applause. "Great. Pay up, then."

Tim looked away, his perfectly sculpted fingers yanking at the collar of his shirt. He pulled out his phone and made a call to his assistant, his voice a mask of nonchalance. "Bring me the checkbook."

He looked utterly ridiculous, trying to act cool with bright red lipstick smeared all over his face. I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing out loud.

While we waited for the check, Tim suddenly asked, "How many times did you kiss me? Do you remember?"

I glanced at him.

He quickly looked away. "No reason. Just, you know, for the final amount."

I shook my head.

He turned to the others. They all shook their heads too.

A look of exasperated resignation crossed his face. "Fine. We'll have to check the security footage."

In the end, Tim watched the security footage five times.

Only after this meticulous verification did he finally sign and hand me the check.

“…”

Unbelievable. He was a cheapskate, too.