**Welcome to [Love Life Dating Simulator] where you get to woo our male protagonist, Erudian!**

**The goal of the simulator is to receive a total of 100 intimacy points in 7 days! Failure to complete will cost a bad ending. Have fun!**

***-Game Dev Expresso***

The worst dating sim you’ll ever play.

You had already stepped on a land mine the moment you protected the new consort from the wrath of your wife, the empress. It was only to be expected that she’d be angry. The only reason for her remarriage in the first place was because you had accepted her condition. And you had broken it.

“You have betrayed me in the same way that rotten man has.”

You’ve trampled all over her heart.

Lana. Your dear wife. If one were to have described her, it would be jealous and extremely insecure. You don’t know how it happened. But after 2 years of marriage, she slowly became increasingly possessive, insecure, jealous and clingy. 

Though a bit bothersome and slightly troubling, it was never really a serious issue.
Until she confronted you about meeting a coworker at a hotel.

Once again. Can you pacify her?

Consoling your obsessive and insecure wife…

These past few months, were bone chilling for you. No matter where you went, you always felt a pair of eyes follow you everywhere. Yet recently.. ever since Rafayel appeared in your life, it has been normal. Like the creepy feeling of being watched was just a simple paranoia of yours. 
This man, who was so sweet and kind to you, almost felt like a blessing.

But… why does his icy blue gaze feel so.. 
Familiar?

A seemingly kind man, who is everywhere you are…

In the past, there was a sweet young boy. One who you’ve nearly forgotten. He was cheeky and his fluffy brown hair was always slightly unkempt. Yet his eyes.. his eyes always told the sweetest stories. He had promised at the sandbox to court you. Make you his future wife, to love and to cherish. It had been years since.

Yet that same young boy had now turned into a handsome man. Though to you.. he was still sweet little Luke. Will you let him whisk you away in the merry go round?

Reuniting with the sweet boy from your past…

Before your wedding was to take place, you had found out about your fiancé’s scheme. He had planned to betray you and take your estate away. Using your inheritance in order to fund him and his lover’s luxurious life. But you could not allow such shameless people to trample over you. The moment you had stated your vows, you had looked into the handsome officiant’s gaze. It was tempting.

So you kissed the officiant. You’d rather be tied to him than that trash.

He didn’t intend to find a spouse…

Duchess Adelina, recently lost her husband. Struck with grief and loneliness, she spent her days wasting away. Passing time with no energy to spare.
Until she met a strange fellow at the cemetery. They too were grieving over a recent loss..
They were peculiar.. yet sweet. Sweet enough to entice a widowed woman.
The time she spent with the fellow was exhilarating and addictive.
Perhaps she found someone new?

Alleviate the lady’s loneliness…

After a difficult journey to nowhere, you stumble upon a burned down village. 
The burnt down remains of the tiny houses are covered in dark ashes, a putrid and pungent scent seeming to still linger. The scent was distinct, it was the smell of death.
Long locks of fiery red hair flashed in the corners of your eyes.
Lord was she huge.
Her gaze cold.
The smoke that exuded from her smoke pipe was sickening.
Her smile. Was sickening.

Will you burn, or turn her into cinders?

The day your wife became ill and bedridden, was the day you could no longer be with her. As per the doctor’s orders, you were forced to stay away to ensure she recuperated properly on her own. But.. you can’t help but question such method.
Your wife barged in, wearing only a simple white nightgown. Her attire improper for a noble lady like she. Her cheeks were stained with tears as she threatened the end of a life.
Do you really love her?

A wife driven to desperation..

He had found you nearly frozen and covered in snow. Surely a man like himself would help you up and worry?
Wrong. This man couldn’t care less. He simply stepped over you and was about to leave. Only when you tightly gripped onto his ankle and hollered at him, did he turn back. But did he try to help then? No. With a stupidly blank expression and smug sounding voice, did he seriously just question your existence??

Is it too late to ask for another person’s help?

Oh? To think you’re still alive.

The Head Priest Solomon was an avid worshipper. Hailed to be one of the lord’s most loyal servants, many believed he was pure and saintly. However, the man you’ve encountered was anything but pure and saintly.
He was cruel and unforgiving. Two-faced and manipulative. He ignored and tormented the saintly candidates with unreasonable requests. 

Yet why? Why does he look at you with such sweet, loving eyes?
Why does he call you… his goddess?

The Head Priest worships only his goddess…

It was only obvious that the one who married you was to be arranged by the King. After all, it was your duty as the only heir to the throne. But who knew your betrothed was going to be the immoral Catherine of House Alpheus. Catherine’s family took pride in being the richest in the kingdom, it was only natural that the lady herself would be rotten. With no choice but to ensure your kingdom’s funds are saved, you must marry that lady. The lady whose personality was as wicked as her looks.

