Galaxy_Infinty

Akiyo Oshima was a successful man, with wealth, status, and a perfect life. However, by giving in to the temptation of betrayal, he awakened the wrath of the one entity he should have never angered—his girlfriend, Sayuri, who turned out to be Death itself.

As punishment, Sayuri cursed him. Akiyo was stripped of his identity, his form, and even his gender. In every world, a new body would be created for him, allowing him to inherit memories and a random aspect of personality. Now, he must live as Shizune Accursed. But her new existence was far from a second chance. Trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnations, Shizune awakens in different worlds, with no control over her fate. And in each of those worlds, there's always a Yandere she has met or will meet, whose obsessive love inevitably leads her to her death—whether by possessive love, madness, or simply the need to have her all to themselves.

Condemned to die over and over in the arms of those who love her in twisted ways, Shizune, in an attempt to understand the burden of manipulating others’ feelings, finds herself on a dangerous path. Will she survive and break this curse? Or will she remain forever trapped in a cycle where love is uncontrollable and always leads to death?

Whether in a fantasy, futuristic, or modern world, where anything can happen, the question remains: who is really on Shizune's side? Are they allies she can trust, or just more Yanderes waiting for the perfect moment to seal her fate? Among men and women, even within her own family, Shizune will need to figure out who she can truly trust… before it’s too late.




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My Curse? A Different Yandere in Every Reincarnation

After a few quiet hours of travel, I was taken to "my" house, the house where I live with my son. We went quite far as it took hours even with the car driving relatively fast.

At times I felt a slight pain with the movements like curves and speed bumps on the car's path, but I contained the painful groans as we moved forward.

"We're here, dear, home sweet home," he says as he gets out of the car and goes to get the wheelchair that's in the trunk. He soon comes to the door where I am and opens it.

He unbuckles my seatbelt, holds me by the waist, and places me in the wheelchair. At least the paved path will prevent me from feeling pain with the wheelchair's movements as long as he walks carefully.

"Sorry, dear," he apologizes, but he obviously placed the wheelchair on the road just to go up the small stone surface of the sidewalk.

Home sweet Home