Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

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As I entered the lavishly furnished bathroom of the seaside mansion, a sense of excitement filled the air.

The butler had spared no expense in preparing this bath, knowing my transformation needed careful attention.

The bathtub was a work of art, a gleaming marble basin that could comfortably fit two. It was filled to the brim with warm water, carefully regulated for comfort.

Imported oils and soaps awaited me on a marble slab nearby.

Their scents were captivating, a blend of exotic spices and delicate florals. Each bottle displayed intricate designs, showing their rarity and worth.

I added a few drops of scented oil to the water, watching it disperse its aroma.

With the care of an expert, I selected a creamy bar of soap that lathered easily, promising to cleanse and rejuvenate.

Relaxing in the fragrant water, I couldn't help but sigh with contentment.

The oils left my skin soft, and the soap banished the day's weariness. I closed my eyes and enjoyed a moment of relaxation.

After a while, I knew it was time to leave the bath. As I stood before the ornate mirror, I was taken aback.

My black hair framed a handsome face, and my skin glowed with vitality. My eyes, a shade of light gold, held a quiet intensity.

I traced my hand along my firm, well-defined body, a testament to my dedication and the Zendal bracelet's power.

In that moment, I felt reborn. The reflection in the mirror showed a nobleman of unparalleled allure, ready to face the world.

With newfound confidence, I wrapped myself in a plush robe and left the bathroom, ready to embrace the challenges and adventures beyond these opulent walls.

Once I had left the revitalizing bath and admired my transformed appearance, it was time to don a nobleman's attire that would match my newfound charisma.

The butler had prepared an ensemble fit for a prince, one that would surely command attention and admiration.

The outfit was laid out meticulously on the ornate four-poster bed. The garments were crafted from the finest materials, a testament to the mansion owner's wealth and taste.

First, I picked up a soft, white linen shirt with delicate lace cuffs. As I fastened the pearl buttons, a sense of elegance settled over me.

Next came tailored midnight blue trousers that hugged my legs, showcasing my strength.

A matching belt with a polished silver buckle completed the ensemble.

The velvet jacket, a deep sapphire, cinched at the waist, accentuating my frame. It was adorned with intricate embroidery, a testament to exceptional craftsmanship.

As I slipped into the jacket, I couldn't help but admire the luxury it exuded.

The velvet felt sumptuous, and the weight of the fabric was a reminder of the privilege I now held.

For footwear, polished black leather shoes were comfortable and impeccably crafted, the perfect choice for a man of style and substance.

The final touch was a burgundy silk cravat, tied in a simple yet elegant knot.

As I stood before the mirror once more, I marveled at the transformation.

The man who gazed back at me was no longer the overweight, unremarkable Zeph of the past. He was a vision of noble refinement, a man of stature and charisma.

With newfound confidence, I left the room, ready to embrace the challenges and opportunities that awaited me beyond the mansion's walls.

My attire spoke of power, elegance, and a determination to conquer whatever lay ahead.

Finally, the day of departure had arrived.freewebnov(e)l