Author: Momo Chan

I’m a coward. When I get scared, I lose control and wet myself. My short-tempered, straight roommate thought I was disgusting. So he shoved me into the dorm of his arch-nemesis, Caleb Thorne, a notorious germaphobe. He miscalculated. Caleb didn’t throw me out, nor did he lose sleep over my “filth.” Instead, he patiently washed me clean, bought me absorbent pads, and trimmed the hair covering my eyes. He dressed me up beautifully and took me to a high-society banquet. At the party, my former roommate stared, jaw dropped: “Where did you find this beauty? Damn, she’s breathtaking.” Caleb wrapped his arm around my waist and said coolly: “You personally delivered him to me. Don’t you recognize him?” “Also, he’s not my date. He’s my wife.” 1 I am the gloomy outcast everyone despises. Overgrown hair, ill-fitting clothes, head always lowered. And because I’m timid. A stray cat jumping out of a bush can scare me into incontinence. People keep a five-meter distance from me wherever I go. Three months into sharing a dorm, Jaxson Hayes, the rich young master, finally had enough of me. The fuse was lit when people started spreading rumors about him and me, causing his girlfriend to dump him. He stormed back into the room. The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang. My heart contracted in fear, and I wet my pants again. The embarrassing smell spread through the air. Jaxson saw the perfume on the desk he intended to give his girlfriend. With a backhand swing, he splashed the entire bottle on me. “Useless dog who can’t even hold his pee! Disgusting!” “Go back to where you came from! You deserve to be beaten to death!” I coughed in the cloud of strong perfume. My living expenses for a semester were only $300. I couldn’t afford increasingly expensive adult diapers. I could only drink very little water. I sewed a washable pad using layers of fabric. But the smell couldn’t be completely hidden. I disgusted myself with the smell on my body. Let alone Jaxson, who wasn’t related to me. But I couldn’t go back. Not to that nightmare of a home. I clutched the hem of Jaxson’s shirt with my skinny fingers. “Master Hayes, please, I’ll do anything for you, just don’t kick me out, my stepbrother will beat me to death…” When school started, my stepdad thought the $300 annual dorm fee was too expensive and wanted me to live at home. So the school didn’t save a bed for me. He was rarely home and didn’t know my stepbrother, Wayne, tortured me daily. Later, Jaxson accidentally saved me from Wayne. By then, I was tortured to within an inch of my life. Jaxson softened and let me stay in his single dorm room at school. I tried every way to please him, daring not to breathe too loud, afraid of angering him and being kicked out. But I failed to earn his favor in the end. I merely touched the hem of his shirt. That custom-made jacket went straight into the trash can. Jaxson shook me off in disgust: “How can I wear something touched by your dirty hands?” After saying this, his eyes suddenly lit up. “Caleb Thorne is such a clean freak, he must hate people like you.” “Go disgust him. As long as he’s unhappy, I’m happy. If I’m in a good mood, you can move back, deal?” “Really?” Jaxson was too lazy to talk nonsense with me. He kicked me hard in the lower back and smirked: “His dorm is opposite. Get lost. I can’t wait to see him lose his cool and curse like a maniac.” 2 Caleb Thorne was also a rich young master. Compared to the fiery and impulsive Jaxson, he appeared calm and distant. Their families were close, and they grew up together. But Caleb always managed to crush Jaxson with unbelievable achievements. Jaxson’s kick was heavy. My lower abdomen had been aching, and now my tailbone felt broken. It had only been three months without a beating; how did I get so delicate? I sneaked into Caleb’s dorm. No one was there. The air smelled of fresh lemon. Caleb was indeed a clean freak. The floor was spotless. Books on the shelf were uniformly covered in black jackets. All miscellaneous items were stored in black boxes. Dirty me became the only disharmony in this space. I didn’t forget my mission. Just as I was about to smear a black handprint on the wall, Caleb returned from the library. Handsome features, elegant posture, completely out of my league. Seeing a high-altitude flower defiled and pulled down from the altar must be very satisfying. But seeing the damage I caused, Caleb didn’t even frown. “What did Jaxson send you here for?” Caleb’s deep black eyes seemed to expose all sins. I retracted my hand in embarrassment, hiding the dirty wall behind my body, silent. Caleb guessed it. “He wants you to dirty my dorm?” He put down his backpack and tidied up the bookshelf I messed up: “What conditions did he offer you? I’ll double it.” “Money, or whatever, I can give you.” I bit the dead skin on my lips, confessing vaguely: “As long as I disgust you, he promised not to kick me out. You can’t double that.” No one would want to live in the same dorm as me. Jaxson agreed to keep me because he could live off-campus; he rarely attended classes anyway. But Caleb was different. His life was disciplined. Classroom, gym, cafeteria, library, dorm. Every day. From Jaxson’s dorm opposite, I could see him through the window every day. Leaving at 7:05 AM sharp, returning at 10:50 PM. He was also sharp. Every time I peeked at him, he accurately caught my voyeuristic gaze. He wouldn’t talk to me, just stare at me until my inferiority complex surged, scaring me into wetting my pants and fleeing. Caleb stopped what he was doing. “I can.” His voice was cool but clear. “You can move in and live with me. I won’t kick you out until you graduate.” “However, living here, you must follow my rules and listen to me.” 3 Caleb was indeed different from Jaxson. He actually drafted an agreement on the spot and had us both sign it. Caleb agreed to let me live in the dorm for four years. I promised never to help Jaxson cause trouble again. No matter how you look at it, I won. After signing, I was herded into the bathroom. Caleb had mysophobia and couldn’t stand dirty things in front of him. I took off my soaked pants. Caleb is so scary. Talking to him for a while made my lower body lose all sensation, like a paralyzed person. Jaxson didn’t throw my soap over. I dared not use the bottles with English labels on Caleb’s shelf. I could only squat on the ground, desperately scrubbing the pants that smelled of urine. I squatted for too long, so when I stood up, I got dizzy and blacked out. I fell hard, pulling down Caleb’s towel. The bottles on the rack smashed onto me, rolling on the floor with a clang. The place kicked by Jaxson hurt again, and I couldn’t get up. I could only let the free cold water hit me continuously. Hot water cost 5 cents a minute; I couldn’t bear to use it. Hearing my commotion, the bathroom door was indeed pushed open. I was exposed to Caleb’s sight in my most wretched state. I held my head, prepared to be cursed as a disgusting freak and beaten up. But Caleb’s face was calm. He just rolled up his sleeves, took off his watch and placed it outside, and walked barefoot into the wet shower. “You really don’t know how to shower.” He helped me up, looking calm as if he noticed nothing abnormal. The machine beeped. Caleb circled me with one arm and swiped his card to turn on the hot water with the other. “If you don’t know how, I’ll just teach you.” Steamy water poured down from the showerhead, trapping both Caleb and me in it. This was my first hot shower since high school. Hot water is good; it’s hot like tears. I can cry, and Caleb, with his back to me, won’t notice anything wrong. 4 Caleb was meticulous, famous for his seriousness. Even the organ I hated received detailed treatment. The water stopped. Caleb went out and came back with a large, soft bath towel, wrapping me up. I was thin, like a piece of paper. Caleb’s towel could wrap around me twice. He was soaked himself. After letting me out, he immediately closed the bathroom door to clean himself up. I looked around the floor. The clothes and blanket I brought were thrown away by Caleb. Although he touched me all over like washing pork… In the end, he still thought I was dirty. Not long after, Caleb walked out with a towel around his waist. Broad shoulders, narrow waist. The figure I always envied. Seeing me still wrapped in the towel, he paused. “Sorry.” In just a short while, his cold voice had become huskily sexy. He took out his clothes and signaled me to put them on. I only put on an oversized top that covered my butt. I didn’t want to dirty Caleb’s clean pants that smelled of lemon. Caleb obviously knew about my incontinence problem. He took a pack of adult diapers from a delivery bag hanging on the door handle. “If you can’t control it, use these. It isolates the smell, and you won’t catch a cold wearing wet pants in winter.” “When sleeping at night, you can use a pad. I haven’t bought one yet, so wear the diaper tonight.” Caleb supervised me putting on the pants. He was barely satisfied when I was fully dressed in his pajamas, which were a size too big for me. “Your clothes and blanket were dirty, I threw them away. I’ll buy new ones to compensate you.” Blanket thrown away… where do I sleep tonight? I dared not ask. My slightly long hair wet a large patch on the pajama shoulder. Seeing this, Caleb found a hairdryer to dry my hair. The warm wind and the fingers gently combing through my hair made me drowsy. I didn’t know when I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was bright outside. There was regular warm breathing by my neck, making my body stiffen unnaturally. Thinking of bad experiences. I couldn’t control myself biting my nails, twitching nervously. The person holding me woke up. Greeting me was not a slap, but a “Good morning.” I stiffened, daring not turn back or respond. The burning temperature left, and cool air poured into the blanket. Caleb went to the balcony to take a call. “Just woke up late, nothing happened, don’t worry.” Because of me, Caleb, who always had a disciplined life, was late for the first time. After hanging up, he caught me peeking at him again. “Since you’re awake, don’t pretend to sleep.” Rustling sounds of rummaging through plastic bags came from the desk. Caleb handed me another diaper. “You have to change this often, or it will smell and cause rashes.” “If you still don’t know how to clean yourself, I don’t mind helping you like last night.” This was a Caleb-style threat. 5 Caleb didn’t let me pay a cent. He said since his mysophobia required me to stay clean, he shouldn’t make me pay for it. I wore soft clothes I had never worn before. The bedding was no longer a thin sheet washed until it had holes. Caleb bought me the same four-piece set as his bed. The reason was the style must be unified. I shared body wash and shampoo with him. Because he couldn’t stand other smells in his space. For example, that day, I appeared in his dorm carrying the scent of Jaxson’s girlfriend’s perfume. He said he disliked that feeling very much. Living under someone’s roof, I remembered it with fear. Caleb emphasized again: “Also, since you’ve been turned by me, stay away from Jaxson.” “If I find out you contact him, I’ll deal with you.” This wasn’t strange. Because Caleb and Jaxson were deadly rivals. It’s normal to hate each other. So when I pushed the door open and saw Jaxson standing there, I lowered my head and hurried past him without a word. Jaxson scoffed, extended his long arm to grab my collar, and slammed me against the wall. He pressed the back of my head, whispering sinisterly in my ear: “I told you to disgust Caleb, what have you been doing? Forgot whose dog you are?” “What did he bribe you with, just these clothes?” Jaxson’s hand slid under my clothes, pressing against my waist. His hand was hot like charcoal. I didn’t know what he wanted to do, got goosebumps, and struggled: “Let go! Let go!” In the struggle, his hand accidentally pressed on the injury on my lower back. I trembled like I was electrocuted, screaming instantly from the sharp pain. Jaxson, like a hyena smelling blood, immediately pressed hard on that spot without letting go: “You really embarrass me. Do you know, whatever they say about me can’t compare to Caleb. Even my dog wags its tail for him!” “Take this off. Just clothes, I can buy them for you too!” I clutched the hem of my clothes tightly, silent. This meant refusal. After Mom remarried, no one bought me new clothes for many years. Although Caleb did it for his mysophobia and OCD. But I did receive several sets of beautiful, fitting new clothes. Jaxson didn’t give up, trying to strip me himself. He was much stronger than me, who was chronically underfed. All my resistance was like tickling him. The shirt was rolled up to my chest. I gave up resisting. Asked him calmly: “Didn’t Master Hayes think I couldn’t hold my pee and was disgusting?” “You touched me for so long, are you going to chop off your hands when you go back?”