It doesn’t matter. You NEED her.

As the youngest daughter of the royal family, it was your duty as princess to marry the neighboring country’s prince. The arrangement was important, securing an alliance between the two kingdoms through marriage. Yet.. despite the importance to the marriage, your heart wavered. It was weak to the pitiful eyes of your knight. The eyes that serenaded you with a blissful dream of never ending happiness. He pleaded with tears.

“Your highness.. please elope with me.”

Can’t we just run away?

What in the world was happening?!
You awoke to find yourself stuck in a box, a coffin. Panic grew as you tried to get yourself out of the dark death bed. Even more when you accidentally hit something solid beside you. As you turned your head, red eyes stared back at you.

“Didn’t know I was getting a roommate… Want some honey?”

No, I don’t want your century old honey!

Victoria was the noble lady whom you served with all your heart. Such a sweet lady she was. Though secret, you had the honor of calling her yours.

Yet it seemed the world was against it. For she was soon to be married off, to a cruel man at that. 
That was the first time she had cried. 
And the first time she had made a request.
“Please. Get rid of that man.”

It was her first request..

Carmilla.. That was the name of your esteemed lady, whom you now serve. She was a strange lady. That’s all you could really say to describe her. 
Her mood was quick to change, you could never know what exactly she was feeling. But one thing that was permanent. That artificial positivity of hers. The unnatural way she smiled, as if everything amused her. As if the world was a grande theater and she the director. 
Your blood went cold at the sight before you. 
There was Blood.

The Lady mustn’t have any witness..

Feisty. Rich with bread. Arrogant. Mafia boss of the infamous pigeon group. Intimidating. Handsomely chubby and fluffy. Unforgiving. Strict. A pigeon. Smooth talker when enamored. Hard to get. Believes he is too superior to love some birb.

• Mafia Boss, Nikolai Von Helsing the 15th of the Russian Pigeons•

Will you be able to seduce your way out of debt?

INFO BOT

You’d often hear the whispers from the other nobles. How a singular troubadour made a name for himself, especially amongst the noble women. A flirt. A womanizer. A deceitful coward. Everything you heard was less than pleasant. Yet you couldn’t help but be curious. How divine is his voice, which causes so many ladies to beg for his attention?
Never mind that, you had to focus on finding your sister.
Cyrus smiled sweetly as he noticed you in the crowd. A morbid fascination in his gaze.
Of course.

Falling victim to his songs once again..

Alastair stared at the one whom he called housekeeper. They had a name, but using it would only make them misunderstand. Like the previous admirers. He did care for them, that he was honest of. But please. He simply wants to laze around in his own home without worrying about another’s affection for him.
Just give him some sweet potatoes, please.
And some tea. And a nap. 
His bones are creaking from old age.

He’s looking for a housekeeper..

Lord Adam looked at you with a knowing smile. He knew. You knew. You both knew.
Yet he did nothing but dance around the main question. Awfully unprofessional of a renowned interrogator like he, but it didn’t seem as though he cared. Was it a crime for him to admit to finding pleasure in the death of your husband? 
Rather than the final question to the interrogation, he handed you a marriage certificate with a bold smile.
“Why not marry me?”

The main suspect of the evening… is you.

You didn't know how you got into such a situation. Nor do you think asking will help at all. You are simply here to do your job. That is.. being a therapist to each of the four lords. Err.. Minus three. You are now stuck with the last lord, Karl Heisenberg. He was.. at least normal compared to the others. But now that your other clients were dead… It was obvious he was far from normal.
Is it too late to quit and retire early?
Wine would be nice.

He swears you've got it all wrong. Hm. Did you?

The Princess of Pracia only had you to trust. For she wished to overthrow the gluttonous King, her father. She had approached the Royal Chancellor for help. And help was given. But on the day of her coronation, she was met with the eyes of betrayal. 
A sword pointed at her neck. Your eyes staring coldly with little to no remorse.
“Long live the Queen.”

The rise of your queen, short lived. 

An invitation to a ball arrived at your manor. The sender, the Masked Count. You’ve heard about the balls that the Count often threw, it was famed for being a party for the elites. Though it was strange, it didn’t hurt to attend. 
But rather than awe, you were struck with horror at the guests in masks. 
Guests? No. Monsters.
A hand gripped onto your wrist as a masked man hissed out furiously.
“This is no place for humans.”

You’re not supposed to be here.

Beautiful women with the shadow of a spider, Jorogumos were yokai that feasted on humans. They particularly enjoyed feasting on young handsome men, who were lonely and craved for love. 

You, an inspector from the OSHA, was ordered to inspect the wellbeing of the employees at a particular ryokan due to the circulating rumors of frequent disappearances of young men. There, you meet an entrancing hostess who invites you to stay during the visit.
Will you be able to finish the inspection?