After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, I Was Pampered by a Paranoid Omega

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Blurb: The original host had no connections, no education, and no acting skills. She relied on her looks to get by in the entertainment industry, only to run into a hard wall. Her agent signed a contract and "threw" her into a mysterious castle. A few days later, the original host died under mysterious circumstances.

Bai Manruo unexpectedly transmigrated into the body of a scummy A in some trashy romance novel. She woke up on pristine white sheets in a gloomy, cavernous room.

She thought it was bad enough that she wouldn't survive three days, but that night, a "ghost" climbed into her bed.

Despite being afraid of ghosts, she found herself safe and sound in the castle afterward, except for the "person" who climbed into her bed every night, right on schedule.

Online reports claimed the castle's collection was worth far more than money, but its mysterious owner never showed it to the public.

That was until Bai Manruo went barefoot across agarwood flooring worth over a hundred million and ate malatang at a greenstone table while livestreaming.

The experts online condemned her for wasting priceless treasures, all while taking the opportunity to admire the artifacts.

Poor little Bai Manruo: "My boss has an pheromone deficiency, and at night I have to lie still and let someone feed on me. What's wrong with having a bowl of malatang?"

One day, Bai Manruo was chatting with her fans in the livestream.

Suddenly, everyone saw a pair of hands as pale as white jade wrap around her waist. The person's face was hidden behind the camera.

A possessive yet doting voice came from behind the camera: "Don't call them baby. I gave you the whole castle, so why have you never called me that?"

The people in the livestream were in an uproar: Looks like we stumbled onto a huge secret!

A sweet little treat + 1v1 + both are each other's first and only

Please add my next story, "So I Decided to Go Crazy," to your favorites~

I realized I was a background character in a novel the moment I was reborn after dying.

A System claiming to be from the future told me this was the 366th time I'd died. Each time, I had been a disposable nobody, dying in all sorts of ways for the protagonists.

The System said that if I wanted to survive, I had to cling to the protagonists.

I had no idea about those first few hundred times, so let me tell you about my 367th life.

I'm a diligent 24/7 corporate wage slave.

My boss chews me out at work, and my parents chew me out at home, but I still have hope for the future.

Then, just after I put a down payment on a house and started dreaming about a happy life with a husband and kids, I was hacked to pieces and dumped down a sewer.

And the reason? The villain mistook me for the heroine...

Good heavens, I'm so ordinary, and I even have a face full of freckles. Is the villain blind?

Of course, I know it's not because the villain is blind, but because the protagonists have plot armor and I'm just a disposable background character.

That's right. In novels, disposable characters have no rights. Everything they do is just a stepping stone on the protagonists' road to love.

So am I supposed to grovel at the protagonists' feet?

That's what everyone thinks, right?

But screw that!

Why? Why? Why?

So I decided to go crazy.

Of course, everyone knows the first step is to target the protagonist.

But I never imagined that the original novel was a lesbian romance.

The protagonist is a woman.

First of all, let me make one thing clear: I'm not gay.

Probably not...

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