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Trapped In A Reverse Harem Otome Game: My Junior Sister Is Villainess

作者: YourAverage_Reader

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章 1: I Still Prefer Truck-Kun...

"Cromwell, huh? Damn, I wanted it to end with Gust. At least he felt more genuine. But whatever, I don't fucking care anymore."

I just wanted to end this trash game.

My lifeless, bored eyes stared at the PC screen glowing dimly in the dark.

Unaware to me, it was already night. How long had I been playing? Hours? Days?

Hmm, I fucking don't know anymore.

It's been so long that time just blends into this mess of my routine, wake up, play, order food when I just feel like it, and then grind again.

Sleep when sleep comes, Nothing else matters.

And honestly?

It's not even that bad. This is your average gamer's life.

As a matter of fact, I'm not some loser leeching off anyone. Every single thing I have, I earned myself. This apartment, this PC, the overpriced takeout, it's all paid for with my own damn money.

The majority of it comes from the royalties of, by chance hit novel I once wrote.

I've never been dependent on anyone and never needed to be.

Yet here I am, still single.

Grilfriendless.

Meanwhile, those dudes who can't even pay for their own basic shit?

Tsk! They aren't even real, dripping in overpriced skincare and makeup, all to look flawless for the flock of girls chasing after them.

Man come on.

Have you ever thought about how much that lifestyle costs?

Their routine alone burns through double what I spent on this high-end gaming PC.

And for what? To impress? To keep up appearances? And the worst part is they are normalizing this fake assness.

This so-called modern society wants you to be a people-pleaser.

Look around, you won't find even a single soul without added Filters and Makeup so caked-on that even they wouldn't recognize their bare faces in the mirror.

Like seriously,

It's not just the looks, either. It's their entire vibe, their attitude, the fake-ass persona they try to portray, this all moulded by social media trends.

Like some bullshit, trends go viral because of young teens, yeah acting nonchalant, being cold, yeah this sigma mentality and now these cool, popular boys would just act like that.

Their social persona changes based on what's trending on social media.

And the worst part is these fucker, who act all mature and successful while still begging their dad for rent money. These assholes look at someone like me and call me a failure.

A shut-in. A fucking NEET. But think about it, I'm fully independent. I don't owe anyone shit.

Still, by society's bullshit standards, I'm the loser. I'm the outcast.

Just because I don't follow their bullshit rules, I don't act fake. I do what I want to do.

See, this is the real truth of the so-called modern, liberal society we live in.

It's exhausting.

I sighed, slumping back in my chair. Guess this is just me ranting because I've got nothing better to do now.

That's what these otome games do, leave you feeling hollow and lonely. Then you're left scrolling through your library, looking for the next thing to kill time.

My cursor lingered on the specific shortcut on my desktop...

[Po** **b]

No, I won't break my no-nut streak. But fuck it. If I can't find a girl by the end of this month, I'll just hire a prostitute.

I don't give a damn of what people will think...

I am bored.

And mostly, I felt empty.

I don't even feel like talking to my friends.

I don't know why, but sometimes you just need someone to share things with. Or, if not share, at least spend time with.

No, it doesn't have to be a romantic partner. Maybe family would work too.

A sister.

An older one would probably just be a pain in the ass. But what if I had a little sister?

I know I'm just thinking nonsense.

But.

A little sister. At times when you're lonely or frustrated, having a little sister would be the best, right? You could irritate her and then run away.

Or just trouble her in some other way.

Not that I'd know, though, I've never had a sibling. But those dramas and TV shows always make it seem that way.

Maybe having someone like that around would give my life some meaning, a purpose.

Right now, it just feels like a waste.

I know what I need to do.

Shutting down my PC, I quickly got up and started packing my bags.

This isn't the first time I've felt this way. Every six months or so, I reach a breaking point. I feel so cooped up like I'm suffocating. That's when I know it's time, 

I need to leave my apartment and take a trip.

Anywhere is fine.

A trip to a foreign country isn't possible, too much pre-booking, visas, and hassle. Also, it's exhausting.

