I'm the female protagonist of a spicy novel. One day, the system tosses me into an innocuous novel to be reformed.

What a joke! I turn to the male protagonist. "Hi there. Want to make out?"

He has me thrown behind bars and accuses me of molesting him.

Much later, he does even naughtier things than the male protagonists in spicy novels do.

Due to the Internet needing a cleanse, the system tossed me, the female protagonist of a spicy romance novel, into an innocuous, pure romance novel for reform.

It was hilarious. A reform was not happening.

The only reformation that would happen was me changing them!

A spicy romance female protagonist would never back down.

Since I'd lost the reverse harem in my original world, I definitely had to start a new one here. Thankfully, the system wasn't totally heartless. It made me the most powerful princess in this world.

I looked in the mirror at a face that could count as absolute perfection. I asked the handmaiden beside me, "Given my face and status, I should have seven or eight boy toys, don't you think?"

She looked at me in horror. Then, tears welled up in her eyes as she stammered, "Y-Your Highness, how can you say such things?"

Man, this pure-romance world was terrifying.

The first guy I set my sights on was this world's male protagonist, Rowan Gifford. He was drop-dead gorgeous and utterly brilliant. Despite his youth, he was already a member of the Imperial Council. He was basically the most celebrated gentleman in the capital.

To tell the truth, I didn't really want to mess with a pure-romance male protagonist. But he had such perfect looks that got me right in the heart.

The second I saw him, I knew I had to find a way to make him mine.

…

I thought back carefully on how I used to make men lose their minds over me.

First, I would say something to the man. Then, I'd throw him a sultry, smoldering look. After that, the job would be done. It seemed simple enough.

I did my makeup in a way that made the men in my original world go crazy. Then, I changed into the most lavish dress I had in this world.

It was a double dose. Rowan would fall at my feet.

I strutted out of my manor, ready to "accidentally" meet Rowan outside the Gifford residence.

He was startled to see me upon getting out of his carriage, but he quickly composed himself and bowed to me. He was tall and elegant. The dark-red court robes set off his chiseled features. His gaze was aloof as he looked at me.

My heart itched with anticipation. Right, I needed to start with small talk to close the distance.

"Hi there. Want to make out?"

Silence was the only answer I got. Rowan, the man who could stay calm before the emperor and wouldn't even flinch if the world collapsed around him, froze in shock.

To be honest, I froze, too. Why did I voice my thoughts out loud? Whatever—the more awkward things were, the more I had to stay composed.

Next up was… the sultry look.

I lowered my gaze slightly before looking up at Rowan through my lashes. That was the most smoldering of looks, if I could say so myself. It came so easily to me!

His brows furrowed. "Your Highness, your eyes… Are you feeling okay?"

I took a deep breath. In spicy romance novels, everyone got straight to the point. Nobody threw curveballs. So, I said, "Lord Gifford, I'm throwing you a flirty look."

Rowan's frown deepened.

At that point, I didn't yet realize that, to a pure-romance male protagonist, what I'd just done was basically out of this world.

So, the elegant, refined Rowan filed a formal complaint and had me thrown in jail.

Even after four hours behind bars, I still couldn't make sense of how things had turned out like this.

Normally, by this point, I would already be in the middle of something steamy with the guys I approached. So why was I in jail?

I fell into deep thought.

My younger brother, Christopher Sable, who was also the crown prince, came to see me. He sneaked in, looking like I'd done something mortifying. "Claire, we can overlook your usual reckless behavior, but how could you do something so scandalous?"

He looked pained as he said, "Even I can't help you this time."

I was stunned. Seriously, this pure-romance world was terrifying beyond belief. I was a princess who held real power, and it wasn't like I'd stripped Rowan in public! All I did was say a few things. How was that not okay?

Christopher sighed. "Stay here for another four hours, and I'll secretly let you out."

And so, I, the female protagonist of a spicy romance novel, was jailed for eight hours for throwing a sultry look at a pure-romance novel's male protagonist.

Now, one thing was for sure—Rowan Gifford was a man I couldn't get.

