#eox's otome writer isekai

[adelinafugowantstowrite]

Nice! My otome game scenario is writing itself up, as expected!

Synopsis: Saito Sakura, a woman working as an author for the famous VN company “N*tr*pl*s” is currently the main writer for an otome game scenario coming up. One night, during The Crunch, she collapses and wakes up in her game world! However, she wakes up as Adelina Fugo, the main villainess/pain-in-the-butt for the commoner protagonist Petra Saenz. Worse than that, since the storyboard was never completed, she’s only got a general idea of where the story’s headed in each of the four main routes, and they all lead up to exile or death of her character!

“Well, worse comes to worse, this all serves as inspiration for when I wake up!”

Recap from last chapter: Adelina and Petra got introduced to each other like a wrecking ball--- quite literally, since Petra actually crashed into Adelina with enough force to tumble her down the dirt! What was actually surprising was The Queen of TenCal Academy actually maintain her cool composure - at least, if you asked anyone who knows her on a basic level. Instead of the expected lashing out and abusing her authority, she welcomed her instead, and set up a date to drag her somewhere!

But first, she needs time to cool off. She’s been having wholly invasive thoughts that keep derailing her mind. What exactly is going on?

Chapter 03/??:

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Adelina Fugo did not scowl.

No, sir-ee. Scowling was something that plebeians did when encountering any meaningless difficulty along their pointless lives.

I glowered, thank you very much. Now that’s a much more refined word fitting for someone of my status. The question being now, was-

“Why?” my face would’ve screamed to me had I looked into a mirror. As if there was such a convenient thing to know what anyone was thinking; except, this is my mind, I clearly know what I’m thinking.

Except not really, since somehow, someway, my memories and thoughts started getting jumbled. I know I’ve been to Japan before, they’re a hot vacation spot for the Nahuatl Republic after all, but these memories tell me that I’ve lived in Japan for well over 20 years. My latest place was over at Chiba, a 20 minute commute in bike to the Narita Airport if I so decided, but---

I shook my head.

Right, this is why I Absolutely Need to sort it out before even daring to see anyone outside.

Alright court! Rise! Greet! Sit!

Judge Adelina Fugo, present.

Jury Adelina Fugo, present.

Executioner Adelina Fugo, present.

Bring defendant Sakura Saito to the podium, please~ Is what I would say if this were an actual show like Judge Judy--

Ah, naughty, naughty~! I’m sorry, defendant Sakura Saito, but you cannot overrule nor impose your will over Queen, Judge, Executioner, Jury, AND Executioner Adelina Fugo so easily! Now, what shall we do with you?

Let’s see if this mental feedback is two-ways. Now, if this works, let me see who you really are instead of telling me!

Hmmmm... A mediocre writer, barely making ends meet, with big dreams that remained unaccomplished even when reaching your thirties, 28 is close enough for that, right?

Motivated enough to rise in the ranks, disregarding marriage opportunities? Why should I pity you about that? Our cultures are extremely different and I don’t really care to learn the details, so cut it out with that. Know your place, this is not Japan anymore, nor is this body that of Sakura Saito.

See? You’re not even bothering to talk back to me. At least try to make suppressing your voice entertaining. While I’m certain that whatever audience is out there is having a riot at hearing me monologue, at least try to emote so that more people can actually know how you’re feeling; otherwise they’d be really lost!

Hop*? --a--A-----A-----!!!!

OOOOOOHOHOHO, did you really think that me, The Protagonist of the story you were writing, was really let you have any screentime? Eeeeeeeh? What’s that, as The Queen I’m supposed to be the Villiainess? Aren’t those roles, like, two sides of the same coin? After all, without me, Petra won’t be able to fall in love with my fiancée, much less those other two nobodies, am I right Saaaaakuraaaaaaa?

Hey, hey, why are you acting so surprised? After all, this world you were writing about, it has magic, right? Unlike your boring world, where you lived and died as a mediocre person, not even fit to lick my shoes, didn’t even develop the mastery over your mental landscape to a degree such as mine, right? Right? Right!?

