I reincarnated into a game—... more>>

but of all roles, I ended up as the younger sister who bullies the heroine… and dies for it.

There’s no way our lovely flower-like older sister should be stuck in a tragedy like this!

So I decided to protect only my sister and escape the original storyline.

“Here, Lillian. Your doll.”

Then our father went and tossed the male lead at my feet.

It already feels like a doomed beginning, but no matter what—

I will NOT let the male lead ♡ heroine love line happen!

“You’re eyeing Lillian’s stuff again, aren’t you?! He’s mine! I’m the only one who gets to play with him!”

To keep the leads apart, I showed off every ounce of my obsessive villainess act.

And I was just struggling to survive this miserable world with my frail body…

but then—

“The junk—uh, machine—made by the Lady is a revolution!”

Looks like I accidentally shook the world with engineering.

And maybe I stirred things up a little too much while gathering materials and funding?

Because the people around me… started acting weird.

“Why did you hide your illness?”

“Anyone who touches you—I’ll hunt them to the ends of the continent and kill them.”

My jerk brothers started clinging to me,

“I’ve gathered every medicinal herb in the North. Live, Lillian.”

Even my ruthless father seems to have completely turned over a new leaf.

And then there’s this:

“Trying to run away? Go ahead and try again. I’ll keep showing you that no matter how hard you try, Lillian, you’ll never escape me.”

…Why are you saying lines like that to me, you crazy male lead?! I just wanted to peacefully retire from this dark original story and live quietly with my bunny-like little machines…

Can I even succeed? <<less

My handsome, overpowered dad, who only ever cared about me, ate something strange and turned into the Demon King.... more>>

He used to be the sweetest, most doting father, but now he’s the final boss?!

Because of this, my dad is fated to be killed by the male lead, and I’m destined to die lonely while mourning him.

At that moment, I returned to the past and realized that this world is actually a game!

I couldn’t prevent my dad’s descent into darkness, but no matter what, I must turn him back into his original self.

If I succeed, I can get my loving dad back, right?

For now, I need to get close to the male lead, who’s destined to kill my father…!

So, I became a Holy Knight and even managed to be adopted as the ward of the Pluto Ducal House—the male lead’s family.

…The problem is, I’ve become way too strong.

As long as I get along with the male lead, my dad might avoid being labeled as the Demon King.

“But that’s strange.”

“…What is?”

“Your lips… they’re heart-shaped.”

“W-what? Don’t look at my lips!”

At that, the male lead tried to avoid my hand and ended up rolling under the bed.

“Ahhh!”

“…?”

He’s supposed to be the strongest person who’ll one day kill my dad,

but for now, the male lead is just too cute. <<less

Theresia Oblene, eight years old.... more>>

As her dead mother’s things which she left were taken hostage, she was threatened by her wicked biological father and was forced to be adopted by the Ghost Duke family.

“But he only told me to go to be adopted, right? He didn’t tell me not to have this adoption undone, did he?”

Now that it has become like this, I’ll leave my name behind as the fastest child to get a dissolution of adoption in the history of the Empire.

***

An heir’s duty? What’s that? Is it something to be eaten?

It was my plan to become a lout and get kicked out on purpose.

Until I met the Ghost Duke who was cursed.

[Let me do this kind of thing as a parent, Terry.]

[I will become the Miss’ wooden horse!]

[Thank you, Miss!]

The Duke is too kind, and the employees are too sweet.

If so… then change of plans!

I decided to raise the Duke Family which is doomed, and buy the whole Viscount family.

Shouldn’t I use the ability to see ghosts at times like this?

But…

[Hey, you. If you keep pretending not to know…]

[I will tell the ghosts of the mansion that you can see ghosts.]

My ability was found out by some teddy bear that was possessed by a ghost.

Will… I be able to survive here safely? <<less

Disturbingly pure white hair and red eyes.... more>>

Lucienne is a girl who has been treated as "unlucky" both in the orphanage and among the wandering groups.

The Duke of House Winfield comes to her aid.

