All the Heroines Want Me for Themselves

My name is Lin Juanxue, an utterly ordinary college student.

It started when I played a yuri dating game for adults. It had five different heroines to pursue, each with a top-tier character design and her own appeal.

But how could a successor to socialism like me get obsessed with such a vulgar dating game? I chose to pursue them in reverse.

On Monday, I competed with my unhinged best friend, making her do three sets of the Five Years of College Entrance Exams and Three Years of Mock Exams in one day. No sleep until she finished.

On Tuesday, I stayed over at the home of a beautiful, ascetic auntie, living off her while keeping my dignity as a good-for-nothing who'd given up.

On Wednesday, I crashed the domineering queen's party and drank her entire stash of 1982 Lafite, making her furious.

On Thursday, I set up a regular video call with the sweet-on-the-outside, dark-on-the-inside superstar and taught her online how to walk the red carpet like a scheming green-tea girl, leaving the real green-tea girl with nowhere to go.

On Friday, I went for barbecue skewers with a thickheaded straight girl, throwing an arm around her shoulders and swearing we'd be best friends forever.

I get weekends off, and life is perfectly harmonious!

I did a great job. I'd raised all five heroines' affection levels to the maximum.

Unfortunately, I woke up one day and had transmigrated.

For some reason, all the heroines from my game had been combined into a single world, and each had a menacingly red-and-black corruption value of 100 above her head.

I felt the greatest malice in the universe. I wanted to just go die on the spot.

They surrounded me, fussing over me with concern. I kept calm on the outside, though I was panicking like crazy, and put on a bewildered, doe-eyed look, pretending to have amnesia with the classic three questions: "Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?"

I thought I could quit the game by closing my eyes, but things started to go wrong.

My unhinged best friend became a professor and still kept asking me for help with elementary-school math.

The ascetic auntie dumped her 108th pretty young girlfriend and said she had someone she liked.

The domineering queen's company was on the verge of bankruptcy, but she still wouldn't go to work. If anything happened, it was Lin Juanxue; if nothing happened, it was still Lin Juanxue.

The sweet-on-the-outside, dark-on-the-inside superstar went completely dark. I'd insult her, and she'd answer, "Baby, you sound so good when you insult me."

The thickheaded girl seemed to have unlocked some strange skill. Either her eyes were red, or her eyes were red.

I knew nothing, so I could only pretend to have amnesia and somehow muddle through.

Then they started fighting over an unfair division of the days they got to spend with me...

I was utterly shocked.

I'm really a woman who inspires people to commit crimes. (Lights cigarette.jpg)

Reader's note:

1. One-on-one romance, pairing undecided.

2. The blurb is written in first person; the story itself is in third person.

Blurb written on April 29, 2023.

Theme: Bloom, and the gentle breeze will come.