Oh, amusing, this is too amusing! A plebeian who could be considered a creator goddess, dying of exhaustion, and ending up as a prisoner within my mind! A goddess who, from what I’m gathering, has set in motion my own downfall via that oh-so-sickly-sweet Petra Saenz! But let me say one thing with absolute certainty, Sakura Sato.

I, Adelina Fugo, as your Judge, Jury, and Executioner hereby declare: Your punishment for daring to defile my mind is the utter and complete destruction of your narrative.

I’ll play my part as the Villiainess. However, Petra won’t be the ray of sunshine you envisioned her to be. If I am to go down, it shall be guns blazing, as it’s fit for someone of the Fugo famiglia. If I have a say in it, and I absolutely do since it’s my right, she shall be the Brutus to my Caesar.

For what it’s worth, your motivations DID inspire something in me. Your ravings to be a recognized novelist sparked an interest in the arts within me. So, rejoice! That mediocre story you were writing before you decided to become a freeloader was picked up by a much better writer than you ever could’ve been!

Best of all, you get front row seats to all the action! The nitty gritty details that you wanted to iron before heading back home, and drowning your mind with static while eating on cheap noodles are now here!

Hey, hey!

Aren’y you glad at all, Sakuraaaaaaaaaaaaa?

Ok, case closed~ That definitely felt good to do!

Aaaaaah, now that’s a much better expression on my face that nobody should ever see. An intense gaze, nose pointed upwards; and instead of a sneer, the biggest shit-eating grin as if the cat caught the mouse.

Rejoice, indeed.

I’ve got a date to attend to with Petra, after all; and it’s going to be glorious.

Chapter 03/??: Hostile Takeover.

[tobrodachi]

Nice! My otome game scenario is writing itself up, as expected!

Synopsis: Saito Sakura, a woman working as an author for the famous VN company “N*tr*pl*s” is currently the main writer for an otome game scenario coming up. One night, during The Crunch, she collapses and wakes up in her game world! However, she wakes up as Adelina Fugo, the main villainess/pain-in-the-butt for the commoner protagonist Petra Saenz. Worse than that, since the storyboard was never completed, she’s only got a general idea of where the story’s headed in each of the four main routes, and they all lead up to exile or death of her character!

“Well, worse comes to worse, this all serves as inspiration for when I wake up!”

Tags: Female protagonist, dense protagonist, otome isekai, her hands are rated E for Everyone, we going ham with this bois.

Chapter 01/??:

The Crunch, or how I learned to stop worrying and love coffee.

My name is Saito Sakura, a 28 year old Visual Novel writer for N*tr*pl*s who’s currently struggling to make ends meet. Got myself a nice little apartment over at the Narita prefecture, got enough money for my daily expenses, and I love my job. But if my life is so rose-tinted, then why am I struggling?

Because, and let me be clear here, having all of those nice things means absolutely jackshit when you’re pulling a month-long work into a single week. Especially if it’s the third day of said week, with the blinds closed unless I want to invoke the Mother Of All Headaches, and haven’t slept for the past 72 hours and counting; all while subsisting on a diet based of vending machine potato chips, extra-salty tuna onigiri courtesy of my juniors, and an ungodly amount of that sweet, sweet nectar known to mankind as coffee.

Thank you, God of Coffee, for allowing us mere mortals to harvest your beans for our gain. For giving us the inspiration to think of new and innovative ways to prepare your juices, so that we can pair it up with other produce. Milk for the stomach, sugar for the heart, and cinnamon for the soul.

Mmmmm, spicy~! Just the way mama likes it.

“Excuse me, miss Saito.” a voice I couldn’t identify called out to me in the middle of my coffee break, accompanied by a hand clasping my shoulder at the same time.

Rude.

I blinked to get the fog out of my eyes, and fixed my stare at.... who was him again? All I can recall right now are names of characters and places that don’t exist (yet!), and this self-important NPC comes to talk to--

“Please, go back home and take a rest, we’ll cover for you.”

!!!!!!

