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Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Living a normal life is boring, but I was happy with what I had. Even when I spent most of my life in regret and misery, I lived because I had someone that I loved dearly. And that said someone took my life... But fate had different plans for me... As if death wasn't enough for me. As if the gods were mocking me. I got reincarnated into a hardcore romance game that I used to play. That too when the prequel game that I played the most ended twenty-five years ago. A game where death is everyone's mistress. A game that people either liked or hated too much. Now reincarnated into the body of the Villainess's son. I became someone that I hated the most... "Hahaha..." I laughed at my own misery. As if that too wasn't enough, I also became the slave of someone else's desires. Now, one might say a mother is a mother even if the world sees her as a Villainess. But what if your mother is the very incarnation of evil? That your mother is the hurdle that you have to overcome? What if your mother is the very reason you might die? Gentleness and love are the last things one could expect from her. "Hahaha..." Again, a hollow laugh escaped my lips as the realization dawned on me. That I have been... Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son... =============================== [Discord link:- https://discord.gg/5Vgw4JCrBW]

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[Brightest Star] [4]

"....What are you?"

She asked, tilting her head, her eyes blinking in astonishment as she stared at the wings.

"....."

I just looked at her, debating whether I should tell her about my lineage or not.

"Let's go."

But in the end, I held myself back.

Now is not the time for me to explain all of it.

My legs moved toward her, the extra weight behind my back made it hard for me to move.

Tiredness also filled my mind because these wings take up a lot of stamina.

Eventually, I stood in front of her, the distinct smell of her body engulfing me.

"Um, Az," she whispered awkwardly as I just stood close to her.

"Don't move much," I instructed, wrapping my hands around her lower waist.

Her skin felt soft under my touch. Her eyes widened, and a stupefied look plastered on her face.

"Az—"

"Stay still, or you'll fall down," I interjected, looking down at her bashful face.