I'm a villainous in a Otome Game?!

Chapter 1

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The sharp click of heels against polished marble echoed through the quiet corridor. A woman with straight, jet-black hair—cut just above her shoulders—strode confidently forward, a stack of documents cradled in her arms. She wasn’t particularly tall, nor did she stand out in any remarkable way, yet there was a certain grace in the way she moved, purposeful and unyielding.

As she approached the end of the hallway, sunlight streamed through the massive windows lining the walls, flooding the space with light. She paused, sighing in exhaustion, before stepping into a spacious office where nearly every wall was made of glass. The room shimmered with daylight, casting long shadows on the polished floor.

She set the documents on the sleek glass table beside her, taking a moment to look around. The only other person in the room was a man seated on a gray, leather couch by the largest window. His legs were crossed, his eyes fixed on the horizon beyond the cityscape. His hair was perfectly styled, and he wore an expression of calm confidence. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him—her boss. Handsome, composed, and always impeccably dressed.

Clearing her throat nervously, she took a step forward. "I brought the documents you requested, sir," she announced, her voice steady but soft.

The man turned, his gaze settling on her with a pleased smile. "Good work. Thank you, Kimori, for bringing these so promptly," he replied, clapping his hands together gently, almost as if applauding her punctuality.

Kimori gave a nod, her cheeks flushing slightly under his gaze. Without another word, she left the room, her heels clicking rhythmically as she made her way back to her office. Her heart still fluttered in her chest, the image of her boss's smile lingering in her mind. She settled back into her chair, her hands returning to the keyboard as she resumed her work, though her thoughts remained blissfully scattered.

Hours later-Noon

Kimori stretched, feeling the satisfying crack of her back as she reached her hands above her head. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard before she finally pressed 'Enter,' shutting down her computer with a sigh of relief. She began gathering her belongings, shoving her phone and notebook into her handbag. She was just about to leave when a familiar voice called out.

"YO, URAKINA!" a voice shouted across the bustling office floor. Kimori turned just in time to see Kima, her best friend, barreling toward her, nearly knocking over a water cooler in the process.

Kimori raised a hand, waving frantically. "Slow down, Kima! You’re going to cause a scene," she whispered harshly, her eyes darting around to see if anyone was watching.

Kima just rolled her eyes. "Oh, relax! Anyway, do you want to grab some onigiri? I’m buying," she said with a grin, waving a thick wad of bills in the air.

Kimori’s eyes sparkled at the sight, her stomach growling on cue. "OF COURSE—"

"Hey, Kimori!" A familiar voice interrupted her. Both women turned to see Kimori's boss approaching, his polished shoes barely making a sound against the tiled floor. He smiled warmly, his gaze settling on her. "Could I borrow you for a bit? I need help finishing the script for the October presentation."

Kimori blinked, caught off guard. "B-but I just finished my work," she stammered, clutching her handbag tighter.

Her boss’s smile softened, almost pleading. "Please? I’ll even throw in a salary increase," he said, his voice gentle yet persuasive.

Kimori hesitated, glancing back at Kima, who simply shrugged. With a resigned sigh, she nodded. "O-okay…" she replied quietly.

Her boss's face lit up instantly. "Thank you! You’re a lifesaver," he said, patting her shoulder gently before walking away.

Kima stepped closer, nudging her arm. "Hey, don’t look so down. I’ll save you a salmon onigiri," she whispered, flashing a smile.

Kimori returned the grin, feeling her spirits lift a little. "Thanks, Kima."

Kima nodded and waved goodbye, leaving Kimori to head back to her desk with heavier steps. She slumped into her chair and powered her computer back on, her fingers hovering reluctantly over the keys before she started typing.

Minutes later..

"Haa... finally finished," she exhaled, stretching her fingers until they cracked. Her gaze wandered to the window, where the once bright sky had shifted into a dusky blue.

"Crap... it’s almost night already," she murmured. Just as she was about to close the browser tab, something caught her eye.

"Huh? What’s this?" she mumbled, leaning closer to the screen. An advertisement for an otome game flashed brightly, promising thrilling romance and immersive storytelling. On impulse, she clicked the ad, which led her to the game’s website.

"A little break wouldn’t hurt... right?" she whispered, already scrolling through the game’s features. Before she knew it, she had downloaded the game and started playing.

Hours later..

"Ahh! How do I get this guy's heart?!" she shouted in frustration, slapping her hands against her desk. She glanced at the window again, eyes widening in alarm. "What?! It’s already dark outside! I have to go!"

She hurriedly shut down her computer, grabbing her handbag and dashing out of the office. Her footsteps echoed loudly as she hurried down the stairwell, bursting out onto the street with a gasp of cold air.

"Ugh... I hate walking alone at night," she grumbled, clutching her bag closer to her side as she approached the crosswalk. The street was unusually empty, save for the occasional flicker of headlights zooming past. She stepped onto the road, her mind still clouded with thoughts of the game she had been playing.

HONK!

HONK!

The blaring noise ripped her from her thoughts. She turned just in time to see the glaring lights of a truck barreling toward her. Her body froze; her limbs locked in place as the horn blared louder.

THUD

The impact sent her sprawling onto the pavement, her body heavy and unresponsive. Blood pooled around her, warm and sticky, staining the asphalt beneath her.

Her eyes remained open, fixed on the growing puddle of crimson as the world around her blurred. Her limbs wouldn’t move, and her breath grew shallow. Darkness crept into her vision, and the pain dulled to nothingness.

Her last thought flickered in her mind: she never even got her first kiss. How tragic... a woman who spent her days dreaming of romance, only to die alone on the street.

Or... would she? A soft, echoing laugh seemed to ripple through the darkness around her.

"Poor girl... perhaps I can help. After all, something awaits you in your next life..."
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Goodday my fellow children! My another book is here! >:D I have been waiting to make this kind of stories! Muahahahaa!

A little spoiler for Omega13666 there would be yandere in her harem too~ 😈

Let's enjoy this freak show!~ see ya~

(Heyya guys, i will make edit more chapters soon ;>)