Synopsis:
Jimmy Bellic lived like a beast and died like one. A mafia enforcer feared across the underworld, he fought until the bitter end, gunning down an enemy crime family single-handedly before their bullets finally put him down. Dying atop a mountain of corpses, drenched in his enemies’ blood, Jimmy whispered one desperate wish:

“If there’s a next life… please, let it be peaceful.”

The gods heard him. The gods also have a sense of humor.

Jimmy wakes up not in heaven, not in hell, but in a reverse harem otome game he once played religiously during his downtime. His new identity? Rudeus Blackheart—the hidden romance option nobody picks unless they’re trying for 100% completion. In the game, Rudeus was mysterious, tragic, and disposable. In other words: the guy most likely to get stabbed in the bad endings.

For a man who wanted peace, this is hell in pastel colors.

At first, Jimmy swears he’ll keep his head down. Avoid the heroine. Dodge the suitors. Stay the hell away from scripted drama. Easy, right? Wrong. Because this game has ten villainesses—the spurned ex-lovers of the main love interests, destined in the original story to go insane with jealousy and crash into ruin.

Jimmy, with the misplaced confidence of a man who’s survived mafia wars, decides: “I’ll just fix them. No villainesses, no death flags. Easy.”

But there’s a catch. His idea of “helping” sounds less like kindness and more like a mafia interrogation. His “comforting presence” feels like seduction. And his sharp instincts, cold charisma, and don’t-mess-with-me aura only make him dangerously irresistible.

The result? Disaster.

Instead of reforming the villainesses, every single one of them becomes obsessed—with him. Not just a little obsessed. We’re talking: following him through hallways, threatening anyone who looks at him, sharpening knives while humming love songs. Instead of peace, Jimmy now has ten yandere villains fighting over him like it’s a blood sport.

And while they might look like noble ladies, their eyes scream, “If I can’t have you, no one will.”

Jimmy thought the mafia was bad. But this? This is worse. At least mobsters shot you clean. Yanderes come with poisoned tea, dagger-filled smiles, and enough emotional whiplash to make him miss the bullets.

So now, every day, surrounded by death flags and dangerous women, Jimmy has only one thing left to say in his head:

“Why the fuck does my luck suck this bad?!”

Trapped in a pastel-colored death trap disguised as a romance game, Jimmy Bellic—now Rudeus Blackheart—must survive love itself… or die trying.

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