Instead, I like to board a long-distance train. No plans, no destination in mind. Just ride it to the end of the line, spending a few days wherever it takes me, until I feel like coming back.

It sounds absurd, but the idea always excites me. The adventure, the thrill, the mystery of not knowing the destination.

It's fun.

Grabbing everything I might need, I packed my bag. This wasn't my first time, I've done this for years.

So, I always keep myself somewhat prepared.

Flicker!

Just as I was about to step outside, a flickering sound made me turn back.

It was my PC.

Which I'd just shut down and unplugged. Yet there it was, making strange noises.

Before I could process it, the screen turned on, showing nothing but a bright blue display. Then the blue shifted into a dark, red sea.

No, not water. It looked thick, like blood.

I frowned, it was confusing. Even if it were a virus, how could the PC be running without power?

My mind wandered to urban legends I'd heard about.

"Is it you, John?"

I didn't know who John was really, but my neighbours once told me about a guy who lived here before me. He was a shut-in, like me, and... he'd died by suicide years ago.

Great.

This was the problem with me.

Whenever I find myself in unexplainable situations, my brain pulls out such random, creepy ass memories to make the moment even worse.

I squinted at the screen to get a better look. Slowly, the shape of a woman appeared.

She floated on the Red Sea like a lifeless body.

But she was beautiful.

Long black hair. Maybe brown eyes. Her features weren't unique, but they framed a face so striking it was hard to look away.

Wait.

Isn't this "Elowen Blackthorne?"

The main villainess of Seraph Chronicles.

What is she doing here?

Isn't she supposed to be dead?

As I stared at the screen, her mouth opened faintly, and she began to mumble.

Her voice wasn't loud, but I could hear it, not with my ears, but directly in my mind.

"Why? What did I do to deserve this? They all came to oppose me. Why wasn't it a happy ending for me? So empty… If there had been at least one person on my side, it wouldn't have been so sad…"

Tears streamed down her face, yet her expression stayed cold, stern.

"Huh?"

Before I could process what was happening, the PC exploded.

Taking everything with it.

Even me.


章 2: Awakening Villainess Guardian System...

Now, there was no denying it.

My eyes locked onto the boy's reflection in the mirror. Shiny black hair and deep red pupils stared back at me.

Together just like Elowen, even with his otherwise average features, they somehow formed a perfectly handsome face.

My mind raced with countless thoughts. It was confusing, overwhelming even. The only thing I could clearly recall was the PC blast.

I didn't feel any pain, so maybe… I really did die, right?

To reincarnate here.

No, reincarnate wouldn't be the right term. Transmigrate, yeah, that fits better.

Still, it's a bit sad I missed the classic truck-kun experience.

But honestly, I don't care anymore. With this face, I'm ready to accept any reality.

Chuckle.

What a win-win situation, right? With these looks, I don't need to think about prostitutes anymore. With this face and status, any, no literally any bitch is within my reach.

Now, even forming a harem is possible.

And as for the other side of things?

Well, God can enjoy the SSS-grade entertainment he'll get from throwing me into more creative troubles. Seems like that's his hobby anyway.

Now, he can enjoy more creative freedom, directly starting with death stack.

Tsk. It's sarcasm, you bastard of a god. It's not funny, why does it always have to be me?

Steve Blackthorne.

Firstborn son of Duke Blackthorne.

Sounds cool, right? Wrong. There's a reason why his name feels so bland, he's a fucking extra who dies at the hands of his junior sister before the story even starts.

Steve was supposed to be talented, but honestly, I wouldn't know. The guy never actually appeared in the story, except in a few background flashbacks tied to the Villainess.

Even there, he was useless.

Yeah, he had good looks, but in reality, this guy was just dumb. Let me think… they called him something like "Gentle Sword Steve."

Gentle, my ass.

Sure, his public image was all about being a gentleman, a righteous figure. But in reality? He was just another cliché third-rate villain with a high status and a two-faced personality.

A cruel sadist.

Who used to torture his little sister. Well, technically she wasn't his real sister, she was his uncle's daughter.

And at the monologue of the game, she was called the trash of the family.

Can you believe it?

