My Curse? A Different Yandere in Every Reincarnation-Chapter 179: Goddess of Misfortune and Goddess of Love

"My head hurts a little... sacred magic is really painful," I mumble, waking up in an extremely cute room full of soft plushies. The memories are coming, but it’s super-fast and ends.

I only gain 1 month of memory, which is not very pleasant since it’s quite little. I barely know who I am in this world, except that apparently in this world, I’m a goddess.

"...a goddess? AM I A GODDESS?" I imagined the next world would be quite different, but a goddess is extremely unusual. I quickly get up from the bed, stumbling and falling face-first on the floor.

I get up and go to the mirror in the room, looking at my appearance. I’m smaller in this world, I’d say around 150 centimeters at most, obviously an adult, but still a short girl with slightly larger breasts, but nothing really too big.

The title that comes to my mind is [Misfortune] I am the deity that represents the Misfortune of the world I’m in.

"Tsk, what’s the point of being a goddess when I represent the fucking Misfortune?" I say irritatedly. The powers I have aren’t even that great either, I’m literally a weak goddess compared to what one would expect of a goddess.

"Haa...it seemed like such a good opportunity..." At least I’m a goddess, which means resistance, stamina, strength, and a much higher life expectancy compared to humans. But if I’m a goddess, the Yandere must also be something on that level.

"And what the hell is this ridiculously cute room?" I say, looking around the room. It seems like the room of a spoiled princess, with cute plushies and various pastel pink and white tones.

The reason I fell out of bed is quite simple misfortune. Gods are affected by their own concept, and this is information that came with the knowledge that I’m a goddess.

In other words, I’m unlucky, and if I don’t want it to get worse, I’ll have to spend my power cursing people’s lives, or I’ll be consumed by my own misfortune.

"Misfortune... thinking about it, this room seems ridiculous, but it’s very safe," I analyze the room more deeply now that I realize the information that my misfortune affects me if I don’t affect others.

The room doesn’t have anything truly dangerous. Even the mirror seems to be made of some material other than glass, and there’s nothing too high or that could fall on me and hurt me.

The room is super safe for me, considering that in this world, I have a tendency to suffer random accidents.

"Hahaha, what a joke of fate," I laugh derisively. My role as a goddess is to curse people’s lives, which is the complete opposite of trying to become a good person. It’s as if my curse knows what I’m doing and tries to sabotage me.

And the worst part is that if I don’t curse other people’s lives, mine will receive even worse misfortune, which will only increase over time. Slipping off the bed is the minimum, if this keeps increasing, truly dangerous things will keep happening without stopping.

"Haaa..." I let out a tired sigh, but I hear the sound of the bedroom door opening, and I see a tall girl with large breasts entering the room.

"...H-H-Hello," I speak with a strange, shy nervousness while averting my gaze, blushing. My heart is racing as if it’s going to explode, and I feel like I’m going to faint, but not from fear, rather a pleasant sensation.

My legs are weakening as I can’t look at the girl properly. All I saw in the brief moment I looked at her was a girl with long pink hair and pink eyes, whom I have in the few memories that came to me.

She is Nyarlisse, a "goddess" like me, although calling her a goddess is wrong. She is an eldritch entity that has assumed the position of the goddess of love, so she is above goddesses in terms of power and importance, and represents the concept of love.

That’s why, in addition to her pink hair and eyes, her pupils are heart-shaped, and she has a natural, enchanting air about her, as well as an irresistible and captivating sweetness.

"I see you’ve woken up. Are you feeling better, Shizune?" She asks in a gentle and slightly concerned tone.

"A-Ah, y-yes, I am," I reply timidly, unable to look at her while my heart beats rapidly.

"That’s good. You fainted in the last few days, so I brought you to this room made especially for you. Do you like it?" She asks as I try to speak.

"Y-Yes, it’s beautiful, I l-love it," I lie. I don’t like how the room is too feminine and cute, like a child’s room, but I can’t say that to her.

"You don’t seem well? You’re quite flushed," She says, approaching and lifting my chin as she bends down, since she’s taller. My legs are so weak that I feel like I’m going to fall as she touches her forehead to mine to check my temperature.