"Help my son. Ah, forgive me. I don't know what to say..."

Though I did not know what he wanted, for it had become a will,
but the little Duke Benedict gave me a place beside him.

"I will cherish you, whom my father saved".

Becoming Benedict's friend, confidant and companion,
For the first time in her life, Lucienne found happiness in the "home" she was allowed to be in.
Until she realised the meaning of the Duke's last words.

"To free Benedict from the curse that seems to burn his body..."

Lucienne had to die at Benedict's hands.
Then she was ready to die.
At the hands of her beloved.

"Please accept my death, Benedict." <<less

“I am Lady Glasster, treat me accordingly!”... more>>

Aiden Fitzroy, the illegitimate child of the former emperor bearing the scars of war, and Anje Glasster, forced into an unwanted marriage,

“Now, aren’t you Mrs Fitzroy? Moreover, I’m not spending time with you because I like it.”

A farm surrounded by nature, a quaint rural village, and everything that doesn’t suit her taste. Among them, the worst is Aiden, who treats her like a pest.

“Just wait, I’ll deceive you and escape from this farm!”

But at some point, both his attitude and her feelings begin to change.

****

“So what you’re saying is that you didn’t think I was beautiful before, but you do now?”

“Ah……No, even before.”

With an embarrassed voice, Aiden mumbled like he had a thorn in his throat, but eventually, he managed to finish his sentence; though he had to squeeze his words out.

“Even before, I thought you were beautiful.”

“………Sir, your ears are red.”

Everyone thought this marriage marked the downfall of Princess Glasster, but was that really true? Was she really falling? <<less

‘Anything beautiful belongs to me. Every last piece.’... more>>

Louisa Messena, the scandalous villainess from the ruined Duchy.

From a young age, she was surrounded by finery and immersed in the arts, raised with opulence as her norm. Even after her house crumbled, she clung to the remnants, gambling, drinking, and drowning in excess.

She chased beauty with a hunger.

And what she adored the most were men.

Charming. Striking. Irresistible men.

But that hunger for perfection would one day script her downfall, ending in her public execution.

—That’s the legacy tied to the body I now occupy.

But frankly, that tragic tale held no meaning for me.

I didn’t care about romance novels or soul possession. My world was built around one obsession.

And that was performance.

Because in my reality, only the script, the stage, the cast, and the crowd mattered.

“If kissing me is what you want, just say so, Director. That’s why you cast me as the male lead and played the heroine yourself, right?”

The ever-defiant, dangerously flirtatious actor...

“As I thought… you’re someone who could only ever love the stage. But that’s fine. Use me as you wish. I won’t resist, I’ll let you.”

And as for the fiancé who blurred love with obsession, he was never the real plot. <<less

└[I’m part of the advance team that’s read up to today’s latest chapter. If you like clichés, I recommend it.] ... more>>

On the brink of death, I suddenly began to hear these things called “comments.”

└[♪♩~ All those ♪♬~ child-abusing counts ♩♪ should just drop dead.]

They seem to sing pretty well… must be some kind of fairy.

└[Is this really a parenting story? It’s felt more like a survival tale for a while now.]

└[Please let this become one of those mother-in-law bonding stories.]

└[Nope, the saintess needs to awaken and head to the temple—let’s gooo]

└[Ugh, totally misled by the keywords.]

They keep trying to fit my life into something called “clichés” they’ve seen somewhere before.

└[Another regression arc… Even the reason for it feels overused. I’m out.]

└[Leaving quietly is proper manners, don’t you think? ^^..]

└[This is way too frustrating. I’m getting off here.]

└[Looking for catharsis here doesn’t make you smart—it makes you a psychopath.]

└[The villain is stressing me out. I’m done.]

└[Here comes the professional quitter again.]

Every day, these “comment fairies” ride in my head, endlessly boarding and quitting.

So to show them what a proper exit looks like…

I leapt right off the carriage.