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I died during childbirth and finally escaped the ABO world. But seven years later, the System forcibly recalled me. Waking up to see that familiar face, I cursed out loud: “System, are you crazy? You want me to conquer Julian Blackwood again?” Before the System could reply, the seven-year-old kid suddenly spoke: “Papa?” 1 I woke up in a dilapidated warehouse. Staring at the kid tied to a chair—who looked exactly like a miniature Julian Blackwood—I fell into silence. The last time I transmigrated into this world, my mission was to raise the villain, Julian, into an upstanding citizen. Julian was seven then. At an age where even dogs would detest him, I raised him like a puppy. Fortunately, Julian was obedient. He had zero villain potential. The System condemned me daily for ruining the villain. I dismissed it, saying the System just didn’t understand. There are many types of villains. Mine was just the sunny, cheerful kind. Later, Julian was reclaimed by his powerful family. He climbed from the bottom to the pinnacle of power. The day he took full control of the Blackwood empire, he said he wanted to repay me. That day, he tricked me into the bedroom. Only then did I realize I hadn’t raised a puppy, but a wolf cub. After that, our relationship became increasingly unhealthy. By the time I realized what was happening, I was pregnant with his child. I didn’t understand this world well. I always thought betas couldn’t get pregnant. But on the day of delivery, I died on the operating table due to complications. Thinking about repeating everything made my head ache. “System, are you mute? Speak! Why rewind the plot again!” The System didn’t respond, continuing to play dead. Just then, the sound of the door opening came from behind. 2 I turned towards the sound. Several burly men in ski masks appeared behind me. “Boss, this kid didn’t lie. His old man really sent a hundred million.” I froze, wondering where Julian got an “old man.” He only had a grandfather. If we’re talking seniority, I count as half a dad to him. But I definitely don’t have a hundred million. “Who is his dad?” I asked. “Julian Blackwood, the head of the Blackwood Group.” I looked back at the kid tied to the chair, the corner of my mouth twitching. The kid’s gaze landed on me. His eyes held a calmness and composure that didn’t belong to his age. So this is Julian’s cub… No wonder they look so alike. If my child had survived, he would probably be this big too, right? Seven years ago, in the operating room, the doctor asked Julian whether to save the adult or the child. Julian’s eyes were crimson, and without a hint of hesitation, he said: “Save the adult.” Unfortunately, in the end, neither survived. I stared numbly at the child. In the years I was gone, Julian lived his life well. I should be relieved. But for some reason, I felt a suffocating tightness in my chest. It wasn’t until a voice sounded in my ear again that I snapped back to reality. “Boss, do we kill the hostage?” “What?” I looked at the men in front of me in disbelief. “Julian is a madman, he’s not easy to deal with! If we release the kid, he definitely won’t let us go.” I was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: “You guys take the money and leave first. I’ll handle the aftermath.” Their eyes lit up, calculation written all over their faces. I sneered internally, knowing they wouldn’t refuse. After everyone left. I picked up a knife and walked up to the kid. The kid clearly heard our conversation. Yet he showed no panic. He looked at me calmly, his eyes empty and cold, as if he disregarded life and death. That’s the state of someone who has lost the will to live. A kid under ten, actually doesn’t want to live? Bone-chilling cold instantly spread through my body. I used the knife to cut the ropes binding his hands and feet. Just then, the System’s voice rang in my head. [Congratulations Host! You saved Julian’s son! This is yours and Julian’s child! Hurry and take the child to meet Julian!] The System’s voice made my heart tremble violently. But soon, I regained my calm. Ignoring the System, I stared straight at the kid in front of me. “Hey, call your dad and tell him to pick you up.” [Host! You should personally send him back! That way you can see Julian!] I turned a deaf ear to the System, reaching out to take off my mask. When my vision cleared, I saw the kid staring at me in a daze. “Pa… Papa.” His voice trembled. I frowned impatiently. “Right, ask your dad to pick you up… never mind, I’ll take you away from here first.” [System: Host! Don’t you want a family reunion! Don’t you want to see Julian?] It’s not that I don’t want to see Julian, but that I can’t. “See him? And let you guys hurt him again?” [System: Ah… this time is different!] No matter how the System explained. I pretended not to hear. Back then, Julian didn’t turn dark according to the plot. The world line couldn’t advance. So the Systems used my death to make Julian turn dark. I raised Julian myself. I understand him. If I were to describe my relationship with Julian later on, it would be like chaining a mad dog. After getting together, I confessed to him that I wasn’t from this world. I told him the System promised that after successfully conquering him, I could choose to stay or leave. Those years of being together. I had long developed different feelings for Julian. So I had long dismissed the idea of leaving. But Julian began to become paranoid about gains and losses. Once in the middle of the night, I got up to drink water because I was thirsty. Julian thought I had disappeared. He searched for me like crazy. Later, to comfort him. I agreed to chain myself up at night when sleeping. But Julian still didn’t close his eyes all night, just staring at me. Such a paranoid person. I know what he will become after I leave. I cannot control my life and death. But at least I know how to avoid hurting him again. So I won’t go see him. I opened the car door and put the child inside. While buckling the seatbelt for the child, I asked him: “What’s your name?” “Lucien Blackwood.” I lowered my eyelids and let out a short, light laugh. “How cliché.” 3 Lucien sat in the passenger seat, silently observing me. When the car got on the main road, he spoke. “Uncle, take me here. I’ll have someone pick me up again.” Lucien said, changing the destination on the GPS. The destination wasn’t far, less than half an hour away. It was a villa in the suburbs. After parking, I hesitated. I was afraid of meeting Julian here. Lucien spoke at the right time: “My dad said he won’t be here for another hour. Uncle, can you stay with me for a while?” Lucien looked at me with puppy eyes, pleading. My heart softened, and I agreed. So I let Lucien hold my hand and walked into the villa. He led me to a room, saying in a childish voice as we walked: “Uncle looks a lot like someone I know.” Lucien’s voice was light, but it carried a chilling coldness. “Uncle has a generic face, that’s why.” Lucien glanced at me with a half-smile. “Then Uncle has a good-looking generic face, just like my dad.” I looked down at Lucien, feeling a bit melancholy. I couldn’t see the vitality a seven-year-old should have in him. I slowly squatted down and rubbed his head. “Is your dad… good to you?” Lucien’s pupils trembled slightly. He looked at me deeply, and after a long time, he revealed a weird smile. My hand froze in mid-air, my back going numb. Just then, the System’s voice suddenly rang out. [System: Host run! Run! Your cub is a little psycho.] “Who are you calling a psycho? You’re a psycho! Your whole family is psycho! How could my cub…” Before I could finish my retort. A crisp sound of a metal buckle came from my neck. I froze in place, looking at Lucien in confusion. I saw Lucien showing a very aggrieved look. He gently wrapped his arms around my neck and rested his head on my shoulder. “Uncle, stay and be my Daddy.” I pushed Lucien away and tugged at the metal collar on my neck. “What is this thing? Take it off me.” Lucien stood there expressionlessly, looking at me with a distant gaze. Suddenly, a current surged from the collar. The massive electric shock numbed my whole body. I collapsed to the ground, powerless. Lucien walked to my side and squatted down, reaching out to stroke my face gently. “If Dad sees someone impersonating Daddy again, he’ll kill you. This time I definitely won’t let Dad succeed. I’m protecting you.” Lucien said, revealing an innocent smile. “No one will find you here. You can just stay and be my Daddy!” With that, he stood up and left the room. I lay on the floor, taking a long time to calm down. “Dog System… come out and explain to me.” 4 “This is completely upside down! Where in the world does a son imprison his father? System! Speak!” The System spoke timidly: [System: Since you died, Julian’s darkness value has skyrocketed, affecting the balance of the entire world. We had no choice but to keep sending different conquerors to reduce his darkness value, but…] “But it didn’t work, right?” I pinched my temples irritably. Julian has been paranoid since childhood, and he won’t trust others easily. “Then what’s the deal with Lucien?” [System: After you died, Julian devoted himself to work and rarely cared about Lucien. Lucien has only seen you in photos. Because he was young, he has no memory of living with you, so he became the breakthrough point for the conquerors…] All the strength in my body seemed to be drained in an instant. I sat paralyzed on the ground. The System hesitated for a while before continuing: [System: Julian hated that he always recognized the wrong person. Several times, he executed conquerors who looked very much like you in front of him…] “Madman… how could he do that in front of a child.” I clenched my fists, nails digging deep into my palms, but I couldn’t feel the pain. [System: So Host, hurry up and reunite with them! Save this world!] “Sick! You guys killed me, and now you want my help.” The System played dead again and stopped talking. I lay dejectedly on the bed. Thinking maybe I should confess my identity to Lucien. Tell him, I am his biological father? I closed my eyes thinking, and immense exhaustion swept over me. I accidentally fell asleep. When I woke up at night, in the dim room, a furry head was lying by my bed. Lucien was looking at me with a serious face. Funnily enough, contrasting with his serious expression was the pink plush bunny pajamas he was wearing. There were two bunny ears on the hood of the pajamas. I remembered when Julian was still young. One year for his birthday, I gave him a pink bunny plushie as tall as him. Whether Julian liked that gift or not, I wasn’t too sure. Anyway, I liked it. Later when sleeping, there was a bunny between Julian and me. I gradually liked sleeping holding that bunny. But soon, the bunny disappeared. But Julian got a set of pink bunny pajamas. Every day when sleeping, he insisted on wearing these pajamas to squeeze into the same bed with me. I groggily reached out and tugged at Lucien’s bunny ears. “Did your dad buy you these clothes?” “I bought them myself.” Lucien’s voice paused, then continued: “Dad likes sleeping holding a bunny plushie, but he has never hugged me…” I stopped moving and scrutinized Lucien’s face. The child’s round eyes were misty at some point. I sighed helplessly, pulled him into the blanket, and wrapped my arms around him. Lucien’s eyes flashed with astonishment, but he still obediently let me handle him. “Lucien Blackwood, do you know my name?” Lucien lifted his head from my arms. “My name is Caleb.” Lucien’s eyes gradually dimmed. I couldn’t help but have some doubts in my heart. Julian probably never told him my name. “I am your other dad.” Lucien looked at me calmly. There was no surprise or joy as I expected. He rested his head on my chest, his soft voice carrying a hint of coldness. “Uncle, you are the lousiest of all the conquerors.” “You must, must not be found by Dad, or you’ll die miserably…” It’s over. Lucien completely doesn’t believe me. I sat up abruptly from the bed, pinching Lucien’s face. “Believe me for once! I really am your dad! You are my biological son!” Lucien looked at me with a cold face. Then nodded perfunctorily: “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” “No! You…” Just then, the deafening roar of a helicopter came from outside the window. Lucien’s face instantly turned pale. He panicked: “Oh no, Dad found us. If he finds you, he’ll definitely kill you!” As soon as Lucien finished speaking, Julian’s furious voice came from the hallway: “Lucien Blackwood, get out here!”

