With a short life left to live, I just wanted to heal. But why is this baby following me? And the baby’s father is the villain of the original story?!... more>>

"At most, you have one year left to live."

Of all people, I possessed a terminally ill villainess from the novel’s ending. Exiled for treason on top of that—this was the worst kind of possession… or so I thought.

Wait, hold on.

People cook for me, serve me, and even give me land. This is amazing…?

So, I made up my mind. In this life, I would enjoy all the healing I couldn’t have in my past life! With my exile set in a peaceful countryside, all I had to do was enjoy my remaining days.

Or so I thought.

"Uhh… Ma!"

"Don’t whine. Can’t you see your mother is exhausted?"

Wait… I have a baby now?!

And the original novel’s villainous Duke is claiming to be the father?!

Before I knew it, this self-proclaimed father-and-daughter duo had entangled themselves in my life.

"I want you to desire me more—both in heart and contract."

"I’ll fill this place only with the things you love. So never, ever think about leaving, Odelia."

This ridiculously handsome candidate for the baby’s father keeps clinging to me.

Will my peaceful, healing ending even be possible? <<less

I possessed the role of a female protagonist.... more>>

But there’s a problem... 

“When women gather, dishes get broken, so be careful on your own.”

“Oh, really?”

This world was from a spicy adult novel. And the male lead is strangely individualistic? But he’s a crown prince, so is there no alternative?

Well... I was born with a diamond spoon. I was planning for a comfortable life.

But suddenly, I heard two unbelievable words.

“...Chicken and beer.”

...Chi— what?

As it turns out, I wasn’t the only one who got possessed in this place.

There’s—

A noble lady, who is the hidden power of the empire’s guild,

A fake lady of ducal collecting slush funds,

A priestess who sought refuge in the temple to avoid the regretful womanizer and,

A maid escaping from a reverse harem.

But why isn’t there a handsome, high-ranking man who can get along with me and twist the original story?

Unfortunately, my friends are either enjoying twisting their stories or waiting for my original story to begin...

To find the last member of the ‘Transmigrators Club,’ a masquerade ball was held.

And then a man appeared, having the perfect blend of my preferences!

A black-haired, cold, handsome man, and to top it off, he’s even my ultimate fan.

“Excuse me, would you like to have a chat with me?”

“Well, I came here because I was curious about Miss Lea in the first place.”

I thought I would have a lively conversation while enjoying his satisfying face, even if I didn’t get to eat him.

I was sure that was the case...

F*ck.

I’m doomed.

I, the female lead, had messed up.

Shouldn’t I have refrained from spending the night with another man...? <<less

“Saint, you must marry me.”... more>>

Klaus Geshturn, God’s adversary who sought more than what was permitted to humans. He proposed to the fallen saint who had become useless, bringing about the decline of the religious order.

“Through this, our Antagon will shed the image of a heretic, and you, Saint, will be free.”

The moment Azniel, who had once rescued a wounded, emaciated boy with jet-black eyes and radiant blond hair a decade ago, saw him in the handsome man before her, there was no way she could resist taking his hand.

A prenuptial agreement filled only with favorable terms for her, a grand mansion, inexhaustible wealth in gold and treasures, and excessive generosity.

‘You will surely become free.’

Azniel believed the boy had returned to keep the long promise

“I asked my wife for nothing from the start.”

Until she faced the husband who never stood by her.

“You truly desire nothing… right?”

Everything the perfect husband offered tightened her throat and drained her dry.

And so, after exhausting her last purpose, Azniel left her husband without hesitation. There was nothing more for him to gain from this marriage, which had been her salvation in the mire.

But why?

“Even if I am repulsive, live by my side and disdain me.”

Why did he desperately seek her out?

“Please, don’t say that I was wrong….”

Kneeling at her feet and sobbing bitterly. <<less

I possessed a character—a witch—destined to be burned at the stake by the very boy she ab*sed, who would later grow up to become a tyrant.... more>>

By the time I realized my situation, the boy’s stepmother—soon to disappear from the story—had already dumped the budding tyrant into my care.

“Commission poison for him? Use him for your experiments…?”

Sure, the original witch might have hated humans, but me? I’m just an ordinary person who wants to live a long, quiet life!

Sigh. Fine. I couldn’t risk sending the little tyrant-to-be to another witch who might actually ab*se him. The best I could do was raise him until he was old enough to fend for himself—and ensure he returned to the palace without getting too attached to me in the meantime.