“I’m stepping down!” <<less

"It was something hard to obtain, wasn't it? Wouldn't it be troublesome if you just died?"... more>>

I found myself reincarnated into an R-rated romance fantasy novel. As Fiorentia, an illegitimate daughter with a terminal condition, I was doomed to wear a mask for the rest of my life after having my face stolen by my half-sister.

'Who said I'd just die quietly?'

I pretended to cower before my half-sister while secretly aligning myself with the male lead—the very man who would one day annihilate this wretched family.

"I'll take care of this beast."

With the intention of later demanding repayment for my kindness, I took him under my wing and soothed him.

"Shh. Theo, be good, okay? Stay still. You need to listen to me."

I helped Theodore retain his sense of self and reminded him, "Remember clearly how much effort I put into helping you. You have to pay me back later. That's only fair."

Once he was strong enough to protect himself, I even helped him escape my sister's grasp.

And then, four years later—

Just as in the original story, Theodore returned. To massacre the detestable Marcellas.

Fiorentia had been certain he would never recognize her.

Until he wrapped his arms around her from behind, buried his nose in her neck, and inhaled deeply.

"As if I wouldn't recognize you."

She had protected his sanity, and yet—

"I remember every single effort you put into me, down to the last detail."

"So I took everything. Just as you said, to properly settle the debt."

"In the perfectly fair way you liked so much."

Why does he seem... slightly strange? <<less

Why—... more>>

“Aren’t you going to tell me I’m pretty today?”

How did he go from a pure and reserved man to a bold, straightforward seducer?!

***

“Pretend to be the young lady and maintain the engagement for just three months.”

I got thrown into an R-rated reverse harem novel and possessed a side character, only to watch the female lead die right in front of me. To make matters worse, her family demanded that a commoner like me impersonate a noble lady.

I was ready to refuse without a second thought, but—

“Once the contract is completed, you’ll be paid five million Mint in full.”

It was enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life. My debt-ridden commoner’s body reacted faster than my mind.

…Deal!

***

It was supposed to be just a small whim. I thought I’d help my pitiful fiancé open his eyes a little before I left.

But why on earth—

“Aren’t you going to tell me I’m pretty today?”

The reserved, innocent man I knew had turned into a bold, straightforward seducer!

“Your Highness, you’re not supposed to be like this!”

“I’m trying to make you fall in love with me, Cynthia.”

The violet eyes that had always been hidden beneath his eyelids now gleamed darkly.

“So hurry up and fall for me, Cynthia.” <<less

In a 19+ rated reverse harem novel, Melody is a nameless extra who gets caught by the villain and works herself to death. When she realizes that she is that very character, she tries to escape immediately, but…... more>>

“Do you already know who I am?”

"Green hair. Green eyes. Magical tool developer at the temple. I plan to learn more details starting now."

The Duke Theonis had already come to capture her. However, the more time Melody spends with him, the harder it becomes to hate him.

“Do you think I feel pain from a mere wound like this? Stop wasting time pretending to care and get back to your work.”

His harsh words are just a cover for his expectations,

“The wound... bothers me. Precisely because I don’t feel pain. It’s laughable, really.”

A man who’s lived his whole life without knowing warmth from others, unfamiliar with receiving anything.

“Touching someone used to feel revolting… but now it gives me this warm and strange feeling.”

His life was pitiful and sorrowful.

She wants to share more warmth with him. <<less

“ Your curse, I’ll solve it. In exchange, please accept me as a bloody traction.”... more>>

From the information of the original story she learns the reason of her mother’s death. Lobelia realizes her own situation, deprived from her everything and driven her into becoming a villain, decides to take revenge.

She escapes out of the hands of an uncle who wants to control and tries to get back her share.

She went to Duke Ferrado, who is known to be dangerous, and made her suggestion

“I know a better way. I’ve been thinking about a contract relationship. How’s it?”

The man comes up with an unexpected reverse proposal. Lobelia shakes off the money line of her uncle with his support.

In front of her, the heroine of the original story and the daughter of the enemy appears as her rival.

“Sister, why in the world did you change like this?”

Will Lobelia be able to complete her revenge?

