Spending My Retirement In A Game - Chapter 911 Cult

—WSA 2025 Entry—Melissa, a common salary woman, now Lillian Ker Arius, an extra she had never heard of, has to survive in a world based on a Rom-Com RPG game she played before meeting her untimely end.Finally, being able to meet a character she admired for so long due to their uptight, strict, but gentle personality, how will she fair when she finds out that this character she admires so much is secretly a yandere underneath all her coldness?===

“If Gao ○○ and Zhen Jingwen both confessed to you at the same time, who would you choose? Heheheh, it’s so hard to choose! Can I just have both?!”

“What do I do if my GF likes BL? Shit! What’re girls reading all that stuff for? They should get married and have kids while they’re still young.”

“How would you guys rate my sister? Let me see…She looks pretty good. Old rules, 10 if she’s up to f*ck, 0 if she’s not, hahaha.”

“Disgusting homosexuals spreading Aids, perverted fujoshis are cancer of society!”

Not only did college student Xia Chuan have stage II advanced straight male cancer, he even had severe homophobia, much less being able to stand the existence of fujoshis. But then, he suddenly met with the greatest crisis of his life—

After waking up, he actually grew an organ only a girl would have between his perineum!

Was this not a dream?

Impossible…

Xia Chuan couldn’t stop his brain from recalling an ancient post on Baidu:

What if you turned into a girl one day?

—First, show your brothers a good time!

De! Fi! Nite! Ly! Not!!!! Xia Chuan pulled up his pants with gritted teeth and swore to defend his virginity to the death.

- Description from Novelupdates

Theodora is the Queen of Polis, a city-state that lost the war against the most powerful empire in the continent.

She is sure that they'll execute her immediately but, somehow, she survives the meeting with the Emperor, and she finds herself... Married?

Tossed in a new world without connections and allies, she has to either accept her fate or lose the chance to help her people once again.

She soon finds out that her new husband knows more about her than she does herself, and that his purposes are often far from what she expects.

A fallen queen that doesn't know how to be anything else. A handsome Duke who's the cause of her ruin. And their efforts to find some happiness in a marriage that's been forced on them.

WARNING: there are contents not suitable for a sensitive audience.

The smut scenes are half-censored at the beginning, but the amount and details will increase after a few dozen chapters (according to the Queen's mood .-. )

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«I'm sorry for lying to you, your grace...»

«You're a Duchess. No one will dare to consider your words a lie: if you say that you were painting souls, then it's the truth.»

«I will remember it.»

«No, you have to understand it, Theodora. You're not a prisoner, but my wife. I'll protect you when you need it, and I'll help you with any issue you have. You're not just a Duchess in the name. You're my Duchess.»

«It's hard to believe in such a short amount of time.»

«For now, stop shaking like a chicken. I won't hurt you.»

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At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?