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I transmigrated into the role of a gold-digging, roommate-seducing villain in a romance novel. The System gave me a mission: Seduce the male lead, Caleb Vance. Me: “…I don’t know how.” The System was exasperated: [Be a little sluttier! What do you mean you don’t know how!] [If you don’t know how, just learn! See those white lace stockings? Put them on!] Me: “…” Grudgingly, I put on the lace stockings that dug into my thighs. Following the System’s instructions, I snapped a photo and sent it. “Daddy, do you like it?~” The reply came quickly. “?” “Disgusting. Get lost.” Me: “…” 1 Inside the dim bed canopy. I took a deep breath, lifted my leg, and slowly pulled the edge of the white stocking up. While putting it on, I was terrified. “It’s so thin… System, will I rip it?” The System sneered: [If you rip it, you’re done for. You have no money left, so you’ll have to seduce the male lead in torn stockings!] Me: … I swallowed my pride and carefully pulled the stockings up, then let out a long sigh of relief. Suddenly, someone slammed their fist onto my bed frame. “Hey, loser! What are you doing in there?” “This crappy bed is shaking. Are you crying in there?” I had just put on the stockings and was so scared I quickly covered my legs with the blanket. I panicked: “System, what’s happening?” The System replied nonchalantly: [Oh, nothing. You’re just getting bullied.] Me: “Ah, just getting bullied…” Me: “…Huh?!” My vision went dark. The bed curtain was rudely yanked open. I desperately squeezed myself into the corner, curled up into a ball, and whispered a retort: “You… you can’t bully your classmates… it’s not right…” The guys seemed stunned for a moment. Then they burst into laughter. “It’s not right~” “The little loser dares to talk back now?” A tanned hand with bulging veins reached rudely into the bed curtain. I pressed down on the blanket desperately, panicking: “System, think of something!” System: [Don’t rush.] Me: “…” I gave up struggling in despair. Just as the blanket was about to be lifted amidst their laughter, a cold voice spoke up. “That’s enough.” “That’s about it. Don’t bully your classmates.” System: [Hehe, your hubby is here.] 2 The System was smug: [See, told you not to rush. Gold-medal System, everything is under control!] Me: “Okay, okay, you’re the best.” After perfunctorily praising the System, I leaned out to pull the bed curtain back. My gaze abruptly met the man standing by the lower bunk. He looked like he had just come back from a workout, wearing only a black T-shirt, sweat on his forehead. He lifted his eyelids, gave me a cold look, turned around, grabbed his toiletries, and went into the bathroom. I finally let out a delayed gasp. “Damn… so handsome!” System: [Handsome, right? He’s the man of your dreams.] Me: “…Huh???” The delayed plot finally injected into my brain. After seeing the plot clearly, I went blind. I lay peacefully on the bed and closed my eyes. This is a BL novel. I am the gold-digging, green-tea, villainous roommate who seduces the male lead and dies without a burial place. The original host was vain and manipulative, wearing fake luxury brands to show off, only to find out everyone else was wearing logo-less old money brands worth seventy or eighty times more than his knockoffs. From then on, the original host’s life of being bullied began. The male lead was his roommate and helped him out of convenience. In those dark days, he was the original host’s only light. Therefore, seeing the male lead get close to the protagonist (bottom), the original host became jealous and bitter, lied about being the male lead’s boyfriend, hurt the protagonist deeply, and was finally thrown into the ocean by the male lead to feed the fish. After reading the plot, I broke down: “And you call this my hubby? “YOUR hubby!” System: [Oh my, just a joke. Look how anxious you are.] Me: “…” At this moment, the sound of water splashing came from the bathroom. The System rubbed its hands together: [Quick! Seduce early, feed the fish early. Send him your stocking pics!] I lifted the blanket with hatred. My eyes went black again. The original host had almost no living expenses left. The stockings he bought were useless. They looked nice, but were thin as hell. Just struggling just now tore them. The top of the stockings dug tightly into my thigh flesh, but a little further down, several small holes appeared. The System urged me non-stop. I closed my eyes, crossed my legs, struck a pose, and sent it. Along with a few words. “Daddy, do you like it?~” Although I was using a burner account the System applied for me. It was still shameful. Just as I was kneeling on the bed banging my head against the pillow, the sound in the bathroom stopped. Soon, the phone displayed the reply. “?” “Disgusting. Get lost.” Me: “…” 3 The System was delighted: [Great, hated immediately.] [Keep up the good work, dear. Once the protagonist appears, you can go feed the fish.] Me: “…Haha.” After sending the photo, I lay on the bed playing with my phone, dead inside. I heard chatting from the lower bunk. It was a four-person dorm, but now only three people lived there. Me, the male lead, and a roommate who was busy with a startup and rarely came back. Now that roommate rarely came back, laughing at the male lead. “Caleb, why the long face?” The male lead’s voice was cold. “Saw something disgusting.” Me: “…………” I shrank my neck guiltily and kicked the removed stockings deeper under the covers. The roommate laughed. “What is it? Let me see.” Caleb refused calmly: “Nothing.” The roommate didn’t intend to probe further. While washing up, he asked: “A friend asked me to ask you, what kind of person do you like?” “Cool and aloof? Cute? Innocent?” Caleb: “Why ask this?” Roommate: “People are curious! You’ve been single for so long, people want to know which direction to work towards.” Caleb was silent for a long time, then said faintly: “Nothing I like. If I had to say… wearing a thigh garter?” The roommate burst out laughing: “Thigh garter? No way, Caleb, you’re that repressed!” “That position is very ambiguous, like you can grab it with one hand.” The roommate just laughed and didn’t notice. While he was speaking, Caleb’s eyes darkened slightly. His Adam’s apple bobbed gently. 4 The System was very excited. [Dear, let’s order a thigh garter right now!] Me: “? No, he likes this, how can I buy it? I should wear something he dislikes.” The System argued plausibly: [It’s precisely because he likes this that you should buy it. Seeing something he likes on your leg, the male lead will be disgusted to death.] Me: “…” Felt like nonsense, but also kind of made sense. Persuaded by the System’s twisted logic, I ordered the thigh garter. Before the order arrived, my life was a straight line between two points every day. Class, dorm. Class, dorm. Occasionally running into Caleb, I ran away shrinking my neck like a thief. Caleb didn’t care. He occasionally glanced at me, eyes deep, unknown thoughts. Life was originally plain like this. Until I was blocked in the classroom again. A few guys laughed like villains: “Little loser, why so well-behaved these days?” “Can’t even afford knockoffs?” “Would’ve been fine if you were this well-behaved earlier. Why did you have to provoke our AAA King!” I was cornered. Trembling. The original host was very vain before. Such vain people always need a reference to show off their excellence. At that time, the original host targeted King. He looked plain, like he’d never heard of any brands. Result: he messed with the wrong person. This King’s family was not only rich, but extremely rich. His family was in construction, rumored to have thousands of excavators at home. After offending King, the original host was bullied by him and his many lackeys every day. Logically speaking, this was karma, a satisfying turn of events. But now I transmigrated into the original host, a good thing turned bad. I tremblingly squeezed out a smile. “S-sorry… “I was blind before. You guys are magnanimous, let me go…” The leading King looked fierce. “Now you know to beg for mercy? You didn’t have this face when you mocked me before!” “I’m acting for justice, just to teach guys like you who look down on others a lesson!” I wanted to cry but had no tears. If it could snow in June, it would be because of the tears I shed today. “I was really wrong… How can you forgive me?” I begged humbly. King looked at me for a while, suddenly reached out, and touched my face. Me: “?” King muttered a few words in a low voice. “Just haven’t seen you for two days, how come you seem prettier?” Then he waved his hand: “How about this, be my lover, and I’ll forgive what you did before.” The guys blocking me were dumbfounded. “King?” “Bro, don’t be blinded by this little guy!” The System was also dumbfounded. [What’s the situation? Where’s the damn cannon fodder?] [Host, refuse quickly! You belong to the male lead…] The System stopped halfway. But even if the System didn’t tell me to refuse, I would have. After all, I don’t like men. Agreeing to transmigrate into this BL world was also because I was just a small cannon fodder who would go offline in a few chapters. I refused tremblingly. “Hahaha King you’re so humorous… but forget it, I don’t have that intention…” After being rejected, King’s face turned fierce. “Is that so? Thought it through? “Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit. Then let me beat you up once, and I’ll forgive you!” Me: “…Fine!” I closed my eyes like a martyr, waiting for the fist to fall on me. But there was no movement for a long time. Afraid I’d get hit as soon as I opened my eyes, I squinted, carefully observing the situation in front of me. Then opened my eyes in surprise. Within my line of sight, a cold white hand with bulging veins steadily intercepted the fist swung in mid-air. Caleb appeared here unbeknownst to me, standing sideways in front of me, looking very cold. “Didn’t I say, that’s enough?” He looked indifferently at the people in front of him, curling his lips. “Do you guys… not understand human language?” King’s face twisted in surprise and pain. In the silence. The System chuckled. [Hehe, your hubby is here again.] 5 “Sorry! Sorry Caleb!” “We didn’t know this was your guy!” “We’re leaving now! Leaving now!” The guys lost their arrogance. Running away scrambling. I leaned against the wall with lingering fear, exhaling slowly after a long time. …Scared me to death! I thought I was really going to get beaten up. Thank god I didn’t. “Are you okay?” Caleb lowered his eyes and asked faintly, “Can you go back to the dorm?” “Ah, yes.” I straightened up and gave the male lead a sincere smile, “Thanks just now. Without you, I’d be miserable.” Caleb’s pupils stared straight at me for a moment. Until my smile stiffened. Then he withdrew. “It’s nothing, just convenient.” Seemingly unintentionally mentioned, “You seem… to have gotten paler recently.” Me: “Hm? No?” The System chimed in timely: [Dear, the current body is your original body. I used a little trick, so in others’ eyes you seem to have become better looking recently. You can explain it~] Listening to the System’s explanation, I laughed dryly and explained: “Maybe, maybe I haven’t gone out much recently, got pale from staying inside…” Caleb didn’t comment. On the way back to the dorm, my package arrived. After asking if he minded, I took a detour to pick up the package. Caleb asked casually: “What did you buy?” Me: “Don’t know, probably food.” Buying a lot of stuff recently, I forgot about being forced by the System to buy a thigh garter. So seeing the small package boldly written “Thigh Garter Lolita Punk Gothic Sexy Thigh Ring Elastic Band PU Material…” and so on, a long string of words. My cold sweat poured down instantly. Caleb: “What is it?” I instantly stuffed the package into my bag. “No no no no nothing!” System: [What are you shy about? You’ll have to show him later anyway.] I was annoyed: “…That’s also very shy! I’m a man, wearing this kind of thing for the male lead to see, it’s shameful no matter how you think about it!” The System sneered twice and stopped talking. I returned to the dorm with a red face and heavy heart. The first thing I did was climb onto the bed, take out the thigh garter with trembling fingers, and measure it on my leg. “Is it a bit big…” System: [It’s adjustable. Adjust it, make it a bit tight so it squeezes the flesh, that’s best.] I did as told, complaining: “Although you’re just a system, you know quite a lot.” System: [Hehe, actually I know more~ Does host want to know?] I ignored it. After fearfully putting on the thigh garter, I slightly straightened my leg, but still bent a little, and sent it to Caleb. [Image] [Image] “Daddy Daddy, do you like the photos this time~”