She said, “When it’s all over, I still want to be with you.”

And can she have a happy ending with the man she woos? <<less

Meet Aisha, the 5-year-old spy raised by the Pose Family.... more>>

“Your first mission: become the missing daughter of Duke Calypse Kreutz.”

Inside her body, deployed to bring down Duke Calypse Kreutz…

I, who died from overwork, have entered.

I can’t die like in the original story, pretending to be a fake daughter!

Day by day, striving to break free from the life of a spy, revealing the whereabouts of the real daughter, and being acknowledged as an ally in various ways.

Even choosing a foster father to avoid returning to the Pose Family.

“With my abilities, I could even become an S-class mercenary. What if you try nurturing this golden seed called me?”

As the most familiar gardener at the Kreutz Mansion!

And finally, the day when efforts bear fruit and an adoption application is received.

“Now, it’s time for a formal introduction.”

Why does the old man, who took off his usual robe, look so handsome?

Why is his room so magnificent, like that of a noble, and why are people kneeling as they come in?

“…Sir, who are you?” <<less

Flowing golden hair, a body tracing graceful curves, a beauty that lingers in the air like a fragrance.... more>>

Those who had been momentarily bewitched by her angelic appearance all spoke in unison.

Angela Bilton was a demon that had crawled out of hell.

Perhaps that resentment had piled up so high it reached the heavens.

"I'll plant a beautiful flower garden in your desolate heart. If you want to live, if you don't want to die... sprout, bloom, and bear fruit."

Ever since she heard those ominous words in a nightmare, Angela felt excruciating pain in her heart every time she committed an act of evil.

And yet, habits ingrained over long years were not so easily broken.

There was only one person who could change her—

"Lady Bilton. Do not test my patience. Even I have my limits."

The one thing she wanted in this world, the only thing she longed to possess—Kalian Florence.

Yet the cold-hearted man knew nothing of the sacrifices Angela had made for their engagement, offering nothing but reproach.

"Even you, my lord, do not trust Lady Angela?"

At least, until the day an ally finally appeared for the woman who had become docile from pain. <<less

'Seonnyeo-ya. You resemble me, so you must help people.'... more>>

Faced with Mom's teaching, I always resolved.

That I wouldn't live as a shaman like Mom.

The place I arrived after ultimately dying trying to escape the gods,

Was a Western romance fantasy world where such resolutions were unnecessary!

But...

[Can you hear my voice? From now on, you are the Saintess appointed by us!]

No, why are the gods here calling me Seonnyeo (Fairy/Saintess) again!

[His deceased grandmother is hovering around that man.]

"Our James, have you been well?"

"G-grandmother...?!"

Showing off a flamboyant wrist snap, I swung the bells.

"That woman you plan to marry... Absolutely not!"

In my past life, I rejected this kind of life, even dying because of it.

Why on earth am I doing this...?

Besides, I went to meet the Emperor as the gods instructed, and the killing intent he exudes is no joke.

"Claiming to be the Saintess, who appears only in ancient legends. It's not even child's play."

...To prevent the world's destruction, I have to persuade this man?

Why, of all people, someone who detests religion! <<less

I was a rabbit shapeshifter who couldn’t even transform into a human by my coming of age ceremony.... more>>

My family said that I was just a half and placed me in a basket…

“You’re crying? Go on, cry more.”

I was then picked up by a black panther with a mean personality.

“You’re lacking in stamina. I’ll eat you the day after tomorrow, so keep trying.”

This fierce beast.

Staring at my trembling face, the black panther’s eyes glistened.

“Seems like I just felt thrilled.”

Mom, I think he’s crazy!

To survive a fairly crazy black panther.

“The wild beasts are possessive, no matter what it is.”

….Is it possible? <<less

“You’re the older sister — just let it go. Can’t you do even that for her?”... more>>

Irene has always been living in the shadow of her ill and frail sister, Riel. She believed that she could and had to do everything for her family… until Riel stole everything from her.

