Transmigrated into the "wholesome game" world as the degenerate playboy Sellenan—descendant of a Saintess bloodline but a complete failure. The story begins with a "fallen succubus" plot. To avoid becoming one of those shameless creatures—and to preserve the last shred of his male dignity—he chooses to fight back with everything he has…

And so, shouting nonsense like “bonds! justice!” and other phrases no one could understand, he charged straight into the demon army trying to turn him into a “fluffy plush toy”…

His courage won the approval of his childhood friend, and his conviction earned the favor of the gods. As a reward, the gods awakened his bloodline...

Loberia: So can anyone tell me why awakening the bloodline turned me into a Saintess?

Faced with the surrounding, menacing trolls closing in, the elegant Saintess could only force a polite smile and curtsey.

“Gentlemen Trolls, could you… please be a bit gentler?”

[Magical Girl] + [No Romance] + [Plot-Driven] + [Multiple Identities]

As the former top magical girl of the Moonlight Rank, Mandrake became a wanted fugitive of the Magical Court after being forced to kill a teammate during a mission.

Corrupted by the incident, most of her magic was rendered useless—leaving her with only an improper and indecent form of tentacle magic.

To evade capture, Nan Yuli abandoned her identity as a magical girl, blending completely into the mundane world of ordinary people.

That is, until one day, her little sister suddenly announced her dream of becoming a magical girl—and, to Nan Yuli’s horror, seemed to be making real progress toward that goal.

At that moment, Nan Yuli panicked.

—Your big brother here is the Magical Court’s number one fugitive! If you become a magical girl, they’re going to dig into my past and expose me! What am I supposed to do?!

—And why, at your age, are you so determined to pursue this career path?

—As someone who’s been through it, let me tell you—it’s not great.

—What? You’re saying you only listen to Sister Mandrake?

—I f**king…

Thanks to her sister’s relentless efforts, Nan Yuli’s true identity was finally exposed.

Cornered by former comrades and old friends, the sly and cunning girl could only put on a weak and helpless expression.

“You… What do you want? D-Don’t touch my tent**les!”