After spending some quality time with my senior who looked like the protagonist of my novel, I put the previous night out of my head and pulled out an old school relic.

“It’s still fun to look at.”

I read <Let’s Live Together>, a novel I wrote as soon as I became an adult. It was filled with the sentimentality of someone who hadn’t yet outgrown their adolescent fantasies.

It wasn’t officially published; it was just a stack of papers printed as a commemoration.

It was a risqué 19+ reverse harem novel, featuring multiple male leads vying for the affection of the heroine.

The character that senior resembles is none other than the crown prince. The sole heir to the empire, infatuated with the heroine, going to great lengths to protect her among the other male leads.

“Phew, it’s still so good.”

Since I had written each character according to my own preferences, it was only natural that I liked them.

“Indeed, I wrote it well.”

Clap, clap, clap.

As a single tear of emotion rolled down my cheek, I was about to close the book when a dazzling light burst forth.

“Ugh…!”

And that was my last memory of my world.

As the light shot out from the book, I unconsciously closed my eyes. When I opened them, to my surprise, I found myself standing on a grassy field.

Surrounding me were oval-shaped stones, each one as tall as me, placed on a cliff. I stood there, dazed, while the sea breeze blew fiercely in this mysterious place.

I was even more astonished when I eventually made my way to a place where there were a lot of people.

What unfamiliar people, and what an unfamiliar town.

For days, I wandered through a strange city like a ghost.

I discovered that the country I was in had the unusual name of Ilaritortika, and the place I was currently in was its capital Katirtoba. 

With that information, I realized that I had entered the world of the novel I had written.

Knowing where I was made it easier to adapt to this world, especially since I knew how to return to my original world.

‘I don’t know what brought me here in the first place, but let’s get back to the original world!’

Since I was already here, I decided to explore the world I created and even give this face a chance to shine!

The version of myself in this place was similar yet different. It felt like I had injected a version of myself that I desired into this world.

Bigger eyes, a higher nose, long limbs, and an amazing figure!

“I love this!”

These were sadly the first words I exclaimed to myself in the mirror.

I was surprised to find that the character resembling me didn’t appear in the book. At first, I was shocked and didn’t know what to do, but soon I accepted it. I must be an extra!

I had to come up with my own name, and although I didn’t know anyone around me, I gradually adapted to this imagined town.

Since it was my own created world, I thought there would be some advantages, but surprisingly, there were no buffs, so I had to find a place to live and work on my own.

I wandered around the town, looking for a place to work, and luckily, I succeeded in getting a job at a small general store.

* * * 

“Damn,” I muttered out loud, momentarily forgetting where I was.

“Oh, my, Miss Litrie. You shouldn’t use such harsh words.” 

I was corrected by the boss, who looked like the most ruthless thug in this city, but had the most refined way of speaking.

He loved to point out that using harsh words without reason would result in a pay cut.

“I’m sorry, Boss. Something terrible came to mind, and I couldn’t help it.”

“Oh my, what happened?”

Recalling an incident that happened three months ago, I chose my words carefully in my mind and put on a convincingly sad expression.

I couldn’t afford a pay cut from my meager salary.

“I feel like I’ve been caught with a pile of socks I haven’t washed in a month, by one of the most handsome people I know.”

“What? The most handsome person?”

The boss, with a genuinely handsome face, was more shocked than I was.

“Yes.”

That book (the one that shined a blinding light and absorbed me into it) should still be lying out in the open in my room, right? Since I’m here, of course, I couldn’t have put it away.

In case my parents or younger brother came in and saw it…

I don’t know how long it has been since I came to this world, but let’s say someone reported the fact that I am ‘missing’ to the police.

Before my family, the last person who saw me was my senior, so he might have come to the police station as a witness.

If my younger brother says, “This was the only thing left in my sister’s room!” then my senior would probably see that book, right?

The novel I wrote was interesting but left no clues.

The male protagonists, the crown prince, a chancellor, a knight commander, and the mage tower master are all attracted to the heroine who has traveled to this world from another dimension.

They are all so obsessed with the female protagonist that they go as far as imprisoning her. Would you classify that as slightly obsessed or insanely obsessed?

The heroine, who is imprisoned, spends many steamy nights while captured by these men. She tries to get back to her own world somehow, and to do so, she searches for a ‘door’ that allows her to go to other worlds.

During the process of searching for the door, she spends a lot of time with the supporting characters, having nights filled with various encounters.

It’s a simple and enjoyable story where the heroine manages to escape this world and returns to her original world, where she finds a new boyfriend and lives happily ever after.

That’s the entire story.

A book with a plot like that, for my senior, might be the equivalent of unwashed socks for a month.

“Oh my, what did that person say about it?”

“Since then…….”

A pang of sadness struck. He must have forgotten I existed, or maybe he fell in love with someone else. Perhaps he no longer wants to sleep with me.

“It seems like it’s over. We haven’t been in touch.”

I pretended to wipe away tears that hadn’t even formed yet. I can’t reach him, and it’s true that he can’t contact me either, right?

“Oh my, that is swear-worthy! I admit it!”

Luckily, I didn’t get a pay cut.

The work hours passed slowly, and just before dinner time, the boss, after acting restless, quickly prepared to leave.

“I’ve got to run some errands. Miss Litrie, you can close the shop when it’s time.”

“Yes, Boss. Have a good time.”

The boss, who was clearly attending a gathering of local self-employed individuals, put on a brave face and left with determination. It seems to be nice to hear the word “boss”.

Maintaining the status quo is probably more important for growing this store, but I won’t be working here for long anyway.

And what could be better than having the boss leave the premises?

“Phew……..”

But I couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

“Ugh, I guess I should try working at a higher-paying job.”

The problem is, to go back, I need to go to a place called the “end of the world,” and, realistically, I need money to get there.

So, I’m forced to work to earn money.

The general store where I work is really ordinary, with ordinary customers and no danger. There is no meddling from the boss, so my mental health is good.

The downside is that the salary is quite ordinary.

Earning money like this and traveling someday to return to my original world, hmm…

I briefly considered going to the homes of the main characters and using their weaknesses to extort them– ahem, I mean, make some deals – but I gave up on that idea within a second.

Why? Because there are no flawless individuals among them.

“If I brag about knowing their weaknesses, my head will be chopped off.”

I am curious about their perfect appearances that I described according to my preferences, but I value my life too much. 

Every single one of them is a crazy person without any sense of moderation.