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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

I groaned internally, rubbing my face.

Whatever Siersha had done was still affecting me.

It wasn't enough to make me lose control, but it left an unsettling discomfort crawling under my skin.

[<It's just a basic charm. You can resist—>]

'You knew, didn't you?'

My irritation spiked at the feigned confusion in her voice.

'About Siersha. You knew she'd turn obsessed—'

[<And so did you. Don't pin everything on me. Since the day we met vampires, I warned you not to let them drink your blood.>]

I groaned, leaning my body against the wall.

'Was her condition supposed to be this serious?'

I knew she was supposed to have adverse effects, but this much?

Wasn't she supposed to be the calm type?

[<Are you actually concerned for her now?>]

[<Even subconsciously, you knew exactly what you were doing.>]

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