The villainess’s childcare… turned the genre into a romance fantasy.

One day, I, an ordinary office worker, woke up as Belinda, a hardcore simulation game’s villainous side character,

the one destined to torment the protagonist and die a miserable death.

But just because I’ve become the villainess doesn’t mean I have any reason to abuse the main character.

Instead of tormenting him, I decided I’d raise him with all the love I could muster…!

“Come on, Leo. Say ah~ for me.”

[An error has occurred during synchronization. Translating into Belinda’s language.]

“Open your mouth, you little chestnut.”

This damn system turned my mouth into the gateway to hell.

And yet… why does being a villainess actually feel right?

“You lazy fools! How many times do I have to say it? Lay a red carpet wherever I set foot!”

“Go to the capital’s best patisserie and buy every limited-edition macaron they have.”

“What do you mean it’s hard to get? Idiots. Just camp in front of the store.”

Money, power, beauty...

Using every tool, even the system window itself, I solved all of Belinda’s problems one by one.

And then...

“Bel, will you marry me?”

“Master, why don’t you love me?”

“Lady Blanche, you are the only exception in this black-and-white world.”

The sponsors who once killed Belinda in the game have completely changed their tune.

And to top it all off...

“I propose a temporary marriage with Your Grace the Grand Duke under mutual consent, followed by a divorce after a set period.”

A contract marriage from the Northern Grand Duke himself?

Maybe… I was actually born to be bad.

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