“Hale, starting today, stay away from your sister. Understood?”

In the corner of the academy’s plain wall, a slender thigh sheathed in white stockings suddenly blocked his path—accompanied by a firm, feminine shout.

The black-haired youth’s expression flickered with a hint of surprise.

What she couldn’t have guessed? His first thought after that split-second shock was: *Damn, those legs are smooth.*

And those jade-green sandals tied with golden ribbons… revealing feet beneath the stockings—not petite, but undeniably elegant.

“Hey, Hall Fasius! I, Siman Feng, am saying it again: stay away from your sister Lorin Faxius. Clear?”

Wait.

Hall Fasius? Is she… talking to *me*?

The black-haired youth froze for seconds.

Siman Feng… sounded exactly like one of the heroines from that wildly open-ended, unconventional R16 yuri game he’d cleared dozens of times recently.

And Hale? The most polarizing character in the whole thing.

Oh no.

Did I transmigrate?!

No—maybe reincarnation. Memories just kicking in now.

Hale steadied his breath. As a gamer famed online for calmly conquering brutal difficulty spikes, his mental resilience ran deep. Transmigration tropes? He’d seen them a thousand times.

But *Hale*… that role made him stiffen.

In that yuri game, Hale “replenished mana” for the heroines.

What should’ve been a wholesome heroine-focused bonding journey twisted into something deeply shady—all thanks to the author’s mischievous addition of this playboy NPC.

New players hit brutal mid-game dungeons. Stuck. Two choices: grind endlessly in low-yield zones… or send their heroine to Hale, the “noble flirt” in the Papal Dominion’s capital, for quick power-ups.

Mana replenishment granted massive XP, unlocked skills—even triggered “fallen grace” routes if overused.

Some players loved it: convenient, spicy. Hardcore NTR fans chanted “Win, win, win!” Female players adored Hale’s looks; some treated it like a dark otome game.

But nearly half the community loathed him. Many wished they could kill Hale the second the capital map unlocked—just to avoid temptation.

Worse?

No matter the heroine, no matter the route or ending…

Hale *always* died midway.

Early. Late. Sometimes beheaded by a heroine he’d “leveled up” the night before.

Players jokingly called it: *“Clear the game or not—Hale must die.”*

“Before I transmigrated, this game sold nearly a million copies. Millions of players. Tens of thousands of endings. Not one spared Hale.”

…Too unlucky.

If dying “without regrets” mattered, maybe chase the heroines first.

But the more he touched them, the faster death came.

He wanted to *live*. Hale was a Papal Dominion noble—wealthy, high-status, later captain of the Black Knights Order, even a boss-tier villain in some routes.

Why provoke heroines? Just flirt with non-heroine beauties instead.

“Hey, Hale! Are you even listening? Want me to kick you?”

The golden-haired beauty in light knight armor, tight skirt, and white stockings glared with open disdain.

Siman truly hated him.

He’d waltzed into Sanctum University—the continent’s top academy—then leveraged connections into the Church’s secret Black Knights Order, promoted to squad leader last month.

With his habit of harassing noble girls daily… did he deserve the title “Papal Dominion’s blade”?

She had to nip this now.

“Huh? What is it?”

Hale knew she disliked him. But plot-wise? She wouldn’t kill him *yet*.

Best avoid entanglement.

“Don’t play dumb. Stay away from Lorin. See you near her again? Don’t blame me.”

Siman’s voice dripped venom.

*He flirts with classmates… probably did the same to Lorin.*

Unexpectedly, he replied calmly:

“Got it. Just stay away.”

Hale had zero interest in getting close to Lorin.

In-game, she was the “little angel”—kind to heroines, loyal to her brother. She’d mediate conflicts between them and Hale early on.

Seemingly the perfect sister.

But in her route? Hale died *because* he bullied her. If he didn’t? Random disasters killed him anyway.

And her mana-replenishment scenes? Absurd.

After Lorin’s first session with Hale, if other heroines or side characters also used him… a death event could trigger.

Victim? Hale. That night’s heroine. Or someone from *before*.

Some players chose Lorin as main heroine, followed the steps—and got a full-party BAD END.

Rumors called her a hidden yandere: angelic and yuri-loving on surface, but pathologically obsessed with Hale. Suspect him with another woman? She’d kill them both.

Unconfirmed. But now that Hale *knew*…

Total minefield.

“You think I’d believe that? She’s too kind—even if you harassed her at home during break, she’d never tell.”

Hale’s head throbbed. *Overactive imagination.*

Back in-game, he’d never been a Siman fan. Skipped her grinding. Only kept her for the white-stockinged legs and sharp model.

Thankfully, the game allowed powerhouse heroines to solo-clear.

“Siman. Anything else? I’m heading back.”

Dismissal time. Time to dip.

Siman tensed. *He never walked away this calmly before. He’d get flustered. Then I’d press harder.*

She called after him:

“Leaving right after class? Seriously—how *did* you get into Sanctum University?”

Hale didn’t look back.

Walking alone, he recalled the admission essay he’d written in-game:

*“My Admiral Father.”*