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Episode 1
Chapter 1. ‌
Becoming a Bride of the Driblyane Family!
"You have competed for a long time to receive this selection."
The Patriarch's quiet voice ‌‌resonated in my ears.
I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling with tension.
The atmosphere grew suffocating. The pheromones of alphas in extreme excitement permeated the entire space.
"The next family head will be chosen by the designated mistress. Only the most superior male among you deserves to be selected."
Before me knelt three handsome men, their eyes blindfolded.
The eldest—Ian Driblyane, master of the Empire's greatest assassination guild, Joker.
He tilted his chin upward, ‌‌‌‌a subtle smile ‌‌‌‌playing at his lips, and turned his head slightly toward me.
The gesture seemed to suggest that if he weren't chosen, he would immediately unleash his assassins to eliminate his younger brothers—
"Little one. If choosing is difficult, shall I ‌‌make it so only one option remains?"
"No!"
As expected!
I immediately and firmly refused.
That was one hundred percent ‍‌sincere. Ian was a terrifying man who would gladly eliminate all other choices, leaving only himself, and possessed the patience to wait until I came to love him.
"I'm fine with whatever you ‌‌do. I even cleaned up after you hit the Pope ‌‌on the back of the head."
Well, that's true, but...
I flinched at Ian's gentle remark. That had been the biggest blunder I'd ever made.
'But ‌‌‌I didn't know he was the Pope of the Holy Empire. And who was the one encouraging me to hit him more?!'
Thinking about it that way, I felt ‌‌‌somewhat wronged. He must have deliberately provoked me back then.
"Hey, Roundie. You're going to ‌‌‌pick me anyway, so why hesitate? Stop wasting time."
That was when the second brother, exuding decadent beauty from head to toe, interjected with a growl.
Dante Driblyane.
The youngest member of Paladin, the global order of knights that gathered only Sword Masters.
He was cracking his knuckles as if suppressing impatience. Yet somehow, it looked like he might kidnap me and flee at any moment.
Usually, he displayed the restrained ‌‌demeanor of a well-trained knight, ‌‌almost rigidly disciplined... ‌‌but in truth, Dante had high impulsivity and was unpredictable.
'And the youngest...'
Even as the two spoke, I shifted ‌‌my ‌‌gaze toward the one who remained silent.
'I can tell she's smiling even without looking.'
Even though the blindfold covered my eyes, I could sense it. That girl was staring directly at me in this very moment. A thin cloth wouldn't stop her ‌‌‌gaze from finding me. Not her.
Yuri Yerevan Helicoprion Driblyane.
The sole Crown Prince of the Demon Empire.
He was notorious for his persistence. Then again, if I thought about it, none of those three lacked persistence....
But him especially! His persistence was something that demanded careful attention.
"Sister."
Yuri crawled toward me on his knees and pressed his cheek ‌firmly into my palm.
"Yuri only listens to sister."
Not a warning to never abandon him, not a threat about what happens to something once it's been tamed.
He never spoke to me that way.
Always with affectionate words, harmless demeanor, and obedient expression.
He behaved like a cute young beast willingly placing its leash ‌‌in my hands.
Soon Yuri brushed his lips against ‌‌‌my palm with his characteristic coquetry, and I had to exert every ounce of willpower to maintain my composure as my toes curled involuntarily.
"It must be difficult, but we are of thick beast blood, so ‌‌it cannot be helped."
Father gently wrapped an arm around my shoulders and made his quiet declaration.
"Now ‌‌‌then, Florin. It is time to choose your husband."
Thump.
As I exhaled, my chest inexplicably sank.
My heartbeat accelerated steadily.
'So... one of these three is about to become my husband.'
In this world, there exist seven ‌‌‌‌superior races said to have been so deeply ‌‌loved by God that they were granted special powers and status.
One of them is the saber-toothed tiger clan—the Driblyane.
Kings of beasts. Those blessed by demons. The center of the ‌Demon Empire and ‌‌a prestigious house with wealth and power rivaling ‌‌‌‌the imperial family itself.
But more important than that... the Driblyane are the world's foremost arms dealers.
In the ‌‌‌original work, they were unscrupulously depicted as villains who sold weapons, perpetuated wars, and grew fat on the profits.
'And in the end, they all fought over the heroine in a love triangle and met a cheerful extinction ending....'
I was now becoming the official mistress of a house awaiting such a ‌‌future.
It was something I had waited for a long time.
"By the way, it matters not to me whom you marry. The conclusion remains the same—you will become my daughter-in-law."
"Father, what if my ‌‌choice proves wrong?"
