Bedet, who was called "Boss" while living as a commoner in the back alleys of the Otern Empire known as the "Snake Pit." One day, while fighting against a cult to save her friend, she meets her death. When she opens her eyes again, time has rewound 20 years, and Bedet finds herself as the precious youngest daughter of the Silkar family, the most prestigious house in the Otern Empire. "The missing Berdet Silkar... that was me...?" What Bedet has been given is the ego gauntlet [Comet] that she obtained by chance, the memories of her first life where she was dying, and only the face of a man who had kissed her respectfully. Time... more>> is running out. There's only one chance to set everything right again.

"If you've done wrong," I gritted my teeth while forcefully clashing my two fists together. Flames erupted from my colliding fists. It was Comet. It was clearly responding to my anger. "You deserve to get your ass kicked."

"Keep them breathing, Boss," Jut added dryly from behind. But his faint smile hadn't disappeared. I glared back at him. "I told you not to call me Boss."

"Honey, go easy on them when you beat them up."

"...You should just shut up." I took a big step forward. I could hear Jut's loud laughter behind me, but I didn't look back. <<less

Even though that regret is no longer needed.... more>>

***

She devoted herself to her loved ones until she became terminally ill.

She believed that she would be loved in return.

"Stop being so dramatic."

"You won't die from this much, okay? Stop whining."

"Crying again? You cry at everything. How annoying."

But what she received in return was only cruel contempt and a miserable death.

'No. I can't live like this anymore.'

Yet she came back again.

Even though she tried to escape even through death......

"I...... I'm sorry!"

"What...... should I do? What do I need to do for you to look at me?"

"Please forgive us. Give us just one more chance."

Why are they regretting it now?

***

While running away from those tr*sh, she saved a man who was her nemesis in her past life.

It was just to repay a past kindness, but......

"No, I can't watch you die again dedicating yourself to those people."

"......"

"So choose me this time. Love me. Even if you don't love me, stay by my side, please."

Why are you saying such things to me?

I no longer want to be loved by anyone. <<less

A daughter of a hanbok shop who held a needle faster than she learned to speak, reincarnated as a count's daughter!... more>>

'It's nice that I was reincarnated as the beloved only daughter of a count's family... but why is our house so poor?!'

To make ends meet, she continued the tiresome needlework even after being reborn, when an invitation arrived from a mysterious man shrouded in secrets.

Though it's a contract marriage, this man keeps drawing her attention.

'I have no choice. I must secure love and succeed as a seamstress too.'

Count's daughter Hilda's clothing revolution in the Lumina Empire! <<less

"My ideal type is a man who's big down there."... more>>

Celestia, the precious jewel of the Mason Kingdom.

To survive, she must receive yang energy—and her ideal type is... unusual.

First, he must have no greed for power. Second, he must be handsome. And most importantly—the third condition!

He must be big down there.

There’s only one man like that in the entire world.

Killian Merius Eustia, Duke of Eustia.

To stay alive, Celestia begins her bold and daring seduction.

"Take me. Sleep with me."

***

Killian Merius Eustia, Duke—he harbors an immense secret.

Once a month, on the night of the full moon, he is afflicted with a fever.

A fever that makes him endlessly crave, desire, and lust after one woman.

Only one person can cure him—Celestia.

But he cannot hold her.

Because Killian has one more fatal secret.

Will Celestia's bold seduction succeed? <<less

One random day, I suddenly possessed an extra in an R-19 angst Novel. I'm a minor teacher character fated to be killed for failing to awaken the male lead, who is Theodor, a terminally ill, obsessive tyrant.... more>>

To survive, I managed to awaken him and even cured his frail body while I was at it… but now, the male lead is acting strange?

“Where do you think you’re going without me?”

“Anyone who lays a finger on you, I’ll kill them.”

***

“Y-Your Highness… what are you suddenly… ?”

“See for yourself.”

“…W-what?”

Theodor grabbed Rosalyn’s hand and guided it down his chest, tracing over his firm abdomen. His body radiated a heat like he had a furnace burning inside him.

“My body is no longer weak like it was back in the Sifoc Palace, collapsing at the slightest breeze. So I want you to feel it and confirm it for yourself.”

The moment Rosalyn met his mismatched, mesmerizing eyes, a strange feeling of restraint coiled around her like a shackle. It was only then she suddenly remembered that Theodor was actually the male lead of this R-19 angst novel.

With the strong premonition that he would never let her go again, Rosalyn slowly opened her mouth.

“…You’ve gotten way too healthy.” <<less

The day I died, you finally called my name.... more>>

You hated me until my last breath.

