My Goal Is to Win Over the Man Behind Gin

As a transmigrator from a conquest game, some people have to conquer a silver-haired assassin, others a Public Security officer, and still others an FBI ace. I'm different: my target is Vodka.

Not that I look down on Vodka.

He's pretty hard to conquer.

So I used an ID card belonging to a certain Public Security officer to blackmail him into helping me.

He's every bit the all-around, six-sided powerhouse you'd expect, and with his help, Gagaga's affection level shot up.

Just as the affection meter was about to fill, the blond young man suddenly cornered me against the wall.

“Something feels a little off, Kujo.” He curled his lips slightly, but there was no warmth in his smile. “I can't help wondering if you plan to use me and then throw me away.”

“Huh? You only just realized?”

Afterward, I really wanted to beat the mouth that wouldn't stop running to death.

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This story is also called My Beloved Vodka (...)

A story about someone who loves stirring up trouble.

It's a story about messing around (...). What's so wrong with showing little Gagaga some love?

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Third-person narration

A birthday fic for my beloved

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The joke fell flat.

Thanks to my friend for writing the blurb and another friend for making the cover. You’re both amazing, while I... sob sob [being pathetic]

Theme: Always keep a kind heart toward others.