Reborn into an excessively derivative Tokyo urban supernatural game, Natsuba Hanae gradually realizes she’s the second daughter of the Natsuba conglomerate from the original story. She’s that character: stunningly beautiful, utterly useless in combat, the ultimate flower vase. And a sacrificial lamb, destined to marry a fifty-year-old geezer upon reaching adulthood!

To save herself, Natsuba Hanae rises up in defiance, embracing her villainous side, and laying down schemes from a young age.

However, the limitations of having no supernatural abilities are too great. Just when she feels overwhelmed and powerless…

A cheat she created for this very game in her past life appears in her mind.

Natsuba Hanae: “Yessss!!”

[Thousand Faces Simulator Activated]

[You can now role-play as yokai, gods, and more]

[You have drawn the A-rank role-playing template – Ubume!]

[Upon meeting certain conditions, Ubume will evolve into the S-rank template Nine-Headed Bird!]

[Condition 1: Become the mother of one hundred girls]

Natsuba Hanae: “…”

How am I supposed to do that? Give birth to them?

Transported to a Western fantasy world, I became a noble with garbage-tier aptitude. Although I awakened a talent that lets me draw a lottery every day, most of the stuff I pulled was pure junk. Hecate had already mentally prepared to lie flat and mooch off the family forever.

But unexpectedly, the lottery talent drew the Witch Seed.

Every gift from fate has its price clearly marked.

The moment he chose the Witch Seed, his affinity with magic hit the maximum. Just breathing in a bit of air would boost his power.

But the cost was…

Ruo Xiaoxi is a stunningly beautiful and adorable vampire princess. In order to maintain her daily blood supply, she’s forced to become emotionally involved with various girls.

“Can getting a meal be considered green tea behavior? Who’s the real s*umbag here?!”

“I just want to give every girl a warm little nest (blushes).”

…

“Shameless little b*tch! Stop right there!”

“What?! Let go of me! Who are you? I don’t know you!”

“Now that you’re in a dress, you don’t recognize me?! Let’s see you run now!”

Click!

The locked handcuffs bound them together, and Ruo Xiaoxi’s face gradually paled.

She knew her retribution had arrived.