Synopsis
To survive a car crash, I signed a contract to transmigrate into another world — as the infamous villainous noble lady. Bully the sweet, innocent flower protagonist? Sure, I can handle that. That was the plan, anyway. But when I opened my eyes, I was strapped to a chair, completely unable to move. The protagonist stood right in front of me, humming something unsettling, wearing this strange little smile — and holding a glowing red-hot iron rod. "Make your choice," she said. "This... or something else?" What is happening?! [Ding dong, minor complication detected. The correct title of this world…