After realizing that there is no place for her in her home, and that she was never loved by her family, Irene decides to do her utmost to become independent, and in doing so, crosses paths with Noel Kristen, a man who has been subjected to a much similar fate…

“We may be able to save each other.” <<less

‘I possessed the female lead who runs away after becoming pregnant with the male lead's child.... more>>

I know the original story, so there’s nothing to misunderstand!”

So, I decided not to run away and instead seduce the male lead...

“Quite a convincing act."

My pretense of being the tragic original female lead was immediately seen through.

“It seems my wife isn’t in the condition for a boat ride.”

My desperate attempt at skinship to earn the female lead’s buff was brutally ignored.

“Am I truly doomed?”

After a moment of despair and grueling effort, I improved my relationship with the male lead and confessed about the pregnancy.

But then.

“The child.”

With the same hand that had gently caressed Dahlia's belly, he softly cupped her cheek.

“This way, I’ll have no choice but to kill you myself.”

The warmth of his hand on her cheek felt chilling.

“Don’t you agree, my wife?”

…I should’ve just run away. It seems I’m totally screwed. <<less

[Was it you, the woman who killed my sister?] ... more>>

When I regained memories of my past life, I found myself as the main character in a tragic novel. A woman who killed her husband's mistress—only to be brutally mu*dered by the mistress's younger brother.

I only saved that woman to avoid him.

"You are my sister’s savior? Then please, stay as long as you need. Until you find a place to live after your divorce, consider this mansion your home."

I ended up entangled with the very man who was meant to kill me—with a sword pressed against my throat.

If marriage was a grave, then I had to walk out of it, even in death.

"So, a child from a vulgar, low-class upstart family has joined this prestigious family of scholars."

"If you can't even understand that a man sleeping with other women a few times is normal, what are you going to do?"

"Sister, he says he loves me. Could you give him to me?"

From my mother-in-law’s cruelty, my husband’s betrayal, to my younger sister’s deceit—divorce was my only choice.

After the divorce, I planned to leave as promised.

But when did things start to change?

"Tell me the truth. Stop hiding behind that smile, like you always do."

"……"

"Are you going to cry alone again?"

The man who had always been as cold as the northern wind… had begun to look at me with warmth, like a gentle breeze. <<less

“This bit*h is not my daughter.” ... more>>

Ariel was born in the Marquis family but she was ab*sed and abandoned by them. She ended up a miserable death filled with endless misfortune. When she woke up, she was nine years old again. In order to not repeat the miserable life, Ariel decides to have a contractual marriage with the son of the grand duke, Lakatyer, who is famous for blood and madness.

“Good, Ariel. Now you are the Lady of this house.”

“But I just married yesterday…”

“The Grand Duchess is not here so you are the Lady of this house.”

Ariel responds, clenching her fists, “I will do my best.”

“No, you don’t need to do your best. The house is all yours. So just think of how to enjoy it.”

Why is everyone so nice to me?

“Speaking of which, what are all these keys?”

The housekeeper glanced at the keys and laughed.

“These keys are for the treasury of the grand duke’s family.” Yeah? What do you…?

‘He said that I can use all of them as I please because there are all mine?’

Ariel just barely understood the situation barely and surprised. Wait… it means he left all his treasures to me even though I’m just ten years old? She was confused, why does she have the repository keys of this house? Will the house be fine with this? <<less

Her family used all their money for her extravagance and luxuries and brought a crisis of bankruptcy.... more>>

While trying to figure out how to pay off their debts, she found a leaflet from the duke looking for a lost child.

The reward is so much money that you can play and eat even after you pay off your debts!

Following the memories of reading this book, right away, Lizelle picked up the boy who was caught in a tr*sh in a poor village.

She took the lost Lapel and went to the duke.

“This is the child the Duke is looking for.”

Duke Chester said, looking at me with a doubtful glance.

“I need confirmation, so you should stay with my child in this house for the time being.”

The strange cohabitation of the three people started like that.

However, Lapel keeps thinking of me as a mother and won’t let her leave.

*

“Let’s get married.”

