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A Therapist in an Otome Game is Weird, but Oddly Fitting

Tác giả: Wallass
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What is A Therapist in an Otome Game is Weird, but Oddly Fitting

Đọc tiểu thuyết A Therapist in an Otome Game is Weird, but Oddly Fitting của tác giả Wallass được xuất bản trên WebNovel.Cale, a therapist, with little to no memories of his former life apart from his profesional skills as a profesional therapist with years of experience on the field, reincarnates on an Otome game, havi...

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Cale, a therapist, with little to no memories of his former life apart from his profesional skills as a profesional therapist with years of experience on the field, reincarnates on an Otome game, having no idea that is an Otome game. To make matters worse, he only recovers his memories on the moment his fiance, the kingdom's princess, cuts off their engagement due to how scummy he was. So, like a reasonable person, he takes a breath, and proceeds to do what he does best, and begins her threatment...in a world that has no idea what psychology or therapy even is. "I wonder if the concept even exists?" Read further, and please enjoy. __________________________ Just for your information, and to add some info about the author, I AM a clinical psychologist. Though I may have my bias, so, please take everything written here with a pich of salt. Also, english is not my mother lenguage, so please be patient.

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