I take back everything I said about you, my most favorite intern! May you be blessed by the God of Coffee for anything you may need, without suffering from stress-induced gastritis until you’re late in your 40′s~

“Thank you, but I still need to finish at least some sort of idea for the Childhood Friend route, and I’m still struggling to find ideas for that.” My mouth replied still in auto mode, while brain-me was still off in lala land----

Saito Sakura, you utter and absolute fool! How dare you let your heart dictate what your mouth says!? Apologize to me, dammit!

“As expected of our senior! Please, keep doing your best!” My most hated intern cheerfuly replied as he waved and went back to his work station.

Noooooooo~! Please come back and give me back my well-earned freedooooom~!

As I took another sip of coffee in disappointment, my mind went back to think about the southern regions of the Patagonia, while my fingers started moving on their own to an invsible script.

After what felt like hours, I look at the clock hands, and they’re still at 10. Is it morning? Night? I lost count of the pass of time after my 20th cup (and trust me, I kept count), with my own sleepiness never quite leaving the edges of my mind. And now, even the center.

Can’t.

Think.

The only thing keeping me awake is that burning sensation in at the lower part of my chest that seems to be coming from my stomach, and the sheer sensation of my heart wanting to grow legs and jump out of me. What’s worse is that the burning sensation isn’t even calming down, but rather going up; but I’ll take this over not finishing near the deadline.

My sight blurs once again, and I try to focus back to the screen.

The screen stays blurry.

It’s alright, I can still type, even if I can’t see the keystrokes, it’ll just be that intern’s job to figure out what I wanted to write~

Except, well, my hands stopped moving. Huh, fancy that. I can’t feel my hands anymore drumming their beat against the keyboard, so at least I’m assuming so.

I look back at the still blurry monitor, and I can see it’s coming closer to my face, aaaaaand it just went up and above my head, and ow, now besides having this really annoying burning feeling in my chest, I now also have a killer headache.

But on the flip side, now I’m also feeling really, really, warm and fluffy and wonderful.

Maybe I’ll stay like this for a few more minutes....

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“-o sorry, I didn’t mean to do that!” A mop of brown curled hair doing its best impression of a person apologizing actually said to me while bowing down.

Wait, that’s actually a human person. Nevermind, carry on.

I scoffed and resisted the urge to yawn. Who does this girl think she is? Queen Anne? Puh-lease! Not with those clothes!

“Excuses, as expected of someone who doesn’t even know their place.” I replied, while picking myself off the ground-?

Wait, what was I doing on the ground in the first place? I find it unlikely I was taking a nap, I was just finishing admiring the great mountainous view of this campus---

Wait, that’s not it, I was in my office and then everything became blurry before---

I looked back at the talking mop herself, and she seemed even more apologetic than before. It seems she said something else before, but I didn’t pay attention to it. I gazed at my -gloved?- hands -whenever did I put gloves on?- and saw the silk fabric sullied by the gravel from the road. Seriously, a lady shouldn’t pick up herself like this!

“So, who are you supposed to be?” My voice sounds different- I ask to little miss mop over there, what a sorry view. But at least that question made her look up into my eyes.

Good, she’s got at least a semblance of backbone.

“M-my name--” She stuttered, aaaaaand what little respect she earned went down the drain. Doesn’t she have any self-respect? “-is Petra, Petra Saenz. I’m so sorry about---”

“Keep your mouth shut, and zip up your apologies.” I said -isn’t it rude, though?- haughtily because, again, how dare this imitation for a human try to go through life without affirming her presence?

I heard giggles around me, and turned my head to find my followers -wow, even a girl posse, nice- trying to hold their laughter at the situation. A quick glare fixed it, and they stopped the noises, clearly afraid of what may come. Good, it wouldn’t do to have anything else.

Turning back to the mop, she seemed even more cowed than before, as if expecting divine retribution, which may as well be what’s happening here.

“You’re talking to-” Saito Sakura, Saito’s the family name “-Adelina Fugo. Tennis Ace, Treasurer of the Student Council, and New York’s future Best Selling Author!” Wait, where did that come from?