I was nothing more than a discarded princess whom you were forced to marry — someone you never wanted.

And yet, without meaning to, I fell in love with you.

It was a love that I buried deep inside, never daring to reveal it.

But on the day of the accident, as death crept in, you held me.

Desperately.

As if you would rather have died in my place.

—

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer myself.

Three years had passed and I was living inside the body of a poor noblewoman who had foolishly dreamed of marrying you.

But the man I faced was not the same.

You were drowning in alcohol, shattered and ruined.

Even in a different body, your hatred found me again.

But this time, I won't beg for your affection.

This time, I’m prepared to disappear for good, never realising just how broken you’d become once you lost me all over again. <<less

"Prophesy that I’ll marry a witch."... more>>

Louisville, known as the "unlucky emperor," is called that because he’s either too perfect or too many bad things happen to him.

To him, marriage is just a way to break a curse, and love is nothing but a weakness.

"I’m Anier, a prophet who sees the future through dreams."

Then suddenly, a savior appears in front of him—Anier.

She saved him from danger with nothing but her own body. She’s never dated anyone before and has never once thought about marriage. She firmly believes in staying single.

"If you find the last witch, will you kill her right away?"

"No."

"Then… will you send her to prison and torture her first…?"

"I’ll marry the witch, just as the prophecy says."

"What?"

But Anier hears something that sounds like a proposal, even though it isn’t one.

Because she—of all people—is the last witch.

There’s no way I’m getting forced into marriage!

But this man… he’s kind, even though he acts a little cold?! <<less

I was born into the Desert Fox clan of beastkin—wiped out and left with a cursed fate.... more>>

I was exploited and killed by a wicked man who coveted the tears of desert fox beastkin, which were said to cure any illness.

Or so I thought...

"What? No way. I really came back to life?"

I'd returned—gone back in time to before that abusive bastard adopted me.

This time, I absolutely won't be fooled like an idiot!

Just then, the head of the Orca family, who appeared at the orphanage, became my savior!

She was looking for a boy to take her sick son's place in military service, so I raised my voice with confidence.

"I'll cure your son's illness and enlist in his place. In return, please adopt me!"

And so I became a man.

***

Playing the role of the Orca clan's second son wasn't hard.

"Bellian. Let's eat breakfast together."

A kind older brother(?), and a warm, dependable father.

"Bellian. If there's ever anything you need, just tell me."

A stern but tender-hearted mother.

It was the perfect life.

Well, aside from the white tiger cub who kept circling me like a predator.

"You... your nape smells sweet."

"Um, Adrian. Could you please remove your hand from my head?"

"Why? Afraid your ears will pop out if I pet you?"

I thought it was just idle curiosity at first.

But before I knew it, the white tiger had come close enough that I could feel his breath as he whispered sweetly.

"That's right, Bellian. I've realized... I'm into men now."

"W-What? Since when? No, wait—why men...?"

"How shameless of you, Bellian."

He kissed the ends of my short hair, brushing my ear as he sighed sympathetically.

"Since you're a man, I have no choice. But, no matter who you are, I'll like you."

...What the hell is this lunatic talking about?

Excuse me.

I'm a girl! <<less

“Please, can’t you trust me just once?”... more>>

When I pleaded, my husband didn’t listen to me. I understood him. After all, I was the daughter of his family’s enemy. Our marriage must have felt like a curse to him.

Even when I was sent to the enemy’s camp instead of his childhood friend, I tried to understand him. And then I realized: once love ends, there’s no need to understand him anymore.

The first love ended, leaving scars from the whip.

The hopes ended.

The painfully foolish time of hurting alone ended too.

Though I hadn’t expected that his coldness would end with it.

“Iella. I know this is far too late to say.”

When my husband knelt before me, I realized why he could be so cold.

“Please, just once, grant me the chance to make amends.”

When you don’t love someone anymore, no matter how miserable they become, it doesn’t matter.

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

When I realized not even a spark of love remained—

“Iella, let’s go back home.”

The brother who had treated me as an enemy came looking for me.

“Your brother is waiting for you.”

With the words that a family who treated me worse than strangers was waiting for me.

But I was already so tired. <<less

I’m obsessed with zombie stories. Truly.... more>>

If I ever woke up in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, I was fairly certain I’d be just fine.

As in, I’d survive. As a human, obviously.

That was the plan, anyway…

***

Um... just wondering, but do I look like a zombie to you?

“Grr... grrr grrrk?”

The machete guy gave his weapon a quick shake and narrowed his eyes at me.

