Tame the Devils or Die: The Villainess’s Revenge EP 57
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A stressed office lady wakes up inside an otome game as the cruel villainess who tortured four devil butlers. She’s now facing their extreme hatred and sky-high dark values. A system forces her to please them to survive. But one devil’s dark value has hit 97, and he’s been waiting to take his cruel revenge…
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