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“Let me go, you otaku vampire cultist!” Is what she would’ve said the moment she woke up, but her hangover left her with the worst headache in the world, a throat as dry as the Sahara and a weird dream of another life. The pain left her lying down like a salted fish and giving up on going back to sleep, opening her eyes cautiously. 

What greets her is a creepy cellar lushly furnished in dark colors and a long chain connected to a shackle on her ankle. As if that wasn’t enough, there was a person cosplaying as a vampire otome game character passing her a goblet too. Ria decided that the pain was way too real to be a dream, but she wouldn’t put drugs off the table. She’s summarily proved wrong when she stares at the mirror at a face she recognized from the prologue of an otome game she’d been playing. As if that wasn’t enough blood somehow tastes orgasmic now and she has a terrible allergy to the sun (the type that leaves her a smoked corpse after). 

Or that story where an officer worker is reincarnated into a game world and finds that things she thought were cute or funny were far more dangerous than it seemed.

Table of Vampire Variable

Table of contents

Volume 1 :Baby Fangs