Oh, wait, those were my goals when I was a kid!

But while those girls were nodding and clapping at my declaration, the mop looked more lost than ever, and this time I couldn’t even fault her.

“Uhm.... what’s New York?”

I’m asking myself the same here.

The other girls stopped clapping and looked at me expectantly.

I -want to rub my eyes and drink some coffee- pick up a flower-patterned fan I had hanging on my hip, before hiding my mouth with it.

“OOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” -damn, that felt good to do, even if it WAS hammy- I laugh before fanning myself.

“If you don’t know about it, then you’re not even fit to be in this school!” Can’t let them see me hesitate after such a blunder. My father won’t let me hear the end of it if he hears I backed down after such a ridiculous claim - wait, why would he have to hear it, I live alone - No, I don’t, I’m not even of age!

This is.....

so confusing......

A/N: Well, after reading one too many otome isekai web novels, I decided to try my hand at writing my own! If the synopsis catches your attention. I don’t know when I’ll update it, but I’m aiming for a once-a-month update schedule, both depending on response and my own workload.

This is still in its rough sketches, so the setting is bound to change eventually.

My first intention is to write a “transported to another world” where the protagonist lands herself in the middle of a visual novel she’s creating targeted towards women, where you can court any of 4 romantic interests, in this case boys. That, however, doesn’t mean that those won’t be her only options (if she ends up actually courting anyone).

Since I’m still worldbuilding, I wanted to get this introductory chapter out of the way before commiting to anything in the world.

I should definitely make a blog for this down the line

[adelinafugowantstowrite]

Nice! My otome game scenario is writing itself up, as expected!

WhySynopsis: Saito Sakura, a woman working as an author for the famous VN company “N*tr*pl*s” is currently the main writer for an otome game scenario coming up. One night, during The Crunch, she collapses and wakes up in her game world! However, she wakes up as Adelina Fugo, the main villainess/pain-in-the-butt for the commoner protagonist Petra Saenz. Worse than that, since the storyboard was never completed, she’s only got a general idea of where the story’s headed in each of the four main routes, and they all lead up to exile or death of her character!

“Well, worse comes to worse, this all serves as inspiration for when I wake up!”

Recap from last chapter: Sakura, working on coffee fumes and sheer willpower on her otome game scenario, finally collapsed under the strain in front of her computer. Meanwhile, in another world, Adelina accidentally gets thrown to the floor, and then she starts remembering a series of memories from places and actions she knows she hasn’t visited or done.

Chapter 02/??:

The Queen of Tengoku Calmecac Academy

I glanced out from the corners of my eye at the girls who were following me and my very command. Good, while they were confused as well, some even trying to hide their faces in shame so as to hide from everyone else their lack of knowledge of this ‘New York’. They didn’t seem to realize that I was also confused as much as they were.

Appearances are important in this circle, after all, and I couldn’t afford to look confused, especially after such an outburst.

Fixing my stare back to the - don’t call her talking mop, that’s rude - facsimile of a human being, she also looked ashamed of not knowing what I was talking about, but at the same time so much ore open. Like a trembling rabbit about to face its end in a petting zoo, before being passed from children to children, never quite knowing peace while everyone fussed and fawned over them.

It would’ve been cute had she actually got the spine to stand up to my bullshit even once. So far, she’s been nothing but a disappointment, and as such not even worth of my time.

Before she could even think to say anything, let’s give a shocking exit, I need some alone time to sort these fucking memories and feelings.

“Here’s a word of advice, consider it a freebie from a fellow girl.” I startled her, while dusting off whatever specks of dirty may have clung to my skirt after that fall.

She shuddered as my glare intensified. Good, that means she’ll be more likely to never forget these words.

“I don’t know who you are, nor particularly care. From your uniform, you look to be another student of TenCal Academy, a school for elites. So act! Like! It!” I punctutated the last three words for emphasis. After a short pause, she started nodding rapidly in understanding before I continued.