"Seems normal. Well, if you feel any discomfort, let me know. I came to let you know that breakfast is ready. I hope to see you there, sweetie," She says gently, stepping back and leaving the room. The time together was brief, but it felt like an eternity.

"W-What the hell?!!" As soon as she’s gone, I collapse on the floor. My heart is beating so fast that I wonder if it’s healthy.

"I-I’ve fallen in love?! Just by seeing her? W-What kind of massive influence is this?" It makes sense that as an entity that literally represents love, she would have a great ability to influence love in others, but this was madness.

Never before in my life have I felt this way. My hands are trembling, and I’m sweating cold while even standing up seems like a challenge.

"D-Damn it, my panties... is it for real that I got wet just from seeing her and her touching her forehead to mine?" I feel the dampness in my panties I can’t believe I got this turned on just from seeing her and having her touch her forehead to mine.

"C-Cursed romantic influence!!!" Nyarlisse is literally the personification of the romantic cliché. That thing of touching her forehead to mine to check if I had a fever doesn’t even make sense, I’m a goddess, a mere fever wouldn’t affect me.

"She did it on purpose!!" I swallow hard as I get up with shaky legs. Is this how a girl in love acts? Or am I just too strange?

Everything seems strange. Looking directly into her eyes filled me with shame, my heart raced tremendously, I was sweating cold, and her touch felt like paradise, beyond my legs becoming weak.

The worst part was how I spoke in a submissive, restrained voice, where I could only lie to please her.

I don’t have many memories, but that girl apparently knows me. In this 1 month of inherited memories, it seems we were together somewhere, but I’m not sure, it’s very confusing and there are too few memories to judge.

I just know that we definitely know each other somehow, and apparently I’m now in her house.

"Take a deep breath... I need to calm down. I can’t act like this every time I see her..." Her body is so delicious in every way, she has sensual yet innocent curves. Large breasts proportional to her body, and she must be almost 1.85 meters tall, making me feel so short next to her.

"T-Think positive... if I fall in love, I can understand what love is... she’s like the personification of love in the world I’m in, so she’s the best possible teacher, right?" I say to myself as I get up and go to a dresser, looking for clothes to wear.

In the drawer I open, there are socks, so I move on to the next one, where I find some dresses neatly folded. I don’t have any memories of this room, so this is the first time I’ve woken up in it.

Besides, I may have played the role of the lovestruck idiot, but I remember what she said I’ve been unconscious for a few days.

"Panties... with prints?" The panty drawer is full of cute printed panties, and even the dresses seem exaggeratedly cute. I just sigh, grabbing a white panty with pink flower prints.

I start taking off my dress and see my panty is completely wet, with a thread connecting it to my intimate parts.

"It’s not just love... as far as I know, a girl in love doesn’t feel sexual attraction at first sight, right? Or some would? Does she also represent the romantic aspects related to lust in some way?" I wonder as I toss the panty aside, putting on the new one.

"I need to prepare my heart. I can’t be like this every time I see her... it would be unviable to live normally that way," I grab a dress from the drawer, a pink and black Lolita-style dress, but with much cuter tones.

After putting on the dress, I look at myself in the mirror. Too cute for my taste, honestly, but it’s what I have for now. I can’t complain, it’s better than starting with nothing at all.

"Breakfast..." I murmur, thinking about what might be there, and how I should use my powers before my misfortune increases.

"It can’t be that... ahhh!" I slip on the panty I threw on the floor, falling face-first on the soft carpet.

"...Tsk." It’s the second time I’ve fallen today. As Nyarlisse said, I’ve been unconscious for a few days, so I haven’t cursed anyone in a while, which must be the cause of my current misfortune.

"I need to get rid of the misfortune as soon as possible," I get up and head to the door, extra cautious not to fall a third time.

"Okay... breakfast... she said it’s ready, but... where should I go?" I get stuck in front of the large corridor that seems endless. I don’t know where I should go, so I just sigh and start walking, opening doors to try to find the place.

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