“Your Majesty’s happiness is my happiness. How can I help you?”... more>>

Work as a Call Center agent

Overnight, I became the “servant” of the tyrant male lead in a romantic fantasy novel.

If you don’t give him the answer he wants within 3 seconds, he’ll execute you.

As the only henchman of the tyrant emperor, who changes his women every day, indulging in pleasure…

She has no intention of dying as the original. So, until the tyrant meets the female lead, she has to watch out for herself and run away.

Therefore, she started doing business to earn money for her escape

Saved a few ships to escape across the sea

She searched for the woman who could capture the attention of the tyrant and devoted herself to the education of his concubine.

Whatever the case, the remaining time until the fall of the empire is in one year.

I have to run away quickly.……

Surung—

The cold blade was pulled against my neck.

“Where are you going in such a hurry, Duchess Baloa?”

The tyrant has cut off my escape route. <<less

Since I was born, it was the first time I’d seen a man crying so gruesomely.
At his friend’s funeral, I fell in love with him at first sight and offered to marry him by contract.... more>>

“Please marry me, sir.”
Despite knowing that he loved his deceased friend’s wife, I’d thought that his heart, all withered and worn out over the years, might come to me. I was pretty s*upid.

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“Don’t be mistaken, sir.”
“Aelle.”
“I’m crying because I’ve been sad for the past years.”

Kyle Herace. He is the man I am married to and a war hero. From a young age, he was raised in a family with only titles but became an Imperial family.
He never lost his composure, and he rarely had an expression-filled face. <<less

"I am not the Eris you once knew," she replied, haunted by the specter of the villainess she'd become. Betrayed by her fiancé, the crown... more>> prince, and abandoned by those she trusted, she was driven by a singular desire: escape from the confines of this cursed narrative. Yet, as she resisted the role fate had scripted for her, a strange transformation took hold. Those who once spurned her now clamored for her affection, blind to her inner turmoil. But as she grappled with her newfound identity, she couldn't shake the lingering doubt: could she ever truly love a world that had forsaken her? <<less

There was an old rumor. That the young lady of a noble family had been blackmailed and yielded her body to her own servant on several occasions. A very old, thus forgotten by many, rumor. The southern social circles were busy dealing with the ever-emerging gossip, and over time, the leading families of the society also changed several times. That incident was occasionally mentioned in hushed whispers and gossip, but at some point, it was forgotten in people’s minds. But that rumor was the beginning of all this.... more>>

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“Why?”

“Ahng…unhg.”

“Do you want something?”

“Huu, heut… A little bit faster….”

Biting her lip, Belviana swallowed her words. Even after losing everything, her pride was all she had left. The shame of pleading with a man’s member in her lower mouth, a body pledged to modesty, brought tears to her eyes.

Aiden tenderly arranged the strands of hair clinging to her thinly-sweated face.

“You have to tell me exactly what you want.”

His voice, whispering in her ear, was sorrowfully sweet. She felt like she would die if she didn’t relieve herself right now. Yet, she could not easily voice her vulgar request. Her cheeks were flushed with red as she bit her lip, whispering out.

“…a bit faster, please, move…”

“Like this?”

“Ah… a little more…”

“You still need more?”

“A bit… more… Ah, ah! Yes, ah! Ah! Ah!” <<less