“This one’s pretty chatty.”

Right. So much for that plan.

Who the hell expects to reincarnate as a zombie? <<less

"Live like a mouse for a year. Don’t try to do anything or stand out." ... more>>

I ended up entering a contract marriage with the man I had been secretly in love with. On the very day I was given a terminal diagnosis.

I thought it was for the best. Because someone as insignificant as me would at least get to be his wife for a short while.

I resolved to live quietly for a year and then leave without a trace.

As promised, I lived quietly in the estate.

"I never thought of you as my mother in the first place. So don’t get any hopes." Said his adopted son.

The children left behind at the estate were ones carrying deep scars.

I never intended to become a mother to them, either. After all, I was someone who would leave soon. But...

"I know. But have you eaten?"

At the very least, I needed to feed the children.

Gradually, I began preparing for the end.

Not knowing that my departure might drive him crazy. <<less

“Princess, you have to marry me.”... more>>

Sieghart Aschart.

The man who appeared out of nowhere one day effortlessly turned my life upside down.

With just one kind word, one graceful gesture—

I couldn’t help but fall in love with him.

Not realizing that love was nothing but a lie.

Ten times.

I gave up my life again and again, trying to escape from misery.

And each time, I came back.

“There’s no way that child is mine. Unless the princess had it with another man.”

“Isn’t it about time you realized? I never loved you.”

As I kept turning back time, my eleventh life began.

“Let’s get married.”

Back to the moment Sieghart first proposed.

But the man standing before me this time…

He had changed—strangely so.

“Natasha, there’s no way for you to escape me.”

“…”

“If that’s what you want… I will. Because I want you—even if you hate me with all your heart.”

As if trying to win back the woman who had already let him go. <<less

"If you don’t want to spend your life being mocked as a half-baked priestess, live like you’re dead as my wife."... more>>

Russelin Lavrenti, scorned by her husband Aydin for being a "half-baked" priestess, suffers a miserable fate at the hands of her husband’s mistress, Celia, who is the true priestess. After meeting her death, Russelin inexplicably returns to the past—before she was bound by Aydin Bert’s cruel constraints. Determined to change her fate, she seeks out a man and proposes a deal.

"So, you think you can help me escape, after failing to leave this place yourself?"

"Only if I’m not really a half-baked priestess, as you say."

Leonard Estere, a man who dares to chart his own path, unmoved by even the dictates of the gods, accepts Russelin’s bold offer.

"Whatever you desire, I’ll place it in your hands."

"...!"

"Hold on, don’t crumble. If it gets too hard, you can lean on me."

As this cold and indifferent man begins to stir her broken heart, Russelin also finds herself entangled in a deeper mystery. What she thought was a half-baked identity hides a truth at the heart of the legend of Ragnar.

"What I couldn’t accomplish, you will."_

"Because you are Ragnar’s only priestess." <<less

She was born the only legitimate daughter of a powerful marquess.... more>>

Blessed with charming looks and backed by the formidable authority of her noble house, it was only natural that arrogance took root within her.

Wherever she went, she was always the center of attention.

Crowds surrounded her, their eyes filled with admiration and their voices forever singing her praises.

Even when she reached the highest position a woman could attain, she believed it was only right.

That seat belonged to her.

No one could dare covet it.

No—she believed no one would ever dare.

But the moment her illusion shattered, her exalted throne turned into a blade—cold and sharp—tightening mercilessly around her neck.

Those who once worshipped her became ravenous beasts, turning on her with fangs bared, as if to tear her apart.

Even in her final moments, she screamed in fury and disbelief.

She cursed the world, coughing up blood.

That woman... was me. <<less

“Someone who knows me well enough that I can use them well without feel any guilt, and that’s you.”... more>>

With that bullshit, he proposed a two-year contract marriage: a poor estate, heavy responsibilities, and an uncertain future.

Considering all that, wasn’t it actually a grateful piece of bullshit? So, Renee willingly became the contract wife of her damned first love.

It was about two years ago.

“No, I don’t need an extension. Why bother for someone who’s starting anew?”

With a twisted smirk of disbelief, Alexander quietly looked up at the sky.

A new start……

He was muttering as if he was thinking over the words she said and asked back in an unpleasant voice.

“What are you going to do after divorce?”

“Now I want to live the way I want to. Go on trips and have passionate relationships. ah!”

Renee, who was looking at Alexander’s frowning brow, laughed nervously and added,

“I also want to try some wild nights in bed, something I never did with my fake husband.”