Thus, I played my role half-heartedly, scolding him just enough to keep him wary but never actually mistreating him.

“You filthy little rat! Stay out of my lab! What are you lurking around here for with that grimy body of yours?”

“Wait, you’re bleeding… Don’t touch it! Fine, I’ll draw a bath for you. Just shut up, make sure there are lots of bubbles, and play with the duck while you wash up!”

And so, I raised the little tyrant with only words of scorn and seven years of reluctant care. And true to the original story, the would-be tyrant eventually escaped the forest and returned to the palace.

Six years later, news reached me that he had fully matured into the fearsome tyrant he was destined to be. Well, as long as he becomes a proper K-tyrant and works hard for the prosperity of our region, it’ll all work out, I thought.

But then, one fateful day…

“Arrest this witch,” came his cold command.

…The tyrant came for me, just as in the original story.

But instead of taking me to the stake, he brought me to his chambers.

“Lilithea,” he said, his deep voice curling around my name.

And instead of condemning me to flames, he issued a different kind of sentence.

“Now it’s your turn. You won’t take a single step outside this house, and you’ll live exactly as I command.”

“What…?”

“You always called me filthy, didn’t you?” His lips twisted into a smirk.

“W-wait!”

“Now, you’ll find out firsthand what filth really is.”

That night, I learned the meaning of fire and ruin—not from the stake, but from the tyrant himself. It was a night of consuming heat, where bone and flesh burned in a rapture I could neither escape nor endure… <<less

A mysterious guest arrived at the old castle of Tarnu.... more>>

He was the first outsider to be welcomed since the lord who went on an expedition 10 years ago closed the castle gates for his wife.

The young man, who came to deliver the mementos of the deceased lord, looked shabby, but his eyes glowed with a strange heat as he watched the madam under his tousled hair.

His deep green eyes were identical to those of the deceased lord….

Quiet and unassuming, as if he were invisible, he began to visit the madam’s room on stormy nights.

As if he knew what she was feeling on such nights.

─

“May I?”

He slowly caressed the area around that firm peak.

Though slow, his touch was inexplicably hot, making Ellenia think he was holding back a lot.

Unlike usual, he didn’t hide his young face, and his touch slowly traced her body.

“This place is dirty, cold, cramped…… I have this kind of body.”

His fingers, which had been teasing the tip of her breast, traced the waves of her sternum, lingered around her navel, and finally reached her bush.

Throughout all these moments, Edan’s gaze never left Ellenia’s.

Just receiving his gaze made Ellenia feel like he was penetrating her deepest parts.

That’s why she was already wet when his fingers reached the entrance of her core.

A sense of urgency filled Edan’s face, which had never looked away for even a moment.

"Ellie, I want to hold you."

The wet sound came from elsewhere, yet his dry eyes seemed to be filled with tears. <<less

Five years since being summoned to another world, Seo-ah had somehow managed to save it.... more>>

They were incredibly grateful, and now they wanted to send her back. She would even receive ample rewards.

But… does she really have to go back? There’s no one waiting for her there, and here, she had someone she loves.

“The summoning circle that brought you here is the same as the one for the reverse summoning. Both the caster and the summoned must be pure.”

The solution was simple: she just needed to lose her purity.

And as luck would have it, the caster of the reverse summoning was none other than the man she liked.

If she was going to give up her purity, what better way than to enjoy it with him?

The problem was that this man happened to be the High Priest, an icon of purity and virtue.

“Your Holiness, I… I feel… hot. Something’s strange… down there…”

“This is purely to heal you. There’s no other meaning here.”

She tried every trick to bring him down…

“Seo-ah, it would be best for you to rest deeply. When you wake up, everything will be fine.”

“Please feel free to use the bed on your own. I’ll be spending the night in prayer.”

Breaking through the wall of kindness and his iron will was proving anything but easy.

With the reverse summoning ritual drawing nearer every moment, can Seo-ah successfully win him over and find a way to stay in this world?

*

“I was determined to send you back. To your homeland, which you longed for so much—a place where you wouldn’t have to bear any burden. However…”

Somehow, his hands had wrapped tightly around Seo-ah’s shoulders and waist.

Holding her closely in his arms, he looked down at her bewildered expression, his blue eyes clouded with emotion.

Below, faint moisture glistened along his eyelids, a shimmer in the moonlight that gradually thickened.

“Seo-ah… Please, do not forgive me for this.”

He lowered his head and once again captured her lips.