“An elite never apologizes, because they’re never in the wrong. Don’t apologize, instead thank for understanding. And above anything else, be mindful and observant.” Looks like the once-trembling girl had calmed herself, and was now listening with so much attention it almost made me have hope in her future.

“We’re human after all, and to be human is to err. But we’re the cream of the crop, and Perfection is our name and signature. You’ve only got one chance before the public opinion rips you to shred. Consider this your first and last warning, so don’t mess it up, capisci?” My face relaxed after I let out that rant in front of her. Whew, that felt good!

However, the monrel in front of me didn’t look properly intimidated (as it should be), but instead rather pensive. Hm, that wouldn’t do at all.

I looked behind me, and the girl posse were murmurin between each other in surprise, as if they expected me to take another route. Fancy that.

“You!” I pointed to non-important-character #2, and she stood up, eager to receive orders.

“Yes, Lady Fugo!?”

What was with that question!? You didn’t stutter, but you sounded so incredulous at that moment that I talked to you!

“Please escort little miss Rabbit over here at the end of class period to where my chaffeur usually waits for me at. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

The silence was so strong, you could hear a pin drop. Everyone had questions, but none dared to even ask me those.

Cowards.

I clapped once to snap them back to reality, and then they started nodding frantically, while little miss Rabbit just looked lost, before giving - what a gentle smile, it was worth doing good - a smile filled with her gratitude that reached to her eyes.

“Thank you, Miss Fugo!” she cheerfully replied after successfully getting over everything.

I clicked my tongue at her in annoyance, but she just smiled even brighter. And “Hmph. Don’t thank me, I’m just doing what’s needed to keep ignorant clouts like you from hurting this Academy’s reputation. Now off with you!” I shoo’d her away, and---

Was she actually laughing? At moi? What a cheeky NPC!

“Just GO ALREADY!” I shouted at her in annoyance before she said her goodbyes and ran to the classrooms, now happier than before.

Seriously! The nerve!

I didn’t pout, high-class ladies didn’t pout. Not at all! With a totally stony expression, I looked back to my girl posse, of which one finally had the audacity to come forward as a representative.

Sorry not sorry, non-important-character-#3, you’re all too generic for me to remember your names.

“Lady Fugo, if I may, why didn’t you crush that girl’s spirit for crashing with you into the ground?”

Ah.

So that’s what happened, and why I was on the ground in the first place.

They still needed an answer, and I could go over all the facts later, especially those extra emotions I’ve been feeling. Because, honestly, she’s right, but I can also give her an answer as to why within my own feelings.

“Do you ever grind to dust every single ant that crosses your way?” I replied nonchalantly, and it seems the tense atmosphere that came from my perceived odd behavior lifted itself.

“Remember her appearance. She wasn’t in uniform, so it must be her first day. Her dress came with typical folkloric patterns around the neck reminiscent of the Central Mexica empire. From what I felt when she crashed on me, the fabric was cotton. This all means that she probably had it comissioned by a skilled artisan in a small town, with poor quality materials from the region. Which, coincidentally, points to the most likely conclusion.” I paused to let it all sink in.

“That girl entered this academy, not via money connections; but rather by her own scholastic merits. She’s smart enough to keep her place in here, which also means she’ll be tough enough to be a challenge to crack down once she reaches her full potential!” This time I finished by covering my mouth with the back of my left hand before letting out a shrill OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! Seriously, that laugh is so addicting.

The girl posse looked in wonder at her, from having gathered so much information from a single meeting, and then understanding came. Apparently.

Seems like they had the wrong idea, because instead they were also now smiling and laughing at her! Disregard the fact there was no malice, simply laughing without sharing the joke should be punishable by death! Death, I say!!

What’s this I hear about “Lady Fugo’s finally realized she’s lonely”? You fool! Am I not gracing you all with my presence!? Bow down before me and ask for forgiveness!

With a stomp, I ceased the murmurs, but the posse was still way too relaxed.

By the time we realized, I was late to Calculus, but it didn’t matter since that teacher never took attendance. Now that I had silence, I could sort everything that’s been happening