'Human beings always prioritize their profit first. It is their basic instinct. Hypocrisy is dipped deep inside their genes. From ancient times to the modern ones, nothing has ever changed...' Was this how he should start his new novel? Or, should he change it? Alex was confused. By profession, he was a salesman, but writing was his hobby. You could say that he was a kind of author. His passion was like a nocturnal animal. Alex sighed deeply. He was tired of writing harem novels. The more he wrote novels like those, the more his audience wanted. It was like a bottomless pit for him. It was not like he didn't enjoy writing those. For him, it was his culmination of hidden desires. Those desires, he couldn't fulfil. 'It's time for me to change my genre. I have written countless fantasy and harem novels. Honestly, I have mixed all of my desires already. I should probably move to a new genre now. Readers won't like it but... I don't see anymore future in these novels.' He was an online author. He published his novels online. His audience consisted of males only. Think carefully, how would a woman read his novels? His writing was only liked by men, who were mostly otaku, a category of people whose desires and ambitions were impossible. They were the scum of society. Suddenly, someone knocked on his door. He was a bit confused. He looked at his wrist watch and found it was 9 pm. 'Nobody ever knocks on my door at this point.' The knocking's intensity increased. Having no other choice, he got up and headed towards the door. As he opened the door, he found a woman standing at the door. She was a very beautiful woman, one who existed only in fairy tales and novels. She had red eyes. Her hair was silver in colour. She was clad in medieval period clothes. 'Why is a woman wearing these... medieval clothes... standing at my door?' The woman smiled dangerously at him. Her eyes had a murderous glint in them. She slowly opened her mouth and said, "Hello... Mother." Mother? Alex was confused. Why was she calling him 'Mother? '?He was not a woman. He was a man. Just before he could voice his thoughts, the woman continued, "Sharon is very happy to meet you." Saying that, she punched him right across his face, sending him flying across the room. With a sickening thud, Alex crashed into the wall. Blood was oozing from his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw the woman crouching in front of him. He choked, "W-what d-do y-you want f-from... me?" He didn't know why the woman suddenly attacked him. And how could this petite-looking woman be that powerful? The woman sneered at his words. He still hadn't recognized her. If he couldn't then, she would help him to know who she was. She said, "You don't recognize me, do you? I think this would help you." She removed the hair covering her ears. Alex's eyes widened. He stuttered, "S-S-Sharon?! H-how?!!" It clicked for him. Red eyes, silver hair, pointy ears, and medieval attire. She was his novel. The woman, Sharon, rubbed her chin as if she were thinking about something heavy. "How? Hmmm... how?" she asked herself. Alex was shocked and terrified to his core. The character of one of his harem novels was right in front of him. Sharon Charatshore. She was the villainess of his recently completed novel, 'The Hero Conqueror.' She was the villainess as well as the hero's harem member. She was the final boss who was conquered by the hero by making her his slave. When he wrote that character, he had one goal in his mind— 'I want to make a character who would be completely submissive to the male protagonist. I want her to be designed as a cream bun for him. Even though she was a final boss, the hero enslaves her and makes her his cream dump. Ah! The readers would like that.' Honestly, that novel did become a hit. Every man or otaku liked it. Sharon said, "Do you know how difficult it was to find you?" She started cackling madly. After laughing for a minute, she stopped. She glared at Alex with the utmost hate that anyone could conjure. "What did you write me as? 'A cream bun.' One that should be filled regularly, huh? Why? Why did you write these things about me?" Sharon started breathing heavily, "I— Mother, you pushed me to the depths of hell. Every day, I was humiliated by him. Everyy day... Mother... every day. But guess what? I rose from the depths of hell... to find you and have my revenge." She grabbed Alex's throat and started strangling him. Alex tried to pry her hands away, but it was futile. His vision was slowly turning dark. He knew if he didn't do anything, he would die. He would die from strangling. "I used up all my strength to reach you. After I kill you, I will disappear completely. But... I don't think killing you would be sufficient. I would have my revenge even if my soul perishes. Suddenly, a thought entered her mind, "I know what to do. You like 'cream buns,' right? So, I will make you... one." Sharon's body started to glow. It was last last-ditch effort to have her revenge. After some time, she smiled widely. She knew that this would complete her revenge. Her mother would feel the effects of her spell, though, not here. She would feel it when she reached there. Alex was no longer able to breathe. Just before he died, he heard her say, "Have fun... Sharon Charatshore. You are the new me."