The main villainess of the story and the most talented mage of Seraph Chronicles.

That's the Blackthorne family for you. A proud swordsman lineage that hated mages. No, hate doesn't even begin to cover it. These guys condemned mages.

The sight of one was enough to make their blood boil.

And as you can probably tell, she sucked at swordsmanship, so she was treated like a non-existent being.

Perfect for Steve, though. It gave him the freedom to torment her however he wanted. His cruelty pushed her to her breaking point.

Which, of course, in the end, led to his death.

Or… will it be me this time?

Before wasting any more time, I walked toward Steve's wardrobe, or what was now mine.

The room was obviously more luxurious than any five-star hotel I'd ever visited in my previous life.

A large bed with lamps positioned neatly beside it, and on the sides of the room, a massive wardrobe.

I quickly opened it. Dressed in a nightgown, I needed to change fast if I planned to head out.

And as expected of the supposed heir, his collection was beyond what words could describe. Rows of outfits lined up neatly, each demonstrating wealth and class.

I picked out a black coat and matching pants, along with some accessories hanging in the corners of the wardrobe.

As I started changing, a thought crossed my mind, why hadn't anyone come to wake him up? Shouldn't there be a maid or a butler around?

My question was soon answered when my gaze coincidently drifted to a clock.

It was midnight.

Well, that explains it.

Actually, it's good. Now I have time to prepare myself for… what?

Courting death?

Whatever. My first step is to figure out exactly where in the game I am. Steve is still alive, so it's clearly the start.

But the real question is, has he already started tormenting Elowen? And when will her breaking point come?

I have no cheats, no advantage, nothing. No, wait fuck I don't even have Steve's memories. And most importantly… I don't know shit about swords.

Forget Elowen, those Blackthorne bastards might kill me first.

Tsk!

"Oh God, just one thing. Just one. Give me a cheat. Literally anything is fine."

Ding!

It was really answered?

[Loading...]

[Congratulations, you have been chosen as the host of the Villainess Guardian System!]

"What??"

[Welcome, Host. As the name suggests, this system will reward you for aiding the villainess and plundering opportunities from the chosen ones.]

Oh fuck Man!

I know this trope, but unlike the usual cliché, here it's centered around the villainess.

So, basically I just need to support my sister and help her in her villainess journey, right?

[However, be cautious. If the villainess faces defeat, the consequences will hit you five times harder. And if she dies, you will die five times more painfully.]

Bastard, it's totally unfair.

What's left of my private life then? Till the end, I'll have to keep supporting her and make sure nothing kills her.

[Collecting current data...]

"Fucker, answer me."

[Amity Gauge: -91/100]

"What is this now?"

[It's the stat which shows your current relationship with Elowen, the villainess. If the bar reaches a perfect negative, she will kill you herself!]

Da fuck!

This is exactly what I wanted to find out. I have to act quick, no, I have to go now.

Or it'll be too late.

[The healthier the bar, the better your rewards.]

"Oh, nice."

It's a trash setting, but like I said, anything would work.

I just needed a cheat.

It's fine. Better than nothing.

See, this level of optimism is lacking among nowadays Extras, lol.

[Generating Host's first quest...]

Already?

[Quest (Bold): Increase amity between you and the Villainess and prove to her that you're there to stand by her side!]

[Reward: Depends on how much amity is increased.]

[Penalty for failure: Death.]

I was going for that anyway.

It's actually a win because now I'll get rewards for it. As for death? That was already in my fate.

"But what does that Bold mean?"

[It's the grade of the quest, which denotes the importance and difficulty of the task.]

"So, Bold stands where exactly?"

[Loading...]

[Here's the grade list:]

Feeble

Dull

Common

Bold

Ardent

Supreme

Sovereign

[The grade of a quest is determined by the ratio of its importance and difficulty. Rewards and penalties are also determined in the same way.]

[For better understanding: If a task graded as Bold has a death penalty, it doesn't necessarily mean an Ardent grade task would also have death as a penalty, it's also possible that there is no penalty at all. The consequences are mostly dependent on the importance of the quest or event, while rewards are determined primarily by difficulty.]


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