After getting out of jail, I moped around the Princess' Manor for a few days.

I finally got it into my head that I wasn't the female protagonist of this world. I didn't have the luck that came with all protagonists. I couldn't just crook my finger and expect men to be as obsessed with me as they'd been in my original world.

But then, I remembered I was still a princess. I could take what I want. I didn't even need to crook a finger.

So, I set my sights on Felix Lodge, the newly minted third-ranked scholar in the imperial exams. I heard that during the palace exam, Father was leaning toward making him the top-ranked scholar because he was more talented than the others.

However, Felix was just too handsome. Per tradition, the most handsome scholar had to be ranked third, so Father appointed him as such instead.

I asked around about Felix's background. He came from poverty. His widowed mother had raised him alone, and they'd suffered their whole lives. He had no power, no influence, and no betrothed.

It was a triple bingo. I had to have someone like that in my household.

And so, five days later, I hosted a banquet to admire the flowers in my manor. I dragged Christopher and a few of my other younger brothers along. With that, nobody dared refuse my invitation.

But when I saw Rowan, I was still taken aback. He wore indigo robes, and his hair was neatly bound. He truly was handsome beyond imagination.

The only issue was that I hadn't invited him.

Perhaps he'd just tagged along with my sixth brother, Cameron Sable, since they were on good terms.

When Rowan swept his clear gaze over me, I nodded politely, counting that as a greeting. Then, I turned to entertain the other guests.

I couldn't afford to mess with him, but I could avoid him, couldn't I?

…

When a handmaiden announced that Felix had arrived, my eyes lit up. I went to the main hall to receive him. The moment I saw him, my eyes became brighter still.

He wore coarse linen that had faded from one too many washes, yet he was calm and composed. A gentle, unhurried smile curled his lips, making one feel warm and at ease at the sight of it.

If Rowan was like the cold moon that hung in the sky, then Felix was like a soft cloud. He had the sort of face that suited my plans to take him by force.

I laughed softly. "No wonder Father appointed you as the third-ranked scholar. You truly live up to the tradition it represents."

Felix bowed. "You flatter me, Your Highness."

I led him to the garden, chatting and laughing all the way.

Christopher and my younger brothers let their eyes slide from Felix to Rowan. Then, they looked at me, totally puzzled.

Cameron sidled up to me and whispered, "Claire, weren't you into Lord Gifford? I brought him here for you, but you've switched targets now? I thought he'd be my brother-in-law!"

Gee, thanks. No wonder Rowan looked increasingly upset.

Uh-oh. Why was he coming this way?

Beside me, Felix lifted his gaze slightly. "I'll stop disturbing you, Your Highness."

He bowed, ready to step aside. I reflexively said, "You're not disturbing me."

Rowan paused mid-step. Then, he laughed softly. "I suppose I'm the one intruding, then."

My lips twitched. Did he have to be so cutting?

Still, I pasted on a smile. "Of course not."

Sensing the mood turn, Christopher hurried to smooth things over. "It's about time. Let's begin the banquet."

I quickly agreed, "Yes, we shouldn't keep everyone waiting."

Hopefully, the food would keep Rowan's mouth occupied.

…

Rowan sat three seats down to my right. Felix was a bit farther at the eighth seat down on the right.

I meant to sneak a few glances at Felix, but as my gaze drifted over, it kept lingering on Rowan's striking face. He seemed to have had a few goblets of wine. The alcohol accentuated his features, even tinging the corners of his eyes with a decadent, alluring flush.

My heart started itching again. Annoyed, I downed my drink in one go.

I had to get a grip. Did I want to spend another eight hours behind bars?

I steadied myself and looked up to see Felix stand and leave his seat. The best way to forget one man was to go after another, so I followed him out under the excuse of needing some air.

…

Felix was by the pond in the garden. He'd been drinking, though one couldn't tell from his face. Only his eyes shimmered gently, lending him a hint of tenderness. They made him even more radiant than the flowers blossoming around him.

I had to win Felix over, no matter what.

