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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...

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Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

In the gentle warmth of spring sunlight under the shades of a tall tree a silver-haired young girl hummed softly.

She leaned against the shoulder of a purple-haired boy sitting beside her, her small hands carefully sketching a scene.

"Is this all right, Shya?" the boy asked softly, fidgeting with the toy ring he wore on his right hand.

His left hand fingers gently stroked the white-haired girl who slept soundly with her head resting on his lap.

"Yeah." The girl replied nodding her head while smiling at him.

"B-but didn't he give it to yo—."

"And I am giving it to you." The girl replied shaking her head before focusing on her drawing.

The boy quietly looked at her before he continued to stroke the white haired girl.

"....Will you ask for it back?" he questioned after a moment of hesitation.

Shyamal paused her drawing, glancing back at him. "Why would I do that?"

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