Chapter 1: Reincarnated in a World of Inverted Beauty Standards
Cocolette
I, Cocolette Blossom, recalled the memories of my previous life when I was ten years old.
As I cried out from the deliriously high fever I suffered due to an illness I had contracted during an epidemic, a thought occurred to me—a desperate desire surged up from the depths of my soul:I can’t die like this! I wanted to marry an actual bishonen—a true hottie—this time around!
That wish cracked open the lid of memories from my previous life—where not once had I had a proper experience with love.
The me from my previous life had been a self-shipper; I had adored shojo manga, dating games, and romance novels in which I could imagine myself as the cute leading ladies and fantasize about being loved by their handsome heroes. During my student days, I had devoted my part-time job earnings to my favorite characters, and even after becoming a working adult, my salary had evaporated in the face of microtransactions. The money I’d poured into my beloveds should have been spent on going to parties or something—I could have met more people offline and found a special someone. However, I had become captive to the two-dimensional worlds where I could easily savor pseudoromances without being hurt.
That’s why this time around, I justhad to get a gorgeous 3D man to fall for me!
My father later told me that on that night—the night I recalled my previous life—the doctor said I’d passed through the worst of the illness. It made me glad that on the inside, I was so terribly shallow. I think that the fervent oath I made became my reason for living. My thirst for heartthrobs had somehow saved me from bidding this world an eternal farewell.
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The me who had clung to life to catch my own dreamboat lived in a country similar to one from medieval Europe—the Kingdom of Cheriotte. I was a marquis’s daughter, a title that had felt so natural to me that I hadn’t thought much of it before I remembered my past life. It was incredible, really. What’s more—and this had also been so normal to me that I’d paid it no mind—was that I was beautiful beyond compare.
Upon looking into a mirror for the first time
