My name is Baccara Rosaceae. I am born in Lithuania, Europe. My parents are both Caucasians. Due to some circumstances, we need to move to another country.  They decided to move in some parts of America, hoping for a better life.

I was not the brightest tool in the shed but I love reading since child. I will read everything stored up on my shelf and will ask for more. I turned out to be a nerd myself when it comes to literature.

But since then too, my parents burdened me with unrealistic expectations. They enrolled me in a prestigious school. They wanted me to study hard saying because we are poor, education is the only way we can overcome poverty.

We are not exactly poor, but my parents are really setting aside my personal feelings for what they wanted for me, for my future.

………

The school was harsh to me. Extremely harsh that bullying is an everyday course of my life. I don’t have any friends at all in grade school since my life repeated from school to house to another lesson and then sleep.

A sickening cycle of my parent's hopes and dreams, trying to maintain proper manners in front of them and maintaining my school performance to please them. Since I was just a child at that time, I don’t really have any choice.

I swallowed everything like a bitter pill.

………

Middle school came and I was still shackled by my parents as my life didn’t change much from my daily hellish routine. My only relief was when I discovered about anime, mangas, and light novels. I immersed myself into to the point of being a closet Japanophile and wanting to visit their country someday.

I liked their culture, their traditions and I even started studying their history and such.

I kept everything to myself. I don’t want people to know about that side of me. Not that I have any friends to talk about it, though.

My middle school life passes like what happened to my grade school. Constant loneliness, friendless and daily minor bullying…sometimes major…

I just have to swallow everything again.

………

As I entered high school, I already hit puberty and my body has undergone drastic changes. My body became more curvaceous and my breasts grew so large that it’s troubling my spine.

That’s the time I wanted to change my image as we move out to another state.

My high school life became better and smooth because of my appearance. I just hate the constant gazes I received from the lecherous eyes of the boys.

I began lying.

I lied about not being a virgin anymore to impress my peers. I lied about being in many relationships. I lied about many things to get the attention of people around me.

Everyone looked up to me. I was happy back then that I am getting the attention I never had in my life. The feeling is rewarding but the effects are horrible.

………

My behavior at the school began to become wild and obnoxious, constantly looking down at others, while I keep my sacred manner in front of my parents.

I have to wear a mask to shield myself from emotional pain. The tormenting life that I have gone through came to an end when I lie about myself…not knowing that I am also lying to myself.

It was tiring… I am torn inside of who is the real me.

I constantly strived for a good school performance and keeping a good attitude in front of my parents, while acting like a whore at school to show off.

Who am I again?

I never even slept with anyone, I never been in a relationship and I never even had my first kiss, and yet, my peers at school treat me otherwise.

I also got a boyfriend to show off to everyone to keep my constant lie protected.

I really don’t like him. He is just a decoration to keep my lie intact but he tried to make a move to me as he gets impatient with my excuses of avoiding sex with him.

I am scared.

He also used threats to make me have sex with him. He stops when I told him to knock it off and my supposed friends bullied him.

I can only cry to myself at night.

It is something my parents never knew. I was something I showed to my so-called friends at school. I can only show my sadness to none but myself.

………

It was then I realized as I enter college… I am being treated like a total slut.

A whore would do anything to have sex…

My parent expectations to me become fiercer as I entered college.

I am sick and tired. I don’t know who I am anymore. I am being swallowed by the ugly expectations of my parents and the constant lies I have created myself.

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Sadness torments my consciousness at night. The feeling of freedom was taken away from me a long time ago…and I thought that it wouldn’t be too long before someone forces me in bed.

It won’t be too long before my parents found out what I am doing in school.

I just curl up at my bed night contemplating what if I have done something different. That if I didn’t create lies in the first place… thoughts like that swirled in my mind.

But whatever I think, I see no salvation for my plight.

………

What is this?

A castle? There are few of these back in my homeland. Who are these strangers?

I am happy…

It seems that I am summoned into another world like what happened to novel protagonists, or anime or manga! We are summoned as heroes and it seems we have powers!

Is it my chance to make the right decisions?!

