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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:- pbcRgDx2Vc]

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[Blood Of Fallen] [10]

"...Do I have to be here?"

I asked, an uncomfortable look on my face as I glanced at the rows of dresses hanging around.

It wouldn't have been so jarring if it weren't for the type of dresses they were.

"What?" Christina asked, a cheeky smile adorning her face. "Are you being shy?"

"Not shy, just uncomfortable." I replied, shrugging as I looked around.

"How does this look?" Christina asked, grabbing a short black nightgown and showing it to me.

"Looks alright," I mumbled as she held the dress close to her body to examine it.

The gown was so short that if she wore it, I could see everything below her thighs.

"Are you imagining something?" she asked, making me flinch.

Noticing that, her cheeky smile widened as she walked closer.

Invading my personal space, she leaned closer, whispering softly in my ear, "Wanna see me wearing it?"

"....No," I replied, barely controlling myself from agreeing.