To truly face each other,

it was something they absolutely had to go through. <<less

She was the villainous woman who k*lled Prince Cheston Clifton.... more>>

She met her d*ath shortly after k*lling Cheston and caught up in her sister’s scheme.

She lived again.

She wanted to make amends for her mistakes in her previous life.

A mere contract based solely on trust.

An engagement solely to protect his life.

“Did you despise me so much that you ran away from me?”

The man, who said that they were just in a contractual engagement, has changed.

“Lady Whitney, have you not heard about how you shouldn’t show your back to the beast?”

He whispered, trailing down her neck slowly.

“It will make them want to bite you.” <<less

My death is not a testament to my love, but to my selfishness...... more>>

I prayed that he would not be hurt by my death.

Olivia, who saved her husband who was stabbed in place of the original female protagonist with her holy power and fell into a long sleep, demands a divorce as soon as she wakes up.

"Let’s end this now. The part of me that loved you died back then."

But...

"Have you grown to dislike me now?"

Her husband had changed.

"I'm sorry. I realized too late... This is my true feeling."

And he knelt before me.

"I love you."

Why is this happening all of a sudden?

Why is he so obsessed with me?

With the little life left, I just want to live on my own terms now. <<less

There is an old rumor about Alyssa Benoit, the Lady of the North.... more>>

A lord of a barren, demon-infested land.

A hideous and terrifying monster Duchess, cursed from birth.

Everyone thought so, even Alyssa herself.

Alyssa believed that the man who was forced to marry her would think the same.

Kieran Albrecht, the man who became her husband by the Emperor’s decree.

A beautiful nobleman, a person as different from her as heaven is from earth.

‘He will think I’m dreadful.’

Unable to bear the thought of her husband’s contempt, Alyssa tries to avoid him, but for some reason, Kieran keeps approaching her.

“May I have your hand?”

“I’m not angry. And I won’t be in the future either.”

His eyes devoid of malice, his kind words. Everything about him was unfamiliar to her.

Why are you so kind? <<less

I possessed the body of the twin sister who was set to marry the duke in place of the missing heroine. A fate doomed to end in tragedy—never once receiving love and ultimately being killed once the heroine returned. And not just by anyone, but by the very parents I adored!... more>>

To survive, I needed a protector until the heroine came back. The most suitable candidate was Ersivan Valencia, the male lead of this story—someone who despised me yet still found me useful. My plan was simple: conceal my true identity, let the marriage be finalized, and then, once the wedding night had passed, propose a deal.

But then—

"Go on, speak."

"...Pardon?"

"Tell me your real name."

"What are you talking about...?"

How had he seen through me?

"At the very least, I should know the name of the woman I am about to share a bed with, don’t you think, my lady?"

And of all times—right before our wedding night.

Soon, the heroine, Lillian, would appear. It was inevitable that Ersivan, her destined partner, would fall for her. Diana had to be prepared for it.

"Your Highness, if you ever fall in love with someone, please be sure to tell me."

"I will. But in return, my lady, you must promise me the same. If you ever come to love someone, you must tell me without fail."

And yet—

"Do you understand, my beloved Diana?"

There was something unsettling in the way his gentle gaze gleamed dangerously.

'That way, I can make sure to kill your lover.'

Something about this felt terribly, terribly wrong. <<less

“You’re not going anywhere. I’ve decided I’m going to have you.”... more>>

I’ve became an extra in the novel as the friend that triggered the line, ‘My friend’s dead!'

I fled from the original plot and got a job at the castle where the castle lord’s a shut-in. Everyday was peaceful until I discovered the lord returning late one night covered with blood.

“Whoops, looks like I’ve been caught.”

Eek! I thought the job was an easy gig, but it turned out to be the lair of the villain who went batsh*t crazy for the female protagonist and caused a bloody massacre!

I tried to escape to survive, but failed. I’ve no choice but to care for him in hopes that he might become slightly less batsh*t crazy…

“I have a fiancé.”

“It’s fine. You won’t have one starting from tomorrow.”

“What? Why?”

“He’s going to die later.”

What the hell were you saying, you lunatic!

“For now, we’ll just hold hands and sleep.”

He roughly pulled off his cravat while saying the most unbelievable things.

“If you want, I’ll go slower.”

“I don’t want anything.”

“Well, we’ll see. I’ll tempt you, so hang in there.”

“I don–…!”

However, he deftly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and his urgent breath that landed on my nape felt hot.

