After dying in an accident while working overtime, I, Karen, transmigrated into the game I had drawn, Sword of Light, as a cannon-fodder villain.
It was originally a game full of beautiful girls with all kinds of personalities. But then my brilliant boss meddled with it, turning it into a clichéd mess about a hero who grovels over the supposed heroine and slashes his way through everything.
As a former wage slave, I could only accept my fate. But now that the heavens have given me a chance to start over, I'm going to make that arrogant, precious little princess with big breasts and no brains pay, and give my "daughters" a chance to blow off steam!
But I soon realized that, as an artist, I didn't seem to understand them as well as I thought.
And it seems the supposed heroine isn't the only one who poses a danger...
Why does the cold, melancholy imperial princess want to pin me down and kiss me by force?
Why does the proud dragon princess secretly call me Master in the dead of night?
Why would the dignified princess of the demon race become my maid for the sake of a little cake? Where's your dignity?!
And you, elf! You were supposed to be pure and noble, so what is this forbidden romance across species?!
What happened to their character settings? What happened to them?
Their characters have completely fallen apart!!!
