A Horror Game or an Otome Game

My boyfriend and I were playing one of those honesty games when he suddenly claimed he made money by working as an NPC in a horror game, killing players for cash. I laughed immediately. Looking at his clear, puppy-like eyes, every blink just made me want to hug him.A killer? Please. What kind of killer would spend every day cooking, doing laundry, handing over all his money, and constantly begging his girlfriend for cuddles? He was more like the perfect boyfriend straight out of a dating sim.That was until one day, I found different strands of hair on him. There were long black hair, short curly blonde hair, and even coarse, short hair that clearly belonged to a man.Enraged, I slapped him hard across the face.“Lucas, seriously? I didn’t know you were into playing around like this.”He covered his cheek, looking innocent as he hurried to explain, “No, babe! Those are from the players I killed!”The excuse was so ridiculous that I packed up and stormed out that very night. Da

The live comments flew across the screen.“What’s going on? Why did the final boss appear so early?”“Not only did he show up early, but he didn’t even kill anyone. He let them all escape!”“Is this some kind of bug? Since when has the boss been so merciful? None of the previous players who ran into him survived longer than three seconds!”“Maybe killing too quickly got boring. He probably wants to try a new game this time. These players might end up dying worse than the others.”“The boss has such an insane presence. You can tell he’s ridiculously handsome even through the mask!”“Stop simping already. That’s a literal psychopath! He’s the cruelest and most ruthless boss in the entire game!”…Once we hid inside one of the guest rooms, everyone finally let out a breath of relief. The skinny guy looked guilty. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold it in back there and almost got you all killed.”I patted his shoulder to comfort him. “Horror games are a survival hell. It’s not your fau

Just as we successfully climbed onto the attic floor, a severed limb—still dripping with blood and clutching a knife—flew straight toward us. In the chaos, I caught a glimpse of a mandrake flower tattoo etched onto the arm, but something about it felt off.With no time to think, I simply ran, and somewhere in the panic, I lost the man with glasses. I didn’t even have a clue where I went, but I ended up spotting a hole in the wall. So, I crawled through and discovered an entirely different world inside. On the outside, the building was all wooden structures and beams, but inside the wall cavity, the space was built with black stone blocks. I moved forward with fear, worried about traps or monsters popping out again.After only a few steps, I reached a fork in the path. Three routes lay before me, and I could only choose one. Strangely enough, both the left and right paths had large metal warning signs planted in front of them, like those “Caution: Slippery Floor” signs you see in p

He placed me back onto the soft bed I had been lying on earlier. I tried to get up and run, but he caught my wrist and held me in place effortlessly.“What? Are you trying to escape?”“Obviously. Or do you expect me to stay and wait for you to tear me apart?”I kicked hard toward his stomach, but he caught my leg with ease. Even as I glared at him furiously, his eyes only grew brighter.“You acting like this makes it really hard for me to hold back.”As he spoke, he buried his face against my neck, and his hot breath brushed my ear.I shoved him away hard and snapped, “You’ve definitely eaten human flesh before. Don’t ever think about kissing me again!”His expression turned innocent. “I’ve rinsed my mouth.”I stared at him in disgust and shock. “You do eat humans?”He laughed and tapped the bridge of my nose lightly. “Do you believe everything I say?”I was about to ask more, but he didn’t give me the chance. He pulled me back down and kissed me.…The comments in the live