Why was this man behaving like this towards me instead of the heroine? Please save me. It seemed the villain had mistaken me for someone else! <<less

My brother, slated to be a member of the heroine’s reverse harem, died. The day before he was to join the Demon Resistance Army to save our failing family, no less!... more>>

Just as we were about to give up, a thought struck me: What if I enlisted in Erhan’s place? The Demon Resistance Army disguised itself as a special forces unit, but it was actually a massive, ludicrous reverse harem designed to find the heroine a husband. And my brother, Erhan? He was nothing more than a one-line extra among fifty potential suitors.

If I disguised myself as a man and served in his stead, keeping my head down for just one year, I could collect the enlistment bonus and save our family.

***

Drawing on my experience as a soldier in my past life, I blended seamlessly into the unit. But then…

“What game are you playing?” the original male lead snarled, burning with rivalry.

“Erhan,” the heroine of the reverse harem murmured, her eyes alight with interest, “you’re different from any man I’ve ever known.”

And to top it all off, “Look! It’s Erhan, the new number one!”

I was mistaken as the strongest in the unit, surpassing even the male lead. Perhaps I’d adapted a little too well. <<less

Inez was a s*ave tamed by the duke.... more>>

The duke believed that taming an unloved s*ave was no difficult task.

"Try smiling a bit prettier. Who knows? It might just stir my heart."

Caught whenever he pleased, and craving affection whenever he gave it—

That’s all she was to him.

A lowly woman, someone easy to toy with.

To him, ‘Inez’ was just that—a convenient, insignificant being.

Even though Inez knew he was always toying with her...

"This is the last time. Once you return, we’ll prepare for the real wedding."

She believed the duke’s sweet words—that he would give her a new life.

That’s why she could never quite run away from him.

Inez thought her life would never change.

Until the crown prince proposed to her one day.

"Miss Inez. Don’t you want to escape the duke’s estate?"

The noblest man in the land reached out his hand to her.

And wore the most enchanting smile she had ever seen.

"The engagement token the duke never gave you—I’ll give it to you myself."

The duke had no idea. That the ‘Inez’ he had mocked so easily…

Was a woman worth desiring.

That the woman he thought would stay by his side forever…

Would leave him so easily. <<less

"I love you."... more>>

Aira, the 'good wife' who gave everything for love.

Finally, at the moment when, thanks to her, he was about to become Emperor, Xavier approached her, blood dripping in front of her, and he whispered:

"...But a hero’s shoulders are always heavy. You have to bear anything for the great achievement."

The chilling sound of the sword being drawn from its sheath.

"Even the death of the woman who loves me."

The sword sliced through the air in a terrifying arc, taking Aira's life.

It was a brutal betrayal from the husband she had been with for seven years.

***

But the power of the holy relic she absorbed before her death sent her back to the time before their marriage.

Now, the stage for her revenge begins.

Her mother-in-law, who groomed her as a sacrifice for her son.

Her stepsister, who clung to her brother-in-law’s arm and smiled triumphantly at the last moment.

And, of course, Xavier, the husband who led her to her death.

They will all meet again, right in front of the gates of hell. <<less

"If my husband is going crazy, then it is my duty to help him come to his senses."... more>>

Mercedes, the bloodstained Crown Princess who mu*dered her husband.

"Why did you save me?"

"Because I’ve fallen for you."

As she awaits execution for the crime of regicide, the emperor of a neighboring empire, conqueror of the continent, appears before her and confesses.

"Survive. Your enemies are still alive."

To a woman everyone wished dead, he is the first to ever tell her to live. And he takes her to his empire.

"There is no corset prepared. His Majesty instructed that you wear only what is comfortable."

"Don’t think about anything else, just regain your health."

Everyone around him treats her with unusual kindness.

Somehow, it feels like her heart is starting to heal.

But the emperor seems to be hiding something.

"I hope you’ll accept my heart. My body... has its limits." <<less

"You remember the terms of our contract, don’t you?"... more>>

At the sound of Yulania’s cold voice, Santia gave a slight smile.

"Of course. We will make a fine duke and duchess."

For two years, they had lived as a married couple in name only, more distant than strangers.

They had spent that time suppressing each other and pretending everything was fine.

But the contract was already starting to fall apart.

"Instead of sitting around like this, why don’t you go out and find someone to date?"

"Date who, exactly?"

"Anyone. You’re quite popular, aren’t you?"

Santia responded sharply to Yulania’s remark.

"Is that really something a wife should say to her husband?"

The strict rules they had always followed between them collapsed without warning.

"Do you realize you broke your promise today?"

"What promise?"

"You didn’t come to meet me like you said you would."

Once their hidden emotions started to surface, their marriage could no longer be called just a contract. <<less