"Ugh... so noisy."

Inside the gilded lecture hall, a petite girl with waist-length azure hair finally lifted her head from the rosewood desk. Olivia brushed stray strands off the table, rubbed her sleepy eyes, then glared at the holographic chatroom flooding the air with chaotic comments. Her lips twitched.

Who’s the "true heroine"?!

She was just a villainess side character in this damn game...

Yes, a game.

Olivia took a deep breath, sorting her thoughts. An hour ago, she’d transmigrated here—to a sword-and-sorcery fantasy world straight out of that RPG she’d binge-played for three sleepless nights before dropping dead.

*Sigh... damn it.*

Truth was, she felt no real regret. Her past life had been that of a shut-in NEET, zero social life, chatting online with anime-avatar strangers who’d dragged her into visual novels. She’d started with sugary-sweet Yuzu Soft and Seagull Soft titles—all gorgeous art, cloying romance, and spicy content—making her believe every galgame was pure love candy.

So she’d begged her online friends: "This is amazing! Got more?"

Minutes later, they’d sent her *Another World’s NTR: My Girlfriend’s Fall*—an RPG by Studio L, the infamous "Demon King of Cuckold Games." She hadn’t even known what "NTR" meant.

Disaster followed.

Her protagonist, Gawain, had gathered three lovely heroines: Mermel, his childhood friend with gentle black hair; Martina, the fiery redheaded knight met during monster hunts; and Rin, the silver-haired tsundere princess he’d saved from a river. The game lavished detail on their blossoming bonds—cozy daily life, thrilling adventures, deepening trust. Pure love.

Until they were all stolen.

By Caius. That blond bastard. A disgraced noble who appeared mid-game at the Imperial Capital’s magic academy. Despite being universally despised, he somehow claimed each heroine’s body and soul. No matter how fiercely they’d loved Gawain, desire shattered every memory they’d built. Mermel, Martina, Rin—they became hollow shells, submitting to that blond bastard in high-quality CGs, spitting cruel lines at Gawain.

Yet Gawain kept trusting them. In the late game, he desperately sought ways to save them, only to face betrayal after betrayal in brutal bad endings.

*I couldn’t accept that despair.*

Shattered by her first NTR game, she’d scoured for a happy ending. *There must be one. I can save them... or at least save Gawain.* She devoured guides, replayed every route, hunted glitches like a kid chasing underwater secrets—all for a hidden ending that didn’t exist. Studio L never gave hope. NTR was inevitable. Bad ends were fate.

But her glass-hearted obsession blinded her to that truth.

After three sleepless nights, she died at her desk—screen still flashing game CGs. The perfect headline for "Disgusting Otaku Dies Pathetically."

*Damn it—!*

Waking up brought worse news. Her grudge against the game had dragged her into this world. The Imperial Capital. The magic academy. Where nightmares began.

At least she wasn’t a heroine. Just Olivia Lolois—a minor upperclassman with barely any lines, a plot device who barely interacted with anyone but Gawain.

Before Olivia could recall more, a frantic female voice cut through the classroom door:

"Olivia—!"