After a few pleasantries, I cut straight to the chase. "Felix, how about you be with me? I can grant you status and wealth."

I studied his expression. He was rather surprised, but at least not the kind that meant I was getting hauled off to jail. I sighed in relief and continued, "I'm the eldest princess born of the empress and the sibling of the crown prince. My maternal grandfather is Philip Gray, the chancellor."

Felix didn't answer for a long while, and I didn't press him. Honestly, he'd be a bit boring if he had no backbone or pride.

After a long silence, he asked, "Are you asking me to marry into the imperial family as a prince consort, Your Highness?"

Huh?

"Not exactly," I said. Having a husband made it inconvenient to have a reverse harem. "You just need to occasionally do some… wicked things with me."

Felix looked like he understood what I meant… and also like he was completely baffled.

His face flushed crimson, and he parted his lips to speak, but a cool voice interrupted our conversation, "You sure are enjoying yourself, Your Highness."

It was Rowan. He stood about ten paces away. A light breeze passed, making the flower petals beside him rustle and fall to his feet.

A scene like that would usually make me drool a little, but in that moment, all I felt was my scalp prickling. He hadn't heard what I'd just said, had he?

Damn it! I felt like I'd be given a minimum sentence of ten years. I was done for.

…

Felix looked like he'd just spotted a savior when Rowan joined us. He bowed in a quick farewell and hurried off, like a ghost was chasing him.

Only Rowan and I remained by the pond.

He stood a few steps away, his face unreadable. "Your Highness, I sought you out to apologize for the misunderstanding the other day. I didn't expect to interrupt your delightful pastime."

Misunderstanding? No, there was no misunderstanding.

But he said he wanted to apologize.

I snapped into seriousness at once. "Yeah, you really got the wrong idea about me that day. Go on, then. Apologize. I'm listening."

Rowan fixed his gaze on me. After a while, he suddenly laughed softly. "Your Highness, is today also a misunderstanding? I suppose it is. Otherwise, you wouldn't flirt with me and then turn around and flirt with Mr. Lodge. You are of royal blood and have an exalted status, but please, don't toy with me anymore."

Maybe he'd been drinking—there was a faint flush to his cheeks, and a vivid red petal rested on his shoulder.

Honestly, with a face like his, how could he think I was just toying with him? Why didn't he think I'd genuinely been asking for a kiss?

Still, toying with him wasn't a crime that was supposed to land me in prison. So, yeah—I'd let him continue thinking I'd been toying with him.

I dipped my head solemnly. "Alright."

…

When I returned to the banquet, I found that Felix had already left.

I was a princess with power, status, and looks, yet I'd still scared him off. I couldn't understand it, but I figured he would come back. I couldn't think of a reason for him not to.

Well, given his good looks, I was willing to wait a few days.

At least, that was the plan. I didn't expect my body to get impatient before my mind did. All I could say was that I was a female protagonist in a spicy romance novel—everyone knew what our bodies were like.

Christopher had recently sent me a batch of guards and subtly hinted that I could have my pick of them to enjoy myself. He wanted me to leave his court officials alone.

Rude.

I hadn't planned on humoring him, but one of the young guards was right up my alley.

He had tanned skin, and his features were bold and defined. He was only 20 years old, yet he already had broad shoulders and a figure as solid as a wall. His face was sharp and stern, and he was always in black armor as he silently stood watch at my manor's gates.

Sometimes, when I called on him to answer a question or two, the faintest blush would spread across his square, striking face. It was irresistibly tempting to tease him.

I lounged in my seat and summoned him to help me put on my shoes and socks.

The guard, Derrick Stone, looked flustered as he waved his hands, saying he didn't dare offend me.

I arched a brow at him.

He pressed his lips together, looking like he was making a momentous decision. Then, he said, "Yes, Your Highness."

How adorable.

He dropped to one knee at my feet and supported my ankle with his fingers. However, his cool and distant gaze was fixed somewhere off to the side.

I smiled and tipped his chin up with my toe. "Focus when you're working, Mr. Guard."