I did say that but there’s this one guy who openly said he is an otaku! It kind of hit my nerves and it feels like a really irritating guy!

As the introductions came I blurted out something I would regret!

Crap!

“I am Baccara. I am not going to say anything about what I am doing back in our world. But unlike most virgins here, I am greatly experienced in bed!~” 

I said while keeping the tone of my school persona.

I didn’t mean to say that! I am sorry random guy! What was your name again?!

It was then, it is his turn to introduce his self.

“How nice… Oh, I am next. Please call me Kouta! I am an Otaku! But also at the same time, I am a military soldier at service! 

Kouta? Is that genuine Japanese name? He does kind of resemble an asian…

“Soldier? Military? An Otaku like you?!” 

“Hehehe! We are actually a family of soldiers! My grandfather was a general you know! 

“Wh- what are you doing before you got pulled?” 

“Eh? Watching anime at my Villa in Europe” 

A rich guy?! You even sounded like boasting you are watching anime at your villa!

I don’t think I can get along with this man!

………

I met with people with different personalities and backgrounds. It was a real fresh start for me. I trained magic and many things about this world with them!

First is Rose!

She specializes in heal and she mutated into a fairy kin! I have to admit, she looks so young for a teacher. But what surprises me that most are that she is also a European.

Also, this teacher here is love struck with someone younger than her.

“Rose, what did you liked about Mito anyway? Isn’t he an opposite of a good student?”

“Eh? That’s so sudden Baccara. Wait..!? Like? No, no, no! As a teacher, I have to straighten out his delinquency! That’s all.”

“Fufufu. How cute.”

“Stop teasing me already.”

She is definitely a wife material. Good thing Mito isn’t that much of a jerk himself.

About Mito…hmmm…

I really don’t recall him being mean to me. We’re not that close and he is one those hot headed people I don’t want to associate with. But overall, I respect him and he does the same too as a comrade.

I’ll just let Rose handle him.

Next would be Ruri.

A fun and cute girl in her late teen who is outdoor active and always pick fights with the hot-headed troupes. She mutated into a beastkin and sprouted black panther ears. She is a Japanese native. I know that behind that brave bravado of her, she is hiding something painful too.

She sometimes visits the library and had me reads book to her which I find fun and fulfilling, like having a little sister.

The only problem is…she is quite foul-mouthed…

“Kouta! You bastard! You’ve gone and sneak again into my room you Motherf***er!”

“Woah, there! Don’t suddenly spring the blame to me!”

“F*** you! It’s always you!”

“Well, what if I did?!”

“RAAAAWWRRRR!”

And then there’s Dreg… a man who mutated into a Dwarven race. According to him, he is half British and he travels a lot.

We don’t know much about him since he is always quiet. But he is an important comrade as he is one the people with smart head over his shoulder.

There’s nothing much to say to him and I don’t know what kind of power does he have as he is not showing it off.

The twins…who mutated into elves… they are born Japanese… and they are Shinto priests as they said or rather…exorcists…

They are cute…but beware…

One of them is a boy…and they engage in an incestuous relationship.

Best not to bother them, but still, they are quite skilled in combat and they have good coordination with each other.

I wonder how many times they have done it…

Moving on…there are two odd people included among us…

A maid and an assassin…

A clean freak and a sleep freak…

This duo is the people I avoid the most.

Susanoo…is someone with an extremely sharp sense…among all of them, he might be the one who can figure out my lies…

But he reeks of something… and I don’t like it…

Maybe my instinct saying that this man has already killed people and won’t bat an eye if someone is killed in front of him…

Priscilla is easy to avoid contact as long as you know her policy well…

But when she got angry at me…I almost peed myself… honestly…

Those two are called Arcana Magician…

And their power is all about cheating and breaking the balance…

Best not to mind them…for now…

…

What left are the ones who stayed human…

Mana… she really never spoke of her background…

Mana…that woman…

She is always negative…almost the opposite of those hot-headed fighters…

But she is the most crazed about fighting if her stress level gets into a dangerous state so nowadays, Priscilla and I alters her adrenaline level with a spell we came up with together.

I am happy, though. She relies on me so much even she is older than me.

