I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead

Verena had unlocked the Interrogation Date Route.

This was not a route she wanted to be on.

She wanted the "Peaceful Background NPC Life With No Touchy Feelings" route. She wanted tea. Silence. Maybe a nice fireplace. Not Isolde sitting beside her like a smug dominatrix with eyes that gleamed too brightly for someone who just accused her of time-hopping.

And definitely not Penelope walking in exactly five seconds later with a tray of cookies and way too much cleavage for someone bringing baked goods.

"Oh no," Verena muttered. "They’ve multiplied."

Penelope blinked at the scene.

Verena draped dramatically across the bed, Isolde sitting like a smug wife who caught her husband cheating—and smiled.

"I see I’ve missed something interesting," she said, setting the tray down with a little bounce. "Should I sit on the other side?"

[SYSTEM WARNING: Surrounded by Dangerous Women. Death Flag Stabilized. Sanity Stat Decreasing.]

Verena scrambled to sit up, only to accidentally bonk foreheads with Isolde.

"OW—WHY ARE YOU THIS CLOSE?!"