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On the day my husband, Dr. Caleb Sterling, died of AIDS, everyone was shocked. He was a leading expert in the field, with an unparalleled understanding of the disease. It seemed impossible for him to die this way. But only I knew the truth. Caleb had injected himself with the blood of his “white moonlight,” his first love, who had contracted the virus. On his deathbed, Caleb held her, heartbroken: “I researched AIDS for you. Since I can’t save you now, I’ll die with you!” My in-laws tried to comfort me, but I just smiled softly. After all, as a top medical expert, my husband left me a massive fortune. So by day, I scouted boy toys; by night, I played with them. Life was wild and free. I even died, eventually, on the eight-pack abs of a young lover. So when I was reborn, and my parents asked me to choose a husband, I didn’t hesitate to pick Caleb again. I didn’t expect the plot to change this time. 1 “Chloe, come take a look.” As soon as I walked through the door, my parents called me over. I knew they were trying to set me up on blind dates again. I walked over immediately, grabbed Caleb Sterling’s file, and said firmly, “Him. I choose him.” My parents were shocked. “Haven’t you always resisted marriage? Why so decisive this time?” Of course I was decisive. My parents had no idea what a good life I lived in my previous life. In my last life, on this very day, my parents gave me two choices and forced me to pick one to marry. I looked reluctantly for a while and finally chose Caleb. Caleb was a doctor. Later, he devoted himself to researching AIDS treatments, becoming a prestigious expert in the field and making a lot of money. Because of this, I lived a wealthy life. Although Caleb was cold to me, he was generous and never controlled my spending. Life went on like this until Caleb turned forty. Suddenly, I received notice of his death. The doctor told me Caleb died of AIDS. Everyone was shocked. How could Caleb, an expert in this field, be so careless as to get infected? But I knew. I saw him with my own eyes, holding his first love, Lily, heartbroken: “I researched AIDS for you. Since I can’t save you now, I’ll die with you!” Everyone told me to restrain my grief. My in-laws comforted me. I just smiled softly. Although Caleb was dead, as a top medical expert, he left me a huge inheritance. After that, I used the money Caleb left me to live it up. By day, I scouted boy toys; by night, I played with them. Life was wild and free. I even died, eventually, on the eight-pack abs of a young lover. Thinking back to my last life, the memories were endless! So, reborn, I still chose Caleb without hesitation. I can live happily for another lifetime! 2 The next day, arranged by the matchmaker, I met Caleb. Young Caleb was truly handsome, which was one of the reasons I chose him in my last life. Caleb was still cold to me. He just glanced at me and said, “If you think I’m okay, we can get the marriage license.” In my last life, I rolled my eyes so hard when I heard this. If my parents hadn’t told me how good Caleb was and how promising his future was, I wouldn’t have agreed. He felt like he was just marrying me to deal with his parents. Facts proved he was indeed marrying me to deal with his family. But this life was different. I nodded like a bobblehead: “Okay, okay, we can get the license anytime.” Caleb’s attitude was cold. He looked at me with slight surprise and said deeply, “However, I have to say some things upfront. I’m very busy. After we get married, I won’t have time to accompany you.” “Also, I’m not very keen on that aspect. I must make this clear to you beforehand. If you mind, then…” “I don’t mind! I don’t mind at all!” I said with a smile. With so many men to play with in the future, I wouldn’t be obsessed with doing that with Caleb. In my last life, we did do it, and it was Caleb who initiated it. No matter how deeply in love he was with someone else, he was still a man. It was normal for a man to have physical needs. But doing it with him wasn’t great. He just pumped away without talking, completely devoid of romance. Maybe I was too easygoing, because Caleb looked at me with even more confusion. I stopped smiling and explained: “Actually, I’m like you. I just want to find someone to marry to deal with my family. The reason I chose you is because you look mature and steady, not like a troublemaker.” “After meeting you, you are exactly as you appear in the photos.” “You can rest assured. Since I married you, even if there is no love between us, I will be responsible for our family and won’t do anything untoward.” Caleb’s expression relaxed slightly. He nodded: “I think so too. In that case, let’s settle the marriage.” “Okay!” My parents were thrilled when they found out I settled on Caleb. I was happy too. Both families discussed the wedding date. It was obvious that both sets of parents were anxious. The wedding was set for next month, but they said the day after tomorrow was a lucky day and asked me and Caleb to get the marriage license first. In my last life, Caleb and I had a decent wedding. Even though I didn’t like him at that time, I had natural expectations for a wedding, so I put a lot of effort into it. I discussed every detail with the wedding planner, what flowers to use, the design of the invitations… But from beginning to end, Caleb never showed up. I tentatively asked him: “Do you have any ideas about the wedding? How about we go to the wedding planner together tomorrow? What do you think?” Caleb’s attitude was distant and cold: “As long as you like it. I don’t have any ideas. And I’m very busy, I don’t have time.” Caleb only appeared on the wedding day. But as soon as the ceremony was over, he went back to the hospital, leaving me alone at the reception to greet the guests. At that moment, I actually regretted it. Even if two people who don’t love each other get married, they should at least act like a couple. But Caleb didn’t even pretend. He really didn’t care. That night, Caleb stayed in his lab and didn’t come home all night. When he came back the next day to wash up and change clothes, he handed me two cards. “This is my salary card, and this card has my savings. Buy whatever you want, you don’t need to ask me.” I checked the balance of these two cards. The salary card had over fifty thousand, and the savings card had much more. Later I learned that Caleb not only owned his own lab but also made investments and earned a lot of money. From then on, I lived the life of a wealthy wife. Choosing Caleb in this life was also to live that life again. As for the wedding… Who cares? “No need for a wedding, it’s too much trouble. Caleb’s work must be very busy. We can just register,” I said understandingly. Caleb turned his head and looked at me silently, the corners of his mouth curving into an imperceptible arc, and nodded. 3 Coming out of City Hall, Caleb and I became a legal couple. He handed me two bank cards and said the same words as in my previous life. I took them with excitement and smiled at him: “Thank you. Then go to work, I won’t disturb you.” Caleb didn’t turn around and leave like in my previous life. Instead, he looked at me, and after a while, nodded. “Okay, I’m leaving. I won’t drop you off.” He opened the car door, as if suddenly thinking of something, and turned to ask me: “Do you have a driver’s license?” I nodded: “Yes, why?” I don’t like cars and don’t like driving. But after the college entrance exam, my parents forced me to get a license, saying I might not use it, but I couldn’t be without it. Caleb said: “You can choose a car you like. It will be convenient for you to go anywhere in the future.” I was slightly surprised. In my last life, whenever Caleb went out for business or to meet friends, he would answer the phone and drive away, never thinking about how I would get around. In this life, he actually offered to buy me a car. Might as well take it. “Okay, thank you.” Caleb opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something else, but eventually got in the car. I watched him leave and immediately called my friend to choose a car. My friend envied me to death when she heard what I said. “OMG, when will I meet such a peerless good man? No need to deal with him, no need to serve him, spend money freely, and be free as if unmarried, just with someone supporting you. This is simply my dream life!” She grabbed my arm and shook it vigorously: “Does your husband have any brothers? Or friends? Birds of a feather flock together, his brothers and friends should be his type too, right?” “No,” I said with certainty. I knew everything about Caleb in my last life. My friend pouted regretfully: “Forget it, not everyone is as lucky as you. I can only envy you.” I just smiled and didn’t speak. Actually, in the beginning of my previous life, I wasn’t this lucky, because… I fell in love with Caleb. Even though I initially just wanted to deal with my parents, after spending a long time together, I involuntarily discovered Caleb’s strengths. 4 Caleb’s biggest strength was his authority in his industry. Being a sapiosexual combined with admiration for strength made me start to worship Caleb, especially seeing him give reports on TV or doing experiments in his lab… Really handsome. Plus, he was generous to me. Knowing I didn’t like housework, he hired a maid directly. Gradually, I really fell for him. So when Caleb proposed to consummate the marriage, I agreed without hesitation. Even though it didn’t feel great, I thought it was a good start. At least Caleb had desire for me. Later, I got pregnant. I said to Caleb: “Can you spend more time at home with me during this period?” Caleb’s eyes were still cold and distant: “The maid will take care of you at home, or you can go back to your parents’ house. I’m really too busy to get away.” The child wasn’t saved in the end. When I was four months pregnant, I was pushed down the escalator by a brat in the mall, and the child was gone on the spot. My parents and Caleb’s parents called Caleb several times, even went to the hospital to find him, but Caleb didn’t appear in my hospital room until the next afternoon. I cried and questioned him: “Why did you just come? Do you know our child is gone? The doctor said I might never have children again!” Caleb stood by the bed, his expression unchanged. What was a huge event for me didn’t even make him frown. “It was my fault. I should have used protection. I won’t let this happen again.” “As for the child, I never thought about having children. Now that it’s gone, let’s just say this child wasn’t meant for us.” That was when I was most vulnerable. I picked up the pillow and smashed it on him repeatedly: “Caleb, are you human? How can you say such things? Do I have no place in your heart? You don’t care about my life or death, and you don’t like me at all, do you?” Caleb didn’t move, letting me hit him with the pillow. I was tired and told him to leave, and he really left. I stayed in the hospital for half a month, and Caleb didn’t visit me once. My parents regretted it, saying they shouldn’t have forced the marriage, and told me to divorce. Half a month later, I returned home. Caleb transferred the house to my name. He told me: “Chloe, this is all I can give you.” “If you want my heart, I can tell you clearly, I can’t give it to you.” “If you want a divorce, you can. I will leave the marriage with nothing.” At that moment, I completely gave up on him. But I didn’t divorce him. He had money and was generous. I just needed to guard the money. What sapiosexual? Sometimes it’s money-sexual!