………

Next is Shun… A born Japanese man too.

The man who compounds magic together with me as both of us has too many ideas and theories to share with each other. He is the one I can trust my back the most. Among all of us, he is the one who’s thought, always works effectively.

………

And then there’s this guy!

That guy…Kouta who always gets on my nerve!!!

Hmph!

………

……

…

I am always getting called a bitch by jealous girls back at my school. They can’t accept the fact the boys fawns over me. Not that I liked being fawned upon.

But this one time…when Kouta called me one…it hurts…

My heart feels like it is in pain I just can’t seem to breathe properly. As our arguments about our training battle ended in quite a spectacle by me, burning his rear…

I kind of felt guilty about it but he is being overly idiotic by throwing glances at every perverted situation!

………

In my whole life back then, in our world, I was often called hot, erotic or sexy. Anything that could relate to sex, you name it.

Men are only interested in my body and want to take me to bed.

I hated it.

They can only think of my physical appearance, never even tried to know me better. But that, itself, is my fault.

KRING.

The bell jingles as the man I kind of hated… ties a pair of it together with a pink ribbon in my horns. Because my race as a human was overlapped with this world's rule, I evolved or morphed into a demon race, sprouting two horns and making my breast grow again.

It seems it his way of making up for me. The bell is really cute…

I feel like it doesn’t suit me.

“This…” 

“Oh! You’re prettier than before!!!” 

“Eh?! Pr-prettier!?” 

“Yeah! Yeah!” 

“I…” 

“Oh… why are you looking away? Are you sick or something? You look flushed. Did I do something wrong again?!”

No…!

There's nothing wrong…!

I…I am just so happy…

Me…? Pretty?!

I’ve never had anyone told me that… it’s…

My heart just started skipping beats… my face feels so hot and I don’t know how creepy my grin is right now…!

This man here, Kouta, has always been friendly to everyone. His loud mouth will always say something about anything. Even if I try to avoid him, he finds a way to talk to me and get me started with another verbal argument.

But…

I don’t hate it…not anymore…

I feel comfortable talking to him even, though he glances at my breasts frequently. Never mind my own breasts, he stares at every chest of the girls here.

When I argue with him, I feel like I am my true self. My real self comes out as our conversation gets heated and escalates into a fight where I am going to throw magic at him…

He really never did fight back against me…it was just one sided…

This goofy man that always has been on my nerves and, makes my blood boil and teases me at every chance he gets…

It feels refreshing because of his stupid antics.

I can’t believe, of all the guys out there, he is the one who snatches my heart like a bandit. Although he is extremely dense… but that just put an extra charm to it…

I am happy that I was chosen to come into this world.

Come to think of it, I never answered the question about what are we doing before we came here.

What am I doing before coming to this world?

I was about to commit suicide.

………

Nevermind about myself anymore…

It has been months since we arrived at the Dragon Capital Mujinn…

And the death of Kouta’s friend who he treated like his own brother… and our comrade.

Ichirou Nagasaki…

He is weak…

There’s nothing special about it…

But…

People tend to gather around him. He leads people naturally…

But he died…and that’s what made Kouta a walking mess…

………

Everyone isn’t that much affected by Ichirou’s death…including me. The one who takes this hard the most are Kouta, Mito, and even Rose.

Ruri… is extremely fearful of death…and having an idea about it…make her loses her composure. Priscilla is Priscilla. She didn’t mind the death of Ichirou and never had any thoughts about it. Others got sad, including me, but we share the same opinions.

………

As we try our best learning from the Dragon Emperor of the Dragon Capital Mujinn, who’s a descendant of the legendary White Dragon Sage and his aides and soldiers, we never thought that something like this would happen.

“Good morning glorious bastards!~ Welcome to my segment, Nil ruins everything! Today we are going to have a party!”

The man with black hair, smiling like a madman, stood on the dead body of the dragon emperor! Beside him are people from differing races…they also exudes dangerous aura.

But this man, Nil…upon closer look… gives the fright of a lifetime that everyone in the throne room is shivering in fear!

Even Priscilla, who I know to have a heart of ice, is sweating and trembles a bit.

How did this happen?!