"Then the Driblyane will fall. Do not worry."
Well, that's certainly... encouraging to hear...!
My head felt dizzy from not sleeping properly these past nights. I ‌‌sighed and hesitated for a moment.
Ending a relationship is an impossibly difficult thing. I wanted to run, but as a daughter-in-law of the Driblyane house, there was one thing I never learned—how to retreat.
I only know ‌‌how to bite.
Well, I'm a beast too, after all.
'Really. When I first possessed this body, I never imagined I could create a future like this.'
I had no idea how busy I'd been keeping the Driblyane from collapsing like in the original work.
And it still wasn't over.
The original story's second half is where the real war begins.
To protect my family from the grasp of this world's beloved heroine, the choice I must make is—
"Father, I...." ‌‌‌
The moment words finally spilled past my lips, I found myself remembering something from long ago.
I first met Father during a winter when I had already undergone possession seven times.
* * *
'Insane, an unfamiliar ceiling!'
Like the protagonists in web novels, I instinctively recognized this as possession the moment my eyes opened. If there was one thing that set me apart from ‌‌other possessed individuals, it was that I welcomed possession with my entire being.
'Wow, this lavish bedroom looks like I could bite into a diamond spoon!'
I swept my gaze across the surroundings and let out an internal cheer.
'Oh God, thank you. Thank you. So this is what it means to have a stroke of luck in my fate...!'
My last memory was trembling and cursing at a truck speeding away in a hit-and-run. I died ‌‌‌‌cursing up a storm, and it turned out to be a possession ‌‌‌‌truck all along!
Since my previous life wasn't particularly regrettable, I was actually delighted. My body felt a bit inconvenient and stiff, but what did it matter? Perhaps it was because I was a newborn.
I brushed it aside without concern and simply savored my happiness.
'There's a lovely fragrance in this ‌‌‌‌bedroom too.'
Could this be a child-rearing story?!
Like protagonists in all sorts of child-rearing narratives, having a chance to start everything anew was actually welcome.
I wasn't sure why they called it a child-rearing story instead of a baby-rich story, but regardless, what mattered was that I ‌‌‌was fully prepared to embrace this possession.
'What's my status? Could I be royalty? Or perhaps nobility?'
The ornate vanity that looked fit for a queen consort was decorated with a ‌‌solid gold ‌‌leopard. Above the wide window was stained glass etched with medlar blossoms, ‌‌‌and potted plants filled every corner, all meticulously maintained.
An elegant green couch and ‌collections of blue porcelain.
Walls completely covered in... family portraits...?
'Hmm, it seems more like the taste of a middle-aged noblewoman than a child's room.'
This must be Mother's room!
With ten years of web novel reading experience under my belt, I surveyed the space with a keen eye and reached a conclusion.
Jackpot!
Now I could live surrounded by people who would say, 'The young lady ‌‌‌has taken a breath, so all 365 days are national holidays!' with every breath I took!
Oh my.
I am Kim Aram. My parents passed away early while exploring remote regions, and I was left with ‌‌relatives at thirteen. From that point ‌on, I lived carefully, always trying not to be disliked or cause trouble.
Fortunately, I inherited sturdy ‌‌health from my parents, and as soon as I became an adult... I obtained my excavator license and became independent.
At first, ‌‌‌the older men were quite territorial, but since I inherited my parents' gentle nature, fitting into the group wasn't difficult.
'Ah, looking ‌‌‌‌‌back, it was an interesting life.'
Though I had few regrets. ‌‌‌‌
'Could it be that even with my meager means, because I didn't do anything illegal and made proper payments, I'm receiving this reward after death?'
Recalling the purchase history on my KakaoPayX app, I wiped my ‌‌‌‌‌nose.
Child-rearing stories really are the best, aren't they?
"The medlar tree has such pretty blossoms this time, Mother."
"My goodness. It feels wonderful, as if it means you'll return safely from the battlefield again this time." ‌
Huh, wait? But why are you spraying me with a watering can?
Moments later, cold sweat ran down my face. Something had clearly gone very wrong.
'Why am I not even human?!'
Thud.
A delicate petal fell with my anguished cry.
It was only later, through repeated possessions, that I learned the ‌‌‌‌truth: I had been transmigrated into a world from "The Fallen Saint and the Beasts of Madness"—a crude, explicit adult novel notorious for its depravity.
In this scorching reverse harem of beast-men, where the protagonists engaged in explicit acts at every turn, filling more than half the narrative with their debauchery, I found myself as nothing more than...
a tree possessed by some noblewoman.
No, please send me back!

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