As he closed his eyes, a tear escaped from beneath his silver lashes, tracing a line down his cheek.

—

*Setting/Genre: European Ambiance, Romance Fantasy

*Story Keywords: #DimensionalTravel #ReservedML #GentleML #StrongBoundaries #DirectFL #SeductiveFL #CheerfulEnergeticFL

*Male Lead: Ephelinus

A masterpiece crafted by the gods and revered as a saint in the Sacred Kingdom. He is the High Priest who, following a divine prophecy to summon the saint who would save the world, brought Seo-ah to this world. Having closely witnessed Seo-ah’s homesickness, he harbors a sense of guilt and is determined to send her back to Earth now that her mission is complete.

*Female Lead: Jang Seo-ah

Before everything that happened, she was just a normal Korean high school student, but then she was suddenly summoned to this world and hailed as a saint (in the physical sense). After fighting fiercely, she actually managed to save the world. As a reward, they’re offering to send her back to Earth… but no, she wants to stay right here!

*Perfect for: Those who want to see a pure and chaste handsome man tearfully give in to the female lead's charms.

*Quote: “I’m sorry… Even though I know it pains you, I just… I can’t stop.” <<less

My father brought the sub-male lead who would bring ruin to our family.
And to make matters worse, it's a child who is supposed to be my match...!... more>>

There is absolutely no room for a tragic ending.
In order to survive and prevent Mishael from beating me, I transformed into a flawless lady with whom no one could find fault with.
As time passed, Mishael, who grew up smoothly, left for the empire to become a priest as originally planned.

"...I actually have an incurable illness."

I was momentarily surprised hearing the shocking revelation that the sub-male lead, whom I raised with great care, has a terminal illness.

"I... It hurts so much here."

And it is said to be a disease that constantly flares up without warning, causing him great distress.
And so, I only lent a helping hand a few times to help him deal with difficult situations.

"Miss... What should I do now?"

Misha sobbed, pressing his cheek against my hand.

"I, who desired to become a priest, have dared to lust after a woman and have fallen into corruption.... Shouldn't the young lady take responsibility for someone like me?"

Me, why me?

"I feel like I want to kiss you right now and die..."

So, why me...?
Where did our gentleman go...? <<less

Chloe, who was happily married to the young prince of the neighboring country for the sake of the empire, suddenly returned to five years ago.... more>>

It wasn’t because of her death, neither was it because her past life had been painful enough for her to harbor any regrets.

On the first day of her return, her first-love, Demetrian, came to her at dawn.

‘I can hold this hand again…’

She was happy and excited to meet him again because she didn’t hear from him for so long.

“You can’t even imagine how thrilled I am right now.”
“I’d love to listen to anything you say, but…”

He acted like a completely different person as if he couldn’t hide his passion for her.

He spoke affectionately, his complexion was always delighted, and he acted like a person who wanted to spend more time with her…

He acted like a person who showed his love wholeheartedly.

It was unusual of him.

‘Perhaps…he went through the same thing as me?’

However, Demetrian was tied to an engagement promise made between families, and Chloe was pushed into a political marriage with the neighboring country for the sake of the empire two years later.

‘Well…our future is fixed anyway.’

But when she saw his affectionate eyes, his delicate lips, and sweet voice,

Chloe kept thinking differently.

She felt like their future was yet to be determined….

“I- I have a secret. I was….married to that prince.” <<less

‘Great work, reincarnation. Really.’... more>>

Is this a reward for not experiencing even a single bit of love in my past life? I have possessed the body of a frail princess in an unrealistic romance-fantasy Korean novel.

Who cares if I have no divine power?
I was born with a diamond spoon!
Since it has come to this, it’ll be bad if the original plot gets altered..

To maintain this peaceful life, I need to secretly help and foster the male and female lead’s slow-paced romance!

Without divine power I had to use others: I turned to the black knights to deal with the villains, help the male lead grow up without worries, stop the villainess’ destruction that will make the female lead cry, and block the villain’s hideous scheme!

I have been living harmoniously.

“It’s you again, Your Highness.”

“Yeah, it is me again. Must’ve been a shame.”

My actions have been discovered by the villainous second male lead!
But…

“…Are you going to meet with the Duke?”

“Despite your wariness of me, if you keep frowning your beautiful forehead like that… I will be sad.”

“…I thought I would be able to see Your Highness this way.”

The villain who is supposedly crazy about the female lead is obsessed with me?
Uh, what’s with that look?
Why… is your expression like that? <<less