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My sister has a developmental delay, with an IQ of a 7-year-old. Our family arranged a marriage for her. The groom was 36, slightly disabled, and owned a grocery store in the next county. On the day of the wedding, my sister was dressed beautifully, her eyes full of innocent curiosity. Mom lied to her: “We’re going on a trip. Be good.” She got into the car excitedly. After that, I never heard from her again. Until the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, she came back. She lay by the window and whispered timidly, “Sis, my body hurts a little.” “C-can I rest at home for a few days?” 1 Although my sister Jenny is simple-minded, she is exceptionally beautiful, especially her eyes—dark and bright. Like an innocent little animal. So when she secretly peeked through my window, I spotted her immediately. “Jen?” Seeing her alone, I was shocked. It takes three hours just to drive from the county to our town, with transfers in between. I didn’t know how she made it back. Through the window glass, I saw her eyes filled with tears. Her voice was very low: “Sis, my body hurts a little.” “C-can I rest at home for a few days?” Saying the word “home,” her mouth puckered slightly, trying hard not to cry. When I was bullied as a kid, she had the same expression when protecting me. I put down my homework, feeling complicated, and opened the window. Only when she was close did I notice a small sign hanging around her neck. Written in black marker: [Jenny Chen, has an owner, contact: 137xxx] “Who hung this sign on you?!” I frowned, trying to untie it for her, only to find it was a dead knot, and the string was wire. Like a collar, it couldn’t be taken off. Jenny didn’t hide her emotions; grievance and sadness flowed freely. “He hung it on me. I said no, I don’t like it, he wouldn’t listen.” I froze. “He” must be my brother-in-law. I only saw him once at the wedding—tall and thin, with a slight disability in his right leg, walking unsteadily. He looked honest, but I didn’t expect him to be this kind of person behind the scenes. Our house is self-built; my room is on the first floor, my parents are on the second, and there’s no one in the living room. I quietly opened the door and let Jenny in. Back in the room, under the fluorescent light, Jenny’s face was dirty, her clothes torn and dusty. I asked, “Did you run away?” She nodded, saying foolishly, “I asked a lot of people and took the bus for a long time to find our home.” I lifted her collar and gasped. Her fair skin was covered with red marks, some healed, some new. I rolled up her sleeves; her arms were the same. “Who beat you?” I gritted my teeth. She blinked, tears rolling down one by one. “Many people. Him, his mom, his dad…” “Mia, I don’t want to live with them.” “I want to go home.” 2 “Okay.” I said, without any hesitation. “You hide in this room. Don’t let Mom and Dad know. I’ll bring you food when you’re hungry.” Jenny’s sorrowful eyes finally lit up. “Really?” She asked cautiously. I made the bed and took out another quilt from the closet. “This is your room too.” Our house has few rooms—one for parents, one for my brother. Before Jenny got married, I shared this room with her. I still kept her things. Seeing me make the bed, Jenny was excited, speaking like a child: “I must hide well!” I smiled helplessly. “I’ll find pliers later to get that thing off your neck.” “I’m going to get you some water now, don’t go out…” “Mia! I want to play games!” Bang! The door was knocked open by brute force. I frowned, quickly blocking the door, shouting sternly: “Tyler, how many times have I told you to knock before entering my room!” Tyler froze, peering inside. “Is Big Sis back?” “I saw her.” I put on a cold face. “No, you’re seeing things.” “Didn’t you want to play games? Go out first, I’ll find my phone.” Tyler’s eyes widened, declaring aggressively: “It’s Big Sis! I saw her, don’t try to trick me.” “Mom said she’s married now, she’s not part of our family anymore.” “I’m telling Mom and Dad!” He tried to run, but I grabbed his arm. “If you talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I’ll smack you.” Tyler was rebellious; he stretched his neck and started screaming. “Mom! Dad! Big Sis is back!” “Mia is going to hit me!” “Save me!” The next second, footsteps sounded on the stairs. Tyler grinned triumphantly and cheaply. I was furious and slapped him across the face, crisp and loud. He burst into tears immediately. “Mia, why did you hit Tyler?” Mom screamed, prying my hand away, glaring at me hatefully. “What if you hurt your brother? Are you going to support him?” Tyler wailed loudly. “Big Sis is back! Mia wouldn’t let me tell you. She said she’d hit me if I did.” As soon as the words fell, my parents’ faces changed drastically. “Jenny ran back?” “Is she in your room?” They interrogated endlessly. I calmly blocked the door. “Tyler is talking nonsense.” “The county is so far from town, how could she come back alone?” “I didn’t let Tyler play games, so he lied.” Mom was skeptical. “I didn’t lie!” Tyler stopped crying, pushed me aside angrily, and squeezed into the room. The door was wide open, everything inside visible. No sign of Jenny. He looked confused. “Big Sis was standing right there just now.” Tyler pointed to a spot. “Mom, I didn’t lie, I really saw her come back.” I sneered. Mom sighed. “Enough, what’s all the fuss on Mid-Autumn Festival.” “If Tyler wants to play games, give him the phone.” “You’re a senior in high school, studying is more important. What use do you have for a phone?” I swallowed my grievance and annoyance, went into the room to get the phone. “Here.” Tyler held the phone, but his eyes stared fixedly at the closet. I yawned, pretending to be sleepy. “I have school tomorrow, going to sleep now.” Mom led Tyler upstairs. I breathed a sigh of relief, ready to close the door. My hand just gripped the handle when someone’s phone rang. Dad picked up his phone, glanced at it, and said, “It’s the in-laws.” I held my breath, heart racing. He pressed answer, smiling politely: “In-law, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, have you eaten?” Silence on the other end for two seconds, then cursing erupted: “Eat my ass.” “Your daughter ran away!” 3 “What?!” Dad’s pupils dilated, his smile vanishing completely. Mom stood frozen. The voice on the phone was furious: “If you don’t find your daughter by tomorrow, return the dowry.” Jenny was only 19, but she was exchanged for a $30,000 dowry. After getting the money, the house was renovated, Tyler enrolled in cram school, Dad bought a camera he’d been eyeing, and Mom wore a gold necklace. The family also bought a second-hand car. The $30,000 was long gone; my parents couldn’t pay it back. Dad panicked, arguing: “Jenny is simple-minded, how could she run?” “Did you make a mistake?” “I checked the surveillance. She took a bus and ran. Destination is your house.” “If you’re playing games with me, I won’t let your Chen family off.” My heart was in my throat. Tyler suddenly shouted: “Big Sis is in Mia’s room!” Mom’s face darkened. Without any suspicion, she walked straight into my room. She opened the closet. Empty. She squatted to look under the bed. Still nothing. Mom questioned viciously: “Where did you hide her?” I pinched my palm, expression unchanged. “I don’t know.” “She didn’t come back.” Dad’s lips curled down. He slapped me across the face, his voice loud and oppressive: “Still lying.” “Besides you, who else can she go to?” Half my face burned with pain, a rusty taste in my mouth—probably bleeding. I covered my face, gasping, “She’s a person, she has her own thoughts, she wouldn’t be stupid enough to come back to this house.” “If you don’t believe me, call the police!” My parents looked at each other, falling silent. They dared not call the police. They knew selling their daughter was shameful. I confronted them with red eyes. “If you don’t call the police, I will.” I snatched the phone back from Tyler and quickly dialed 911. “Beep, beep—” Before the second ring, Dad snatched the phone away. He cut the call, cheeks trembling with anger. “Don’t air dirty laundry in public!” Mom cursed: “That idiot! Others feed and house her, yet she still runs!” “What do we do? The in-laws are coming tomorrow.” They rubbed their brows helplessly, looking anxious. Tyler rolled his eyes and looked up. “Just send Mia.” My fingers trembled, locking eyes with him. He hid behind Mom, only showing his head, smiling brightly. “Big Sis and Mia actually look quite alike.” “Mia can go deal with them for a few days. Once we find Big Sis, we’ll bring her back.” 4 A glint flashed in my parents’ eyes. Sensing their thoughts, I firmly refused. “I won’t go. I’m a minor. That’s illegal.” Mom smiled: “Mia, just treat it as playing for a few days. Once we find your sister, we’ll pick you up.” Dad’s face softened. “Just keep it within the family. No one else needs to know.” “Your brother-in-law is a decent guy. He won’t bully you.” Hearing their ghostly words, I laughed until I cried. I wiped the mist from my eyes and glanced coldly at Tyler. “Since you have to send someone, I think Tyler is the most suitable.” “He’s a boy. Maybe brother-in-law doesn’t have that preference. Plus, he doesn’t have school, plenty of time.” Tyler pouted. “I’m not going.” “Brother-in-law is a psycho. I don’t want to be with him!” Mom looked at me dissatisfied. “You’re the older sister now. Why don’t you have any responsibility?” “No more discussion. Tomorrow your dad will drive you there. Stay in your room obediently.” My jaw tightened. “If you want to go, go yourself.” “The money came from selling your daughter. Pay it back yourself.” After I said this, the two people in front of me turned cold. Mom grabbed my ear and slapped me several times. Her sharp, long nails scratched my cheek, leaving a trail of blood. “Did we spend no money raising her? With her IQ, she can’t survive in society. Getting married early is the right thing.” “She marries, we get some pension money. How is that selling a daughter?” I cried from the pain, heart cold. Dad took a rope, ignoring my struggles, and tied my hands. “Stop talking nonsense with her. Send her directly to the in-laws tomorrow.” Just as I wanted to struggle, Jenny’s faint crying reached my ears. “Don’t, don’t send Mia.” My throat tightened. She crawled out of an inconspicuous cardboard box, clenching her fists nervously. “Don’t hit Mia…” My parents stopped moving.

