The Boyfriends I Picked Up in Horror Games Are All Bizarre
Bai Yao found herself cast as the venomous supporting female in countless terrifying worlds—beautiful beyond compare, yet reeking of wealth and suspicion. After her system dropped the word "conquer" and promptly lost connection due to poor signal, she was left to fend for herself. Having read countless novels, Bai Yao understood the pattern: wasn’t she supposed to win over men with tragic backgrounds? At her first encounter with someone, she noticed a dark red glow surrounding him, and guessed he must be her target. Thus— In a haunted boarding school, she rescued a pure-hearted boy being bullied. She tutored him, brought him flowers, and, together, they hid in the art room where someone had died, secretly embracing one another. In a deserted hospital where six people struggled to survive, she saved a frail boy whom everyone else abandoned as a burden. She brought him supplies and gear, and hiding together in a wardrobe, she kissed him cautiously. On an island riddled with danger, she encountered a black, tentacled creature resembling an octopus. She welcomed it without hesitation and tucked it into her pocket. As it grew day by day, eventually taking human form, she decided it was time to teach it how to kiss. When the system reconnected, it shrieked in disbelief, "How have you managed to fall in love with so many monstrous bosses?" Bai Yao replied, "Weren’t you the one who told me to conquer them?" The system nearly broke down. "I meant for you to beat the game and survive to the end, not romance the bosses!" Bai Yao hesitated. "Ah... well..." The unspeakable creature tore its body in two, its tentacles offering all the shells it had hidden to her. "Yao Yao, kiss me." Bai Yao thought, with their affection at its peak, how could she not?
The Boyfriends I Picked Up in Horror Games Are All Bizarre
Late at night, Bai Yao lay in bed, unable to sleep.
It had only been a month ago, she thought, when she had been showing off her wealth to her so-called friends, and in the blink of an eye, she found herself in a strange place.
She understood what had happened—this was called transmigration.
Sure enough, a burst of static sounded in her mind, accompanied by a mechanical, genderless voice that stiffly announced, “Welcome to... the game... Please, player, begin your... conquest...”
The electric noise was so harsh that Bai Yao clutched her ears in pain; what she could make out was fragmented and jumbled. Soon, the voice in her head vanished without a trace, as if the signal had dropped or the power had suddenly been cut.
Yet Bai Yao was nothing if not clever. She had read enough melodramatic novels to know the drill: after transmigrating, she was supposed to win over some ill-fated man, fall in love with him, and rescue him from his loneliness and cold.
She gazed at her reflection in the mirror—skin like porcelain, stunning features, a delicate face flawless in every detail, her long, slightly wavy hair tumbling down her shoulders, reminiscent of the “heartbreaker” waves that had been all the rage not long ago.
Of course, that was exactly what her so-called friends said about her behind her back.
But Bai Yao never thought of herself as a heartbreaker. All she wanted was to give each handsome boy a warm home—was that so wrong?
Of course not!
What comforted Bai Yao most was that her beauty had come with her. The diff
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