Does YTTD Nao Survive The Main Game?

I’m the heroine in an erotic story. My specialty? Turning anything hot or cold into something steamy. On the first day I landed in a horror game, the boss told everyone to choose how they wanted to die. I smiled and said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.” Boss: “???”

I transmigrated into a dating-sim otome game where I was supposed to romance a soft, fragile male lead. I had finally pushed him onto the bed and was just about to make my move when the long-missing system finally popped back online. [Host, I sent you to the wrong game. This is a horror game.] [The man you’re bullying right now is the horror game final boss.] I lifted my head and met a pair of blood-red eyes staring straight at me. My smile froze. “Um… you look a little tired. Maybe we should… continue this another day?” He smiled back, calm and terrifying. “I’m not tired. Go on.”

Naomi: This girl claims to protect me!? She’s so cheeky for someone who fainted just seeing the ghost. I am Dolores Rosevul, a quiet college student. But today, without any reason, I was attacked by a mysterious ghost while visiting a Mansion with my friends and fainted. When I finally awoke…She knew what her fate was, death. The only thing she could do now was to hold on tight to Naomi's thighs. Noami: Hmph! Don’t think for a moment that I’ll give someone like you any attention! Dolores: Don't like me, just protect me. --------- Nerdy Noah finally met his rival after over ten years. Marcel Ryuu was taller than him, a better student than him, and even the girl that Noah liked had a crush on him. Noah: My crush likes basketball, I'll work for the school basketball team! Noah: My crush likes calm and cold looking men who secretly only care for her, I will only act cold from today! Marcel [during a battle scene]: Why do you help me? Marcel [after coming out of the mansion]: Why are you still here following me? Marcel [guessing]: Are you secretly in love with me? Noah: No! No! My crush is following you! ___________,_ Disclaimer: The story contains two love story.

My mom is one of the world's leading AI scientists. Not long after I'm born, she creates an AI companion sister, Nova, designed just for me. She claims Nova is equipped with the world's most accurate lie-detection system. If I ever lie, Nova can surely detect it. From that day on, Nova becomes the judge of my fate. Whenever she issues an alert and declares that I'm lying, it doesn't matter if I'm telling the truth—the only things waiting for me are a hard slap and a trip to the dark isolation closet. I try to defend myself and fight back, but Mom coldly insists that the AI robot she personally built can never go wrong, which only convinces her that I'm a habitual liar. On Children's Day, Mom does something she's never done before. She takes Nova and me on a trip to the amusement park. Looking up at the towering bungee platform, I clutch my chest and desperately shake my head. But Nova coldly pulls up her analysis report. "Tina's abnormal heart rate is from lying. A full-body scan shows that she's in perfect physical health." Mom's expression immediately darkens. She grabs me by the ear and drags me toward the platform. "How dare you lie again? You must jump today!" The moment weightlessness hits, my heart feels like it's exploded. The pain is so intense that I can barely breathe. As my vision blurs, Mom continues her lecture about my terrible lying habit in a disappointed voice. Bloody tears slip from the corners of my eyes. "This time, I'm really not lying, Mom. I'm dead, and I will never lie again."

In a drought-ravaged apocalypse, I kept our entire apartment block alive with my “watermaker” ability. But when I grew weak, my neighbors shattered my limbs and turned me into a living water source. Later, when raiders stormed in, they dragged me out to take the blade for them, only to realize that even my severed arms could still produce water. So, they shouted about “saving humanity,” then shoved me into the crowd and fled in the chaos. People rushed forward one after another, tearing at my flesh. But I didn’t die. What was left of me fell into the hands of a monster, and I was subjected to inhuman torment day after day. Ten years later, when the apocalypse finally ended, that monster tossed me into an incinerator. Only then did I die. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment I first awakened my ability, just as my neighbor knocked on the door, begging for water.

The whole world got sucked into a survival horror game. While everyone else was grinding mobs and trying not to get wiped, the system bugged out and tagged me as an NPC. My role? Takeout girl. I cruised around on my busted scooter, dropping food at boss lairs. If my rating dipped under 9.0, I'd keel over instantly. I figured I was just some unlucky idiot skating on death's edge. Then a pack of dumb players tried to jack my ride. That's when the scariest bosses in the game roared at once: "Who the hell thinks they can touch my crew?!"