MiuNovels

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. 

Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream.

“Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!”

“Like a game?”

“Uh . . . sure.”

“Great, I’m in!”

And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. 

Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style.

**[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads.  

The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience.

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[WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!]

“Then serve me . . . properly.”

The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars.

“Y-yes your majesty.” 

Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip.

“You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch.

“I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse.

Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?”

Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on.

"Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"

The Villains Must Win

Evelyn found herself sprawled on the cold stone floor of a dimly lit cell deep inside CROSS HQ.

The sharp scent of burning wax filled her nose, mixing with something more acrid—old blood, perhaps. Encircling her was a meticulously drawn pentagram, its edges traced in glistening ink, pulsing faintly as if breathing in time with the flickering candlelight.

She was shackled. Iron restraints clamped around her wrists and ankles, but it was the chain around her neck that truly sealed her fate. A spellcasting block chain—an insidious little invention that snuffed out a witch's magic like a candle in a storm.

Without magic, she was just another human. A particularly good-looking one, sure, but that wouldn't get her out of this mess.

Valerian Cross 5