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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

As we stood together in front of a big gate, a grumbling voice echoed beside me, making me glance at Chubby.

"Come on, I paid for your ticket," I replied as the gate opened up, and the guard saluted me.

he groaned in frustration, walking behind me. "Paying five times the usual price for a teleportation portal wasn't necessary."

"But that's the fastest way we could reach Polarral Earldom," I shrugged, looking around at the garden along the only road that led to the mansion.

"I talked with the principal. He gave permission, now shut the fuck up."

He meekly nodded as I spat, glaring at him.

But then again, he wasn't wrong; we skipped half of today's classes just to be here.

Taking out my phone, I looked at the time. We can go back to the academy before curfew, which will be at ten tonight.

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