I Transmigrated as an Extra in a Trashy Dark Romance Game

Romance

R19 Ongoing

※ Trigger Warning. This novel contains scenes of coercion which may be triggering.

The beginning of her own life and a cursed destiny. Sick of being passed around by madmen, she ran away, only to end up back where she started.

“Please, just tell me you love me already.”
The gentle-faced crown prince, with his golden hair and eyes, whispered like a plea into her ear, his voice tender. Yet, faced with her resolute refusal, his movements grew more urgent, more frantic, as if consumed by impatience.

“See, that’s why you shouldn’t have run.”
The young duke, with his angelically kind words and devilishly handsome face, spoke in a lethally soft voice as he spread his fingers and wrapped them around her neck, beginning to apply a gentle, threatening pressure.

“Why did you betray me?”
The dragon, with long hair cascading like flames, felt a destructive impulse burning within him. He pressed his lips to the back of her weakly trembling hand, a kiss like a twisted vow.

“I will protect you.”
The stoic-faced knight commander was still carefully gauging her mood, her expression, her reactions. And he was determined to follow his heart, to protect her at all costs.

‘Sigh… Why am I suffering through everything the heroine was supposed to endure?!’

* * *

‘The situation was this: I had transmigrated as a minor noble lady, an extra who was only described in a single line in an R19 trashy dark romance game.’

The deal was simple: survive one year in this extra’s body and be sent back to reality. Fail and die. I thought it was just a slightly perilous transmigration gig, but with the cliché twist of the male leads becoming obsessed with me instead of the original heroine…

But then… “What? You’re saying I’m actually the ◯◯◯ meant for the saintly heroine?”

Confronted with this absurd truth, I decided to run—from the saintess and from the male leads.