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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

The question hung in the air, carried by a soft, melodic voice that commanded attention.

I sat in silence, my gaze fixed on the woman at the front of the lecture hall.

Yennefer Von Castia—our professor and a figure as intimidating as she was captivating.

She moved gracefully, pacing around the class with an air of authority.

Her long white hair, touched with a faint pink undertone, was tied neatly into a high bun, though a few loose strands framed her striking face.

She wore an elegant dress beneath a lab coat, an unusual yet captivating combination that somehow suited her perfectly.

Her sharp ember-like eyes swept over the sea of students as though she could see through every facade and mask.

Her presence alone was enough to keep the room silent, each of us waiting for her next words.

A stinging pain rushed through my finger, but I chose to ignore it.

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