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I planned to force my stepbrother into submission. I wanted to drug him. But before I could even act, he found my stash. He exploded: “Who did you plan to use this on? You’re just a kid, why are you so messed up?!” Later, when he found out the drugs were meant for him, he didn’t beat me up. Instead, he lay back and smirked. “You don’t need that stuff.” “Come here, baby. Didn’t you want to cook the rice? Let big brother teach you how. Whatever you want to do… just be direct.” 1 “Let me confirm this one more time. You said you’re going to do what to your brother?” Jayden stared at me, eyes wide, asking again in disbelief. I chugged some water, repeating without changing my expression: “I said, I’m going to drug my brother, rip his clothes off, pin him to the bed, bite his tongue, and then rid—” “Stop, stop, stop!” Jayden looked like he was suffocating. He pinched my mouth shut, glancing around the basketball court like a thief. He lowered his voice and cursed, “Gross. Too gross. Eli, you’re a beast. He’s your brother. Even if not by blood, he’s still your brother.” I didn’t like hearing that. I retorted unhappily, “So what?” I just like my brother, what’s wrong with that? Even if liking my brother is shocking, immoral, and unforgivable, is it entirely my fault? Is my brother innocent? If Caleb Vance wasn’t my brother, I’d just be a normal guy who likes men. How would I become a beast who dares to go after his own brother? The root cause is that he became my brother first, leading to the result of me being a beast. He has to take primary responsibility. Jayden paced anxiously. “Your brother controls you so strictly. Where did you get the drugs?” I said matter-of-factly, “You gave them to me.” “When did I…” He realized and raged, “Eli Xu! You’re immoral enough to drag me into this?” I stared at him silently. Jayden compromised in despair. “Fuck, I really owe you. Let me think of a way. If you get caught, don’t rat me out.” Then he silently took out his phone and started searching “Should I report my bro going down the wrong path” and “General punishment for aiding and abetting.” 2 When I got home, Caleb was cooking in the kitchen. Hearing the noise, he glanced back at me. His gaze fell on my sweat-soaked jersey first, and he spoke with dissatisfaction: “How many times have I said it? Put on a jacket after playing ball. Sweaty all over, it’s easy to catch a cold in the wind. Eli, do you want to drink bitter medicine again?” I leaned against the doorframe, my gaze licking over his back inch by inch. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, perky butt. The pink apron strings were tied in a neat bow behind him, swaying gently. Like a carefully wrapped gift waiting for me to unwrap. I swallowed. My heart itched, my hands itched. I was going crazy with craving. I told you my brother isn’t innocent at all. He probably doesn’t know that every move he makes sets off a stormy sea in my heart. Waiting for no response, thinking I was being stubborn again, Caleb shook his head helplessly. He turned around with a small plate of freshly fried crispy pork and fed me a piece. The smile at the corner of his mouth was indulgent. “Hungry? Go wash your hands, dinner soon.” I leaned in, taking a piece from his hand with my mouth, the tip of my tongue “accidentally” brushing his finger. Chewing the crispy pork, I mumbled vaguely, “Mhm, dying of craving.” I didn’t want to go to this step, really. I also wanted to take the pure love route. But my brother is stubborn and impervious to soft or hard tactics. 3 On my eighteenth birthday, I spoke wild words. “Bro, I like men. I want to spend my life with a man.” My brother is an old-fashioned guy. He once told me personally that every node in his life must be walked accurately, and he would never let himself fall into the mud. So my brother always took feelings lightly. Family and love couldn’t tie him down. As I grew up, he became more mature. Few people came and went, and only I was important enough to talk about. Restraining me, disciplining me, and planning every step of my future. In my imagination, first tell my brother I like men, then tell him the man I like is him. Proceeding in this order, I wouldn’t anger him to death as soon as I opened my mouth. I didn’t get my brother’s eighteenth birthday, but my brother didn’t miss mine. Just as I thought, Caleb’s face was iron green. He asked, “How old is he? Where is he from? Do I know him? When did you meet?” I answered cautiously, “Twenty-five…” I didn’t continue because my brother laughed when he heard twenty-five. He gently patted my head. “Shut up. Say another word and I’ll break your legs.” He acted like nothing happened, thoughtfully waiting until twelve o’clock, when my birthday was over. Then he went crazy, grabbing my ear and asking: “Eli Xu! Where did you meet this old man?! How old is he and how old are you? You don’t know better, but at twenty-five, shouldn’t he? Go stand in the corner and reflect. I’ll pretend I never heard your nonsense.” I refused to submit. “Caleb Vance, my mind is very clear!” I just like you. I want to kiss you, bite you, hug you, fuck you. I didn’t dare say this because my brother looked like he was about to faint from anger. On the first day of being eighteen, I was pinned down by my brother, pants off, rewarded with a belt whipping. The four words “I like you” were thoroughly whipped back into my stomach. But he still couldn’t be cruel. He didn’t really hit hard. Because I didn’t feel pain, only tickles, and my whole body went numb. From childhood to adulthood, he always had so much reluctance, so much indulgence, which is why my guts grew to this size today. All in all, blame him. I stood facing the wall with tears in my eyes for an hour, still not relenting. My brother couldn’t do anything with me. Sighing with a cigarette in his mouth, he scolded grumpily, “Little bastard, how many people have you met to talk about liking or not?” After a moment of silence, he lowered his voice. “Either forget him, or bring him here for me to see. See if I beat him to death or not.” I tentatively asked him, “Bro, I like a twenty-five-year-old man. How do you feel?” Caleb gritted his teeth. “How do I feel? I feel fucking disgusted! I want to hit someone!” Disgusted? All the courage I had accumulated was punctured by these two words. Can I bear the consequences of recklessness? What if… what if my relationship with my brother shatters into pieces because of my liking, unable to be put back together? What should I do? How will my brother see me? A younger brother with dirty thoughts about him. Just imagining the look of disgust that might appear in his eyes makes it hard for me to breathe. Seeing me suddenly silent, Caleb probably thought his words were too heavy and scared me. His tone softened, reasoning with me: “Eli, you’re still young. That man is seven years older than you. What good intentions can he have approaching you? He just sees you’re young and easy to cheat. You can think I’m feudal or annoying, but I will absolutely not agree to you being with him.” Later, my brother locked me up. For the whole summer vacation, he strictly screened everyone around me, even suspecting if I met a pervert online. Only after confirming there were no ambiguous old men around me did he graciously let me go out. 4 My brother said I don’t understand what love is. I do. When I was five, I was led into the Vance family by my unreliable mother. Strange environment, strange people, I cried my heart out. Then, twelve-year-old Caleb squatted in front of me. He took out a handkerchief, wiped away my tears bit by bit, and gently straightened the crooked little bow tie on my neck. He wrapped my hand in his palm and coaxed patiently, “I’m your brother. Brother is here. Little treasure, stop crying, okay?” When I grew older, his lecherous dad and my money-grubbing mom were lovey-dovey, wandering all over the place, unseen all year round. I’ve met many people, but the only word that fills my entire world is “Brother.” What is love? In elementary school, the essay topic was “The Person I Love Most.” I wrote three full pages about how good my brother is—Brother cooks for me, teaches me homework, protects me, puts me to sleep. I love Brother the most in the world. Caleb read it and laughed immediately, picked me up and kissed me hard twice, saying, “Brother loves you too. Our Eli is so good, worth spoiling.” I became increasingly dissatisfied. I’m not satisfied with him just being a brother. I’m not satisfied that his slender fingers are only used to peel shrimp and straighten my collar. I’m not satisfied that his deep voice only says “Eli, behave.” I’m not satisfied that his broad embrace is only open temporarily when I’m sick or have a nightmare. I’m even more unsatisfied that one day he will give this unique kindness, untouched, to another person. I want him to lose control. I want his eyes, hands, arms, and heart to only hold me. Love is being unsatisfied again and again. 5 I was still unsatisfied, so I didn’t give up. On the surface, I acted good, but behind the scenes, I looked for a permanent solution. When I got the drugs Jayden secretly stuffed for me, my hands were shaking. A little scared, but mostly excited. I planned it well: Friday night, my brother usually drinks some red wine to relax. I’ll drug it beforehand, wait for him to react, then pretend to accidentally get close. Unknowingly cook the raw rice. The next day I’ll cry holding his neck, saying my innocence is gone and I can only be his person for the rest of my life, and I won’t have the face to live if I’m not with him. With my brother’s personality of overflowing responsibility, even if he doesn’t like me, he will definitely take responsibility. I know I’m a despicable villain, but Uncle Vance and my mom have already started introducing marriage partners to my brother. I can’t sit still. Returning home after class, my heart surged. As soon as I pushed the door open, I smelled a low pressure like a coming storm. My brother sat on the living room sofa, back straight. On the coffee table in front of him sat the small medicine bottle I hid in my pillow. My heart stopped instantly. I calculated everything, but didn’t calculate that my brother would find that bottle of medicine in advance. My brother looked up at me, expressionless. But I knew he was furious. “Eli Xu, get over here.” I moved over slowly, my brain frantically flashing “It’s over,” “I’m dead,” “Is it too late to run.” “What is this?” He shook the bottle. My legs were a bit weak, wanting to muddle through: “Mela… Melatonin. I’ve been having insomnia recently.” He laughed angrily: “Do you take your brother for a fool?!” Caleb stood up, his tall shadow looming over me, full of oppression: “Eli, kneel!” I shivered and knelt down quickly. “Where did you get it? Who did you want to use it on? You’ve got some nerve!” “Who taught you? You’re so young, yet so messed up!” “A brat engaging in this mess. Did you meet some shady people outside? Speak!” The more he spoke, the angrier he got, his chest heaving. That look was like the cabbage he raised carefully for over ten years not only wanted to dig a pit and jump into the pigsty himself but also prepared to drug the pig for fun.

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When I was 18, I accidentally saw Caleb Vance helping a poor girl clasp her bra. His expression was solemn, his movements clumsy and shy. At 26, following my family’s arrangement, I married Caleb. But everyone in our high-society circle knew he kept a portrait of that poor girl locked in his study. Three years into our marriage, I asked for a divorce. He was silent for a long time before signing the papers. “If you ever need help, just ask.” Later, I attended a gala on the arm of a law firm partner. Friends teased us: “Back in the debate club, you two were at each other’s throats. Who would have thought you’d be holding hands one day?” Late that night, Caleb’s number lit up my phone for the first time in months: “Did you insist on that river-view apartment back then because you could see his law firm from there?” 