Fallen_Void

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Cassius Lancaster was a fictional nobleman, best known for three things: a shiny uniform, a fiancée who never loved him, and a consistent streak of being publicly humiliated in every story route. In other words, he was the designated cuck of the game Academy of Roses.

Too bad for everyone, Cassius is now possessed by Arawn—a burned-out gamer who just tried to kill himself after exacting savage revenge on his sister’s cheating husband.

Waking up in the body of the most pitiful character in eroge history? Not ideal. Finding out his missing sister has also been isekai’d and is now pretending to be Cassius’s noble "sister" to avoid suspicion? Wild. Realizing she’s about to be married off in another forced engagement plot? Yeah, fuck no.

Armed with system powers(everyone has it), broken stats(for your average joe), and a big 'sister complex'(Not Incest) on steroids, Arawn has one simple plan: Live a peaceful life with his sister, for it he would, Break the rules. Shatter the narrative. And if anyone tries to play the protagonist? Use them for his own plans.

This time, the cuck’s got teeth. And he bites back—in the most painful ways.


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Warning: The MC is a villainous character, he is psychotic, manipulating, borderline insane and unhinged. So, please keep that in mind.

Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

But apparently, this place-stealing glorified mannequin had other plans.

She remained still—perfect posture, calm breath—and then, with a sideways glance sharp enough to slice air, she spoke.

"Stay away from Mia. You're not a good company for her."

My face crumbled into a scowl the moment those words hit my ears.

There was no temper in my voice—none of that fiery rage I usually displayed. No raised volume, no theatrics.

Like ice cracking beneath still water.

"Who the fuck are you to tell me that?" I asked.

It was a fact. A judgment. A threat barely disguised under a calm breath.

Because who the hell was she, really?

She sighed, almost dramatically, then tilted her head down, gathering fake sympathy before her gaze met mine again.

86. Confrontation