Stories About Villains and Lolita That Have to Be Told

(First person narrative + traveling between two worlds + melancholic abstraction) I am a young boy from a vocational high school with a good temperament. I was rejected because I confessed to the school belle, and I suddenly died at home while playing galgame for three days and three nights. After rebirth, I found that I had become a rich and handsome man with a heaven-defying system... In this life, I have power, charm, wealth, strength, and lolita! It's just... No, wait! How did I become a villain?