1 Outside, the cold wind howled, but inside, it was warm as spring. The man sitting on the sofa opposite me wore a perfectly tailored suit, his figure tall and lean. His face was as chiseled and handsome as it was at 18. Only the fresh wound on his temple looked jarringly out of place. An hour ago, I received a call from the police station. Caleb Vance had gotten into a fight. When I arrived, a woman was cupping his face, carefully tending to his wound. I recognized her. Jenny, our high school classmate. Seeing me, she flinched back like a frightened bird. Caleb immediately shielded her behind him, speaking to me with displeasure: “She’s timid. Don’t scare her.” I said nothing and followed the officer to handle the paperwork. By the time I finished and returned, Jenny was gone. On the way home, Caleb didn’t say a word to me. He was on the phone the whole time. Even now, he was still coaxing the woman on the other end with a gentle voice. I had never seen this side of Caleb. Gentle, doting, focused. He gave all his patience to Jenny. That was when the thought of divorce first crossed my mind. 2 If Caleb and I were childhood sweethearts, then Jenny was the “white moonlight” he loved but couldn’t have. We met in high school. Unlike our privileged backgrounds, Jenny was the poor student in class. She was pretty, had good grades, and was optimistic and driven. As soon as she transferred to our class, she caught Caleb’s eye. I once thought Caleb was just intrigued by the novelty. Until that day, Jenny was falsely accused of stealing class funds. She was dragged into the girls’ bathroom by a few female classmates. When I got the news and rushed over, those girls had already left. In the empty bathroom, only Jenny remained, her outer clothes stripped off. I took off my jacket, ready to go in and help, when I saw Caleb coming out of a stall. Holding Jenny’s clothes. Jenny had her back to him, her voice choked with tears. “You go. If anyone sees, we can’t explain it.” Caleb: “Then we won’t explain. Put your clothes on first.” After a brief stalemate, Jenny compromised. But for some reason, she couldn’t fasten her bra clasp. Caleb reached out without hesitation. “I’ll do it.” His expression was solemn, his movements clumsy and shy. After fastening it, I clearly saw the tips of his ears turn blood red. Turning around, Caleb met my gaze. Panic flashed in his eyes, quickly replaced by composure as he walked towards me. “You’re just in time. Help her.” Walking out of the bathroom, he turned back to warn me: “Please keep this a secret.” I agreed. But that afternoon, photos of Caleb helping Jenny dress spread throughout the campus. Caleb was convinced I betrayed him. That day, he lost his temper with me for the first time. “Winnie, don’t think I won’t do anything to you just because my parents back you.” “You are the daughter-in-law they chose, not me! No one decides who I marry.” I pursed my lips. “Whether you believe it or not, this has nothing to do with me.” Caleb sneered. “Only you were there that day. Besides you, who else saw?” “Not me!” I raised my neck stubbornly. “Besides, why would I spread rumors about her?” “Because you’re jealous she and I are together.” My head buzzed. I looked at him in disbelief. “When… when did that happen?” He looked over, his eyes full of mockery. “I saw her body, naturally I have to be responsible for her.” “But, we…” He interrupted me impatiently: “Winnie, you don’t think I like you just because I took care of you all these years, do you?” I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave, unable to move. That night, the Vance family found out about Caleb and Jenny. In the middle of the night, Caleb was forcibly brought to my house by his father to apologize. Caleb stiffened his neck and said rebellious words: “If you like Winnie so much, why don’t you marry her yourself?” Which earned him a beating from both sets of parents. Caleb back then hadn’t seen the situation clearly. Naturally, he didn’t see that I had been groomed as the Vance family’s daughter-in-law since childhood. As the only son, Caleb had no right to decide who to marry. So in the end, he married me. Not long after the photo incident, Jenny transferred schools. After high school graduation, Caleb was sent abroad to study for eight years. Eight years later, he returned to take over the company. His temperament had changed drastically. Shedding his immaturity, he became steady and reserved. He came to me and proposed marriage. “Since we are both single, let’s get married.” I knew I couldn’t escape the fate of a political marriage. Marrying someone I knew well was considered lucky. Later I learned that the first thing Caleb did upon returning was to find Jenny. But Jenny rejected him with dignity. Marrying me was just him acting out against her. 3 “I have to go out. You sleep first.” Caleb’s words pulled me back to reality. He got up and walked out, speaking softly as he went: “Don’t be afraid, I’m coming over now, they won’t dare do anything… Yeah, lock the door, wait for me.” I stood up too. “So late, are you going out?” He paused briefly, continuing to walk out. “Something urgent came up, I’ll be back late.” As he was about to reach the door, I called him again. Impatience appeared on his face. “What now?” “Caleb,” I said. “Let’s get a divorce.” Anger instantly dyed Caleb’s eyes. Suppressing his temper, he said, “What are you fussing about now?” “Jenny was frightened today. She has no one to rely on here, she can only ask me for help.” I looked at him steadily: “Help means going to the club where she works every day to back her up?” “The dignified CEO Vance, fighting with others and ending up in the police station for a waitress, that’s what you call help!” Caleb’s thin lips pressed into a cold line. Those deep eyes held danger and warning: “I’ll investigate what happened tonight.” Pausing, he added: “Ideally, it has nothing to do with you.” Like a basin of ice water poured over my head, my blood ran cold. In the two-plus years of marriage, Caleb had never lost his temper with me. For a time, I thought he had let go of Jenny and wanted to live a good life with me. Now it seems, it was just my wishful thinking. I suddenly remembered something. A portrait of Jenny once hung in Caleb’s study. Caleb painted it himself. He didn’t hide it from anyone, including the Vance family. Grandpa Vance threw a huge fit over it. In the end, it was replaced by a wedding photo of Caleb and me. That painting was locked in a cabinet by him. In this moment, I suddenly understood. He hadn’t compromised. He was using his way to silently resist his family. Outside, the wind howled. The balcony door in the dining room wasn’t closed. A gust of cold wind hit me, and I shivered unexpectedly. Just then, a piercing scream came from Caleb’s phone. Almost instantly, the gloom in Caleb’s eyes fell apart. Replaced by deep fear. He strode out quickly. “Jenny don’t be afraid, I’ll be there in ten minutes, don’t open the door for anyone…” As he spoke, he was already out the door. The door opened and closed, cutting off all his gentleness. That night, Caleb didn’t come back. I sat alone on the sofa until dawn. When the sky brightened, I received two messages. A photo of Caleb and Jenny walking into a hotel side by side. And a sentence: [Divorce him, choose me, okay?] Scrolling up, there were three unreplied messages: [Winnie, I’m back.] [Whenever you need, I’m here.] [Do you like him that much? Like me instead, okay?] I blinked my sore eyes and quickly typed on the screen: [Okay.] 4 Caleb came home the next afternoon. He had changed into a brand new suit, a brand he usually wouldn’t even look at. Cleaned up very well, not a trace of perfume on him. If the red mark on his Adam’s apple wasn’t so glaring, perhaps no one would believe he stayed in a hotel room with Jenny until the afternoon. Probably out of guilt, he prepared a gift for me. “Sorry, I spoke too harshly last night. I apologize.” He put the gift in front of me. I took out the divorce agreement I had prepared long ago from the drawer and slowly pushed it in front of him. “Take a look. If there are no problems, sign it.” Caleb frowned deeply: “Just helped an old classmate, is this necessary?” “Winnie, when did you become so petty?” I turned a deaf ear to his words. “Our pre-nuptial property was notarized and belongs to each of us. Cash after marriage is split 50/50. For real estate, I only want the river-view apartment.” Caleb finally looked at me seriously. Those deep eyes were full of scrutiny. After a long while, he sneered coldly. “Is this your new trick?” He didn’t believe me. He thought this was my way of winning him back. True, the Vance family holds significant weight in our circle. How many families want to marry their daughters in. In his view, I had no reason to give up the status of Mrs. Vance. But I had thought of giving up long ago. It was an ordinary day. Caleb was socializing as usual, got drunk, and was sent back. When I went to support him, he suddenly pointed at me and cursed: “Winnie, your love really disgusts me.” I froze in place. Bitterness spread through my chest. I clearly remember, he liked me too. That year in high school, Caleb and I hadn’t been assigned to the same class yet. Our classrooms were door to door in the corridor. When an earthquake hit the neighboring province, we felt strong tremors here. That day, Caleb was the first to dash from his classroom to mine, wrapping his school jacket over my head. Dragging and carrying me downstairs. That earthquake didn’t cause any damage. My only injury was the bruise on my wrist from his grip. His bros teased him, saying Winnie was his precious item. Some even told us to get married right there. I thought Caleb would be angry, but he said: “We will get married.” “Yo yo, don’t speak too soon, still years away from legal age.” Caleb said: “If she’s not the one beside me when I get married, none of you come.” When we got married, all his bros came. But what use was it?

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I opened a daycare, but only animals are accepted as students. As winter approached, a tabby cat came knocking on my door. “Excuse me, I don’t have parents. Can I enroll? “If not, I can work as a security guard. My salary would just be one dried fish. “If that’s still not okay, it doesn’t matter. I’ll just sleep, and winter will be over.” Later, a small plum blossom always appeared by my side. Wherever I went, the plum blossom bloomed. 1 I inherited my family’s bankrupt daycare. Since no new students were enrolling, I decided to recruit a batch of small animals as students. When the neighbors heard about it, they immediately sent their dogs over. “This is great! I was just worried that Pip gets lonely at home alone. Sending him to you solves everything!” “Teacher Kiki, you must remind my dog to poop!” “Teacher Kiki, there are snacks in Bean’s backpack. Remember to give him a small piece!” Just as I was feeding Bean a snack, I suddenly heard Bean’s voice. “Yummy, yummy! I’ll eat a few more bites while the teacher isn’t looking!” I immediately snapped out of it and put the snacks away. “No, your mom said only a small piece. Eating too much will give you a stomachache!” Bean was dumbfounded: “Why can the teacher understand me?” I was dumbfounded too. But soon, I accepted the strange fact that I could understand animals. I led Bean into the classroom. Instantly, a cacophony of voices rushed into my ears. “Ball! Ball! I love playing with balls the most!” “Who are you? Where’s Mom? Where’s Mom? Where’s Mom?” “I need to poop! Can’t hold it anymore!” These kids… no, these pups are too noisy! I couldn’t help but slap the table. “Quiet! I heard you arguing from outside! “You are the worst class I’ve ever taught!” Then, I took out a can of food, using both carrot and stick. “The best-behaved puppy gets to eat this can~ Who is the best-behaved puppy?” Sure enough, all the puppies were manipulated by me and sat obediently on the ground. At this moment, a weak voice came from the corner: “Teacher, I want to poop…” I hurriedly put down the can and rushed to take the Labrador to the lawn outside. The first day finally ended peacefully amidst the chaos. In the evening, neighbors praised in the group chat that the dogs had exhausted their energy at school during the day and fell asleep as soon as they got home, leaving no time to destroy the house. Other neighbors were very moved upon hearing this and planned to sign up tomorrow. Some even transferred the registration fee to my Venmo already. 2 Early the next morning, the daycare had ten new students. The workload was too heavy; I had to hire new staff. Yesterday, I took care of five dogs alone. Throwing a frisbee for the Border Collie while feeding water to the Toy Poodle, and taking the Labrador to poop again. I wished I could turn into an octopus. When I went back at night, my whole body ached, and I fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed. Once the recruitment information was posted, several people came for interviews. The first one was a burly man named Uncle Lee. He had been a driver, security guard, delivery guy, etc., but was often fired because his image was too scary and he received complaints. But the moment I saw him, my eyes lit up. Strong and unafraid of hardship, he was the chosen dog walker! The second one was a girl named Mia. She loved small animals but was a bit introverted and didn’t like dealing with people. Perfect! We need such talent! The third was a kind-looking Auntie Wang, who cooked excellent food. The interview coincided with lunchtime, and Auntie Wang easily made three dishes and a soup, full of color, flavor, and taste. I ate until I was in tears. Finally, no more takeout. I immediately decided to let Auntie Wang be responsible for three meals a day. Just like that, the four of us started running the pet daycare. As neighbors spread the word, more and more people sent their pets over. But with two teachers helping, my task was much easier. One day, Mia suddenly came to me. “Teacher Kiki, Pip is acting very strange today. He’s been sitting in a daze, not even playing with his favorite frisbee.” Pip is the Border Collie from the neighbor upstairs, very smart. He was always the first to understand and execute my words, and helped me manage other dogs in the class. But now he wasn’t even playing with his favorite frisbee. Something big must have happened. 3 I followed Mia to the lawn and saw Pip lying on the ground listlessly, sighing occasionally. I approached Pip and asked him in a low voice why he was unhappy. Pip said: “There’s a baby brother at home. Mom doesn’t like me anymore. I even heard Dad say he wants to give me away.” I understood. A few days ago, Pip’s mom had a baby and gave candy to the neighbors in the building. Everyone revolved around the baby, probably neglecting Pip. Pip is sensitive and prone to overthinking. But I know Pip’s mom; she wouldn’t give Pip away. I comforted him: “Then when Dad said he wanted to give Pip away, what did Mom say?” Pip began to recall: “Mom said… “Mom scolded Dad! Told him never to mention it again!” As he spoke, Pip’s eyes lit up. “Mom good, Dad bad! Mom doesn’t dislike Pip!” He stood up and hopped away to play frisbee with Mia. However, just in case, I sent a text to Pip’s mom, telling her about Pip’s situation. She replied immediately: [No wonder Pip hasn’t been eating well lately. So that’s why. Thank you, Teacher Kiki. I’ll explain it to Pip tonight. I won’t give him to anyone else.] [But Teacher, how did you know Pip’s thoughts?] I told a little white lie, saying I knew pet psychology and could analyze inner thoughts through animal body language and expressions. [Amazing! Just like the pet communicators online!] I chuckled and didn’t deny it. Somehow, the news that I could communicate with pets spread in the owner group. 