In the midst of writing my novel, as I always do, a strange message flashed across my screen.... more>>

‘I can’t be the female lead anymore. No, I won’t do it!’

At first, I thought I was dreaming.

‘You’re going to be the new Flodia Debussy!’

Those were the last words I read before blacking out. When I woke up, I found myself in an unfamiliar, extravagant bedroom.

* * *

Gradually, I realized I had been transported into the world of my own reverse harem novel. Somehow, I had become the main character, Flodia Debussy. However, something was amiss. Things were different from how I had written them.

“If you’re not going to throw me away, then you have to take responsibility for my heat.”

Instead of the docile and obedient male lead, I was confronted with a h**ny beast of a man.

“If Lady Flodia says so, then it must be God’s will. I see nothing wrong with it.”

The supposed to be abstinent holy knight turned out to be a pe*verted fanatic.

“I want to know everything about you. I want to know every little detail, so that there’s nothing left for me to discover.”

And lastly, there was a deranged madman.

The male leads were all behaving erratically.

Would I be able to find the missing female lead and safely return to my own world? <<less

When I opened my eyes, I became the mother of the male protagonist in the novel, a wasteland without blood or tears.
In the original novel, she was the male lead who was famous for being cruel, so she looked at him with trembling, thinking that she would be different from the beginning.... more>>

“Mashisu!”

Her cheeks were puffy as she happily munched on the dessert.

“… It’s okay, you can walk!”

Even though she fell and was in pain, she was seen wiping away her tears and walking bravely again.

"oh my god… .”

My son, who will become the lead male protagonist, is so cute.
After that, I secretly gave him food, took care of him, and wrote letters to him.
however.

“Don’t be nice to me! “If I do that, I won’t need a mother or anything!”

I think my son hates me more than I thought.
Snooping around, trying to talk to her son's father and husband about this.

“You said you didn’t like it so much, so you said we could educate our children together? Did you get into an accident and become strange?

My husband hates me more... … !

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As a result of my efforts, I think I have become a little closer to my son.

“Where are you going without me?”
“You said you like me the most, but is dad more important than me right now?”
“Is it me, mom or dad?”

Strangely, it seems that if you stay close to her husband, he will especially talk to you.
And is there something strange about my husband hating me?

… … Doesn’t this rich guy hate me? <<less