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

"Ambush!" one of the hunters shouted.

Figures emerged from the swirling snow, their eyes glowing crimson against the pale light.

They were fast—inhumanly so. In an instant, they were upon them. Valerian's sword was already in his hands as he met the first attacker, his blade slicing through the air with lethal precision.

The vampire dodged, fangs bared, but Valerian was quicker. He drove his weapon forward, piercing through the creature's chest before twisting the blade and yanking it free.

The vampire crumpled, its ashes staining the ice.

Another came at him, but before it could strike, Evelyn flicked her wrist, and the air crackled with dark energy. A gust of shadowy force slammed into the vampire, sending it flying back into a jagged ice formation with a sickening crunch.

"You're welcome," she called over her shoulder, smirking.

Valerian Cross 28