4 Not long after, someone added me as a friend, wanting a pet communication session. After accepting, an old lady came to my door holding a kitten. “I heard you can communicate with animals. My Mimi has been eating very little lately and always runs outside. What on earth is attracting her out there?” I invited the old lady in and started asking Mimi. Unexpectedly, Mimi said: “Grandma isn’t feeling well and hasn’t gone out to hunt recently. I want to help her hunt and bring food back.” “Grandma always eats irregularly. Mimi knows what it feels like to be hungry. It hurts too much.” Hearing this, the old lady’s eyes moistened, and she stroked Mimi’s head. “My sons think I’m a burden and no one wants to support me. I didn’t expect… I didn’t expect that after living a whole life, the one who cares about me most is a cat.” The old lady said Mimi was a stray cat she adopted. At that time, Mimi was dying of hunger in a trash can. The old lady brought her home and saved her with mouthfuls of goat milk. “Mimi, don’t worry. Grandma is fine. Grandma just wants Mimi to be healthy.” Mimi meowed and rubbed her head gently against the old lady. “Mimi also hopes Grandma can live forever and never die. “Mimi is very strong. I can catch mice now. Mimi can support Grandma.” Hearing this, my nose tingled. But I still seriously told Mimi that the old lady couldn’t eat mice and she didn’t need to catch mice anymore. Mimi: “What about geckos?” “No.” “Grasshoppers?” “No.” “Snakes?” “Definitely not!” “Okay, then Mimi will be good and stay home.” After the old lady and Mimi left, the room suddenly became deserted and cold, so cold I sneezed. Checking my phone, it was late October. Winter was coming. 5 The weather was getting colder, and I had already put on my down jacket. One day, as soon as I stepped into the daycare, I was blocked by a dark figure. It was actually a tabby cat. He stood in front of me, not saying a word. But if I went left, he went left. If I went right, he went right, blocking my way. “Is there something wrong?” I squatted down and asked. The tabby took a deep breath. “I don’t have parents. Can I enroll? “I know enrollment requires a fee, but I don’t have money… “If that doesn’t work, I can be a security guard. My salary would just be one dried fish. “No salary is okay too… “If that’s still not okay, it doesn’t matter. I’ll just sleep, and winter will be over…” He spoke with less and less confidence, his voice getting smaller and smaller. Until finally, it was like a mosquito’s buzz. I slapped my forehead. How could I forget this? I heard Mimi say before that winter is a hurdle for stray cats. They face the problem of not finding food for days, while also needing to find a place to shelter from the wind. If they can’t find one, they are very likely to freeze to death in winter. Mimi said her sisters just slept and stayed in that winter forever. Seeing me silent, the tabby cat in front of me whispered. “Sorry to disturb you.” Then turned to leave. I hurriedly called him back: “Wait!” “You can enroll without parents!” The tabby cat’s eyes lit up: “Really?!” “Really. You can also call your friends to come to the daycare together.” The tabby cat was even happier! “I’ll go call them right now!” He disappeared in a flash. After a while, he brought three stray cats. The tabby cat stood at the front like a big brother, introducing to his little brothers: “This is the teacher. She is very nice.” Then introduced to me: “This is Little Orange, this is Little White, this is Little Black. They are all my little brothers. Don’t worry, they are very well-behaved and won’t cause trouble! “My name is Scarface. I can catch mice and bugs, and climb trees. I’m very good at fighting and can protect you. Just say whatever you need!” I was amused by his little adult appearance. “Okay, but I really have a request.” “Say it, I promise to do it!” “I want you all to survive this winter safely.” 6 The cold winter made me realize I had to do something. So I called Uncle Lee and built a small house in the backyard of the daycare. Wrapped in layers inside and out, with a heater and many soft cushions inside for the stray cats to hide from the cold. Not only that, I also bought several heated water bowls. Scarface told me this. He said there was another fatal problem in winter: water sources. It’s too cold, everything is frozen. Compared to food, stray cats need drinkable water more. Just as I was busy in the backyard, Pip arrived with several puppies. As soon as they arrived, the whole yard was full of chattering voices. “Teacher, I brought a bag of new dog food. It’s delicious!” “I brought some too! Stole it from Mom secretly. I kept it in my mouth without eating it!” “Teacher, I brought my favorite toy!” “I brought a fluffy blanket, super warm!” I was moved to tears. Uncle Lee looked at me confusedly. “Teacher, I need to poop…” Wait, did something mix in? After taking the Labrador to do his business, I accepted the things from other puppies. But I also warned them: “No more stealing things from home. Teacher has everything here!” Because at this moment, sharp screams erupted in the parent group chat. [Where did my blanket go!] [My newly bought dog food is missing too? Did a thief enter the community?] [Damn, why is my underwear on the balcony missing too!] I picked up my phone to explain to the parents. Unexpectedly, after this explanation, dozens of bags of cat food and dozens of cushions appeared in the backyard of the daycare. There were also various canned foods, cat treats, and clothes for cats. The backyard was almost overflowing. Some parents even wanted to raise funds to help neuter the stray cats. I hurriedly stopped them. [Thank you again for everyone’s kindness and help. Rest assured, the daycare lacks nothing and will definitely let the stray cats pass the winter safely.]

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My inseparable roommate just presented as an Enigma. He bit my gland, his eyes obsessed. “Milo, you smell so good.” “I want you to have my babies…” I slapped his eager “Little Caleb” that was pressed against my leg. Roaring in anger: “Look clearly! I’m an Alpha! I’m not the one getting topped!” Caleb Vance pondered for a moment. He grabbed my waist and switched our positions. Then pressed my shoulders down, hard. A white light flashed before my eyes. Caleb looked at my unfocused gaze and thrust viciously. “Yeah, you’re on top.” “I’m inside.” 1 “Caleb, grab me a towel! Door’s unlocked.” A moment later, a slender, knuckly hand reached through the crack. “Don’t do this again.” “Come on, what’s wrong with ordering a bro around?” I opened the door, raising an eyebrow at him: “I won’t let you run errands for nothing. Big benefits for you.” I puffed out my 45-inch chest, tone proud: “Big, right?” “So many little Omegas in our college are drooling but can’t touch. You’re my best bro, free squeeze for you.” Before Caleb could react, I grabbed his hand and put it on my pec. Then flexed, making it jump twice. “How is it? My gym results this year aren’t bad, right?” Caleb is half a head taller than me. Steam filled the bathroom, obscuring his expression. I could only hear his usually clear, magnetic voice turn slightly husky. “Mn, not bad.” I smiled smugly, pulling his hand further down. “Not done yet. Abs went from six to eight, thigh muscles are much stronger too. Feel it.” This Alpha trained hard for a year just to show off today. However, just as I was moving Caleb’s hand to my lower abdomen. He suddenly used force and broke free. “No time for your nonsense.” “Assignment’s not done yet.” With that, he turned sharply. Bang. Slammed the door shut. I held the towel, very confused. It’s the start of junior year, haven’t even recognized all the professors. Where did the assignment come from? A moment later, I realized. Caleb is lean, the cold scholar type. Although both Alphas. Seeing my robust muscles. He must be jealous, feeling inferior. As Caleb’s best bro, I decided to help him out. So, after lights out. I quietly climbed into Caleb’s bed. 2 “Milo?” “Who let you up here?” Caleb’s voice was shocked and hoarse. Mixed with a trace of unbearable panting. A strong scent of lime pheromones hit my face, sinking my heart. As an S-class Alpha, controlling pheromone leakage is engraved in his bones. Unless sick or in a rut. “Are you okay?” I was worried. Immediately turned on the flashlight. “Don’t turn on the light!” Too late. The phone light lit up the bed like day. Caleb leaned against the headboard. Right hand raised, blocking the glare. His phone screen quickly went dark. But sharp-eyed me still saw it was a photo of someone. I crawled over, flicked the “Little Caleb” that was greeting me proudly. Smirking: “Pheromones so strong, thought you were sick. Didn’t expect you were jerking off.” Caleb pulled the quilt to cover his lower body. “Get down!” “No! We’re bros, continue, don’t be shy.” I nudged him with my elbow, asking: “Which star’s photo were you looking at? Tell me so I can avoid a trap.” “Can’t get off for so long, this star must be bad.” Caleb’s face darkened, fair earlobes dripping blood red. Eyes closed, ashamed and annoyed: “Milo.” “You’re crossing the line.” 3 I chuckled, unbothered: “Just bros, what’s wrong with a flick?” “Two years of college, every time I ask you to pee or shower together, you refuse. This is my first time seeing it.” Recalling the scene just now. I praised sincerely: “Bigger than mine. You kid really hide it well.” “Being your Omega must be blissful…” Caleb is used to being cold. Usually when I talk dirty. He’d glare at me annoyed, telling me to shut up. But today, he inexplicably asked: “You really think so?” See. No Alpha dislikes hearing others praise their size. I nodded, touching the hot tent through the quilt. Joked: “If I were an Omega, you’d definitely give bro a good time.” Caleb’s handsome brow raised slightly. “Really?” I bluffed: “Naturally!” As soon as the words fell, lime pheromones surged. Like a storm, instantly filling every corner of the dorm. “You’re in a rut?” I turned, ready to climb down to get suppressants. Who knew Caleb suddenly moved. Grabbed my ankle and pulled back. Pressed his whole body on my back. “Milo, you smell so good…” 4 Pajamas torn open. Caleb buried in the back of my neck, sniffing lightly. I sensed nothing wrong, face proud instead: “Naturally, my pheromones are rare honey scent!” Where I couldn’t see. Caleb’s Adam’s apple moved slightly. Pitch-black eyes dyed with desire inch by inch. “Want to bite.” “What?” I didn’t hear clearly. Although Caleb isn’t as buff as me. But his 6’3″ height pressed me breathless. Not to mention he’s in a rut, burning hot. Little Caleb was hard as a rock against my lower back. So hot I moved uncomfortably. “Caleb, get up, I’ll get you suppressants.” Caleb unmoved. Thumb rubbing the back of my neck. Heavy breathing sprayed on my ear, causing my glands to heat and swell. Honey scent spilled out in wisps. Hooking with the lime in the air, intertwining. Then concentration skyrocketed. By the time I realized something was wrong. It was too late. Sharp canines pierced my nape unexpectedly. Lime pheromones forcibly poured into my body. Tears sprang from my eyes in pain, toes curled, gripping the sheets wanting to escape. Caleb pressed me down with his waist. Slender fingers interlaced with mine undeniably. Pinning me dead to the bed. Pheromones unique to Caleb roamed and crashed inside me. My glands got hotter and hotter. Eyes instantly filled with mist, limbs going soft. As if entering Omega heat. “Caleb Vance, stop!” “I’m an Alpha! Your best bro! Not an Omega to mark!” Unknown which word triggered him. Caleb suddenly moved, pulling down my pajama pants. Murmuring almost obsessively: “Milo, you smell so good…” “Want you to have my babies…” Damn. Just a rut, why so slutty? I struggled violently. But froze instantly feeling the terrifying size, scalp tingling. “Wake up! I’m an Alpha! Have a fart!” Even swept by desire turning into a beast. Caleb maintained the scholar’s habit of answering every question. Low husky voice rang in my ear. Sexy as hell. “Alphas have a reproductive cavity too.” “Deep enough, chisel open, can conceive…”

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Married to Caleb Vance, a billionaire from a top-tier New York family, for six months. Yet, he still refuses to be intimate with me. Gradually, my heart turned cold, and I thought about divorce. But by chance, I overheard a conversation between him and his bros. “Some people, clearly lusting to death, yet desperately restrain themselves because they are afraid of scaring their wives. Not naming names.” “Women can’t resist temptation. Caleb, if you keep this up, don’t cry when your wife runs away with someone else.” The subject of the mockery just sipped his whiskey calmly. “I gave her everything others can give. I just want her to come home when she’s had enough fun.” Hearing this, his bros all laughed. “Don’t act so magnanimous. If you’re so tough, don’t ask sad questions on your alt account every day.” My mind raced, and I quickly opened Caleb’s account. I saw the pinned post. [Finally married my crush, but I have a sex addiction. How can I give her a good experience without scaring her?]

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