Justin Lancaster Claire Lynn NovelThe Comment Section Saves Me

I'd barely transmigrated before getting splattered by a runaway truck. As I lay dying, a barrage of text popped into my vision:
Seriously, when is this scheming female lead gonna kick the bucket? I'm here for the male lead's steamy bedside rendezvous with the other woman.
This poor female lead is so clueless! The male lead and the female antagonist have already explored the Kama Sutra, and she thinks he's saving himself for her? What a joke!
The female antagonist hiring someone to flatten the female lead? Pure genius!
I shuddered, and the EKG beside the bed went haywire again.
Oh great, these bullet screen comments? Totally me.
I'm still trying to wrap my head around being the forgotten female lead in this melodramatic fiction, and now I'm assaulted by some seriously gag-worthy moaning.
I blinked my eyes open, and what do I see? Claire Lynn, the vicious female supporting character, clutching my pristine white sheets, face flushed and making all sorts of noises.
My eyes travel north and BAM! There's Justin Lancaster, the male lead, looking ridiculously handsome as always.
His hand's all over Claire Lynn's smooth waist, and they're really getting into it.
A string of black lines appeared in my mind, and the bullet screen comments kept rolling:
Wait, what? I thought the scheming female lead bit the dust already? How's she back?
Ooh, upstairs is right, this just got even spicier!
It's been ages since I've seen a scene this scandalous and steamy in a wife-chasing drama.
Did I seriously just finish dissing the wimpy female lead in this story, only to get karma into it myself? Ouch.
An idea sparked in my brain, and I croaked out:
Justin, hey... could you, like, record this and upload it to a Female-Oriented Streaming Platform? For the views, obviously.
This is totally gonna be a cash cow.
The moaning, which was finally getting interesting, screeched to a halt as Justin Lancaster detached himself from Claire Lynn and stood up.
Let's just say everything south of the border was on full display.
Hiss... now this is entertainment.
Claire Lynn, you saucy minx.
My body was screaming in pain, and I was drooling like a toddler.
The bullet screen comments went absolutely bonkers:
Wow, what's with the female lead? Did her personality get swapped out during the car crash or something?
Isn't the resident drama queen supposed to be blushing furiously and bawling her eyes out right now?
I just curled my lip, totally unimpressed.
Please. I used to churn out melodramatic fiction. Shy? Please. They could put on a show for 24 hours straight, and I'd just be scribbling down notes for my next masterpiece.
You don't become a melodramatic fiction god by just daydreaming, you know.
Justin Lancaster stood in front of me, looking like a thundercloud, and patted my head.
"I knew those quack doctors were full of it. No way you were actually going to die."
He actually looked relieved.
"Well, since you're not dead, try not to die, okay?"
He didn't even glance at me again before scooping up Claire Lynn, all gooey-eyed and lovey-dovey.
Claire, if you're craving more excitement, we could always continue this on the rooftop terrace.

The bullet screen comments vanished after Justin Lancaster bailed.
I was stuck in the hospital for five days before I could even hobble around.
Justin never showed his face again.
The bodyguard assigned to babysit me mentioned that Claire Lynn and Justin Lancaster haven't emerged from our house in three days.
Three days, people!
Claire Lynn actually bribed a truck driver to fake a tire blowout and plow into me. Talk about wanting someone dead!
Well, she sort of got her wish, seeing as the original female lead's soul has already checked out.
Justin Lancaster's chauffeur hauled me back to the Lancaster Family mansion.
The second I walked in, there was Claire Lynn lounging on the sofa in Justin's shirt, cleavage practically screaming for attention, and covered in enough hickeys to make a Dalmatian jealous.
Completely ignoring her 'try-me' glare, I channeled Maya Sue, the original female lead, and started tearing through the bedroom like a tornado hitting a jewelry store.
This is valuable! This is worth something, and so is this! I eyed the ridiculously expensive watches and bling in my hands, practically drooling over the potential profit.
Called it! These novel male leads are always loaded!
I went full-on klepto, cramming those precious jewels into my pockets until they were bursting at the seams. Forget subtlety!
Claire Lynn, clearly not a fan of being ignored, huffed: Maya Sue, what on earth are you playing at?
Without even deigning to look up, I shot back: Honey, are you blind? I'm playing 'filthy rich,' obviously!
Claire Lynn eyed my oh-so-obvious love for bling with pure disdain.
You're playing it cool, but inside you're probably green with envy, aren't you?
Oh honey, didnt you hear? Your hubby, the one who promised to be all yours, went for round after round last night seven times, to be exact.
So?I slipped the last ring, a rock the size of a pigeon egg, onto my toe.
Claire Lynn looked genuinely confused.
You should be throwing a fit! You should be all over Justin Lancaster, demanding answers!
I mean, he is your husband.
Well, well, the bitch knows she's a bitch.I messed with the few sad watches left on the counter, and said with a total lack of interest, not even bothering to look at her.
Claire Lynn, absolutely fuming, tried to shove me to the ground.
I sidestepped, and she, bless her heart, lost her balance and ended up kneeling right in front of me.
Justin Lancaster bursts through the door to find me draped in Jewelry and watches, apparently forcing Claire Lynn to kneel before me.
Without a word, he storms over and grabs my neck, hard.
Your family practically begged me to take you in back then. Fine, you haven't let me touch you in all these years, whatever.
Why are you getting on my case? I'm just trying to get my needs met!
I couldn't shake him off, and as I started seeing stars, the bullet screen comments started flooding in again.
OMG, are the leads suddenly giving off couple vibes or what?!
The best romances are the ones with a little bit of realness mixed in with the fake stuff.
Alright, alright, this is some serious Melodramatic Fiction gold! That 190cm x 165cm height difference? Chef's kiss. Girl's definitely not seeing the ceiling during that.
Yep, just as I thought, classic Melodramatic Fiction. The readers are just here for the forced love between the leads, and couldn't care less about my accidental transmigrated self.
Seeing my gear scattered all over the floor, Justin Lancaster looked like he was about to murder someone.

Claire Lynn is basically a fairy female supporting character; if she doesn't get her ahem needs met regularly, she'll get all achy, weak, and possibly kick the bucket. Talk about drama!
And Justin Lancaster? Let's just say he's got a one-track mind and a very active libido.
So, with this setup, I, the female lead, am basically just set dressing. Thanks, novel!