"Ah, perfect... just perfect."

Ashton sighed dramatically, draping himself over the plush throne in his newly inherited estate—courtesy of being reborn as the most reviled noble bastard in the kingdom. His gray hair was now slicked back with far too much aristocratic pomade. Just absurdly handsome, draped in silks that cost more than a peasant’s yearly wages.

The world had hilariously screwed him. While playing on his sister's otome game, he somehow got sucked in here. And got the role of the main villain that would eventually try to steal the heroine.

Count Ashton Az Varkal – The Empire’s Most Hated Playboy Tyrant.

His castle? A gilded cage full of scheming servants waiting to poison his wine. His reputation? Worse than week-old dungeon slime. And worst of all—he had to attend high society tea parties.

"...Fuck me sideways."

He groaned into his hands before suddenly perking up. Wait. He snapped his fingers as realization struck like divine comedy.

"If I’m a villain noble...I can do whatever I wanted."

A wicked smirk curled on his lips as he leaned forward with sudden excitement, swirling a glass of deep red wine in one hand while the other toyed with the intricate embroidery on his shirt.