I'm A Capture Target?! [BL]

Chapter 1

Everything didn't always go right in Reeses' life. She never confessed once to her crushes, always had bad grades in school and didn't have time management so she was always late and got a scolding.

Even after death, it didn't go right.

Reese stared at the mirror before her. Her eyes eyeing up and down on his reflection.

A young man, maybe at the age of seventeen stood with a confused, dumbfounded expression. Despite wearing the strange face, he still looked dashing in appearance. Especially the color of his eyes, which were the color of jeweled amethyst with a hint of blue.

What surprised Reese the most was the identity of this person, the body she occupied. She knew him.

Reese Graschen.

The hidden capture target in the game she played before her death, Royals' Romance Chaos.

Royals' Romance Chaos was a typical otome game set in the medieval period where princes and princesses exist. One plays the main character, a noble girl from the neigboring country and attends the Royal Academy, the most famous school of education for nobles. The main character then, meets six handsome men, including the hidden capture target.

It was the most popular otome game but Reese didn't play it just because of its fame.

It's solely because of the character, Reese Graschen. He was the reason she played the game on her own accord.

She shared the same name with him.

This character was extremely good-looking, even better than the main targets. But he was not that popular because his route was set at the highest difficulty.

One had to endure days of countless trials and errors before stepping into his route and succesfully conquer him. That's why most people who played this lightheartedly didn't have the courage and patience to win him.

But Reese was different. She had successfully conquered all the capture targets except for this one. She was so close to winning his heart when her life abruptly ended.

The bitter regret of unabling to reach the last end still stayed in her heart. But this isn't what she should be thinking of right now.

Right now, she was in the very body of Reese Graschen.

Why?

She was supposed to be dead. Not breathing. Yet, here she was standing in an exquisite bedroom styled from the renaissance era. Rows of high quality paintings decorated the walls and a gigantic chandelier made of glass beads hung in the middle of the room. Can this still even be called a bedroom?

Moreover, whenever she kept moving, she felt uncomfortable. What is this thing that keeps dangling between my legs...

Reeses' hand unconciously twitched. Her fingers traced down the cotton made belt, below her waist. It touched the unfamiliar bulge.

Feels weird.

A sudden knock came from the door. Without waiting for a response, it immediately opened. Reese couldn't react fast enough and was caught in a strange situation.

"..."

"..."

The servant that had come in stayed still and stared at Reese.

A young man full of vigor touching his own crotch. He was still in his ongoing puberty stage so it was inevitable that he's curious of his own body...