Lizelle was startled by the unexpected words.

“Are you insane? Did you drink?”

“1 year. If you perform a contract marriage for one year, I will pay you 10 times the amount of the rewards you were given.”

“Can I call you honey?”

And the contract marriage and marital life began.

But why are my eyes constantly changing?

Why do you keep coming every night! <<less

I’d transmigrated into the body of a noble lady who used to steal supplies and run away in a zombie-themed romance fantasy novel. Even worse, I was the only sister of the main culprit behind the zombie outbreak.... more>>

Whether I tried to escape or chose to stay, I was destined to die as a traitor. So, I decided to save the male leads first and earn my pardon...

However.

“At the very least, you could serve as a shield.”

The distrustful #MadDog Crown Prince.

“What makes you think I’d cooperate with you?”

The #Aloof Duke who severed ties with me in the childhood.

“What could you possibly do for me?”

The sharp-tongued #Stern Tower Master.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can accompany you.”

The peace-loving #Gentle Prince of the East.

No one told me they were all so precious gems! Now, on top of managing them, I had to conquer new obstacles.

‘This useless brother of mine!’

I think I’d uncovered a secret that wasn’t revealed in the original novel. Along with a path of endless hardships. <<less

“I heard you have lived your life as a saintess… Do you know of the matters of the night?”... more>>

Beryl, as a saintess, bears the duty of visiting the demon family to purify them.

After two lives and two deaths, she finally seeks out the true demon, carrying within her a desire for vengeance against humans more demonic than demons themselves.

“You said you wanted to learn about desire… On your first night, I shall gift you a night so unforgettable, even the gods will be forgotten.”

Yet the demon she faces in person is utterly sinful, blasphemous, sweet, and addictive. <<less

I’ve been reincarnated as the lowest-ranked extra in a game.... more>>

Everything was going well until I was born as the only daughter of the most prestigious Duke family.

[…]

[●Fate: You will be brutally mu*dered by your father on your 9th birthday.]

What? Is this my actual fate? Dying at the hands of my father at the age of 9?

If I can’t avoid it, I’ll overcome it!

A princess’s thrilling second life adventure of overcoming a deadly fate and defeating the demon king!

‘I’ll befriend the main character and defeat the demon king!’ <<less

Yu Bom lost her mother and brother in Dungeon.... more>>

I fell in a sudden accident while trying to strengthen my will to live on the Han River bridge, and I woke up with a moment of crisis-

[Class: Awaken as ‘Campsite Owner’]

…Campsite? Are you kidding me?

A campsite was established in the S-Class Dungeon.

In addition, I was stuck in the playground of the system.

I have no choice but to set up a campsite…

“You are my lifesaver, so I will be the Master’s dog from now on.”

“I’ve been keeping an eye on master since the beginning. Please join our guild!”

“Here’s an additional Smore kit~”

You guests, why aren’t you going back! <<less

A command was given to Betty, a maid of the Charte Ducal House: ... more>>

“Write a letter for me.”

The letter was to be sent to Deyvan, the Grand Duke, who was engaged in marriage discussions with the Lady of Charte.

Initially, it was merely a matter of pretending to be Lady Charte.

[My injuries are not significant enough to cause you concern, so please do not worry.]

But after realizing that the Grand Duke was carefully reading the letters she wrote, Betty began to pour her genuine feelings into the correspondence.

[I will await the day Your Grace returns.

I pray for your continued well-being.]

As Ian, the Grand Duke, traced the sentences on the paper with his fingers, he murmured, “I must finish this war before the year ends.”

To someone without a family to return to, the end of the war had always symbolized nothing more than the conclusion of duty.

But this time, it was different.

He wanted to meet the warm and sincere person behind these letters in person.

Yet, Ian did not know.

When he faced the Lady of Charte again, he would be met with unfamiliar, wary blue eyes.

“Still, it’s a relief to know you are safe for now.”

And that he would find himself unable to look away from the gentle brown eyes of the maid, Betty.

Will he discover the true author of the letters? <<less