I transmigrated into a dark, explicit novel, becoming the girl who sells protection. The original female lead had a tragic fate: one woman, many men, forced into eight abortions. And I was here to save her. I always appeared at just the right moment, offering little packages of life-blockers. “Sir, a box of condoms?” “Sir, how about a box? Passion with you, safety with them. Buy a box, benefit us all.” Until one day, I was cornered by the eight men from the novel in a luxurious mansion, forced to become part of their *play*. “Join us, Juniper.” “Julian, please… no… this isn’t right… I’m begging you, don’t do this.” After being forced into some outdoor intimacy with a man, Lily, the female lead, was crouched by the river, crying helplessly. I slowly approached, pulling out a morning-after pill. “You should call 911.” Lily stopped crying, her eyes red-rimmed as she looked at me, then slapped the morning-after pill right into the river. “I’m not clean anymore. Are you looking down on me too?” Me: “?” My heart ached beyond words. That was all the money I had, gone! But to get back home, I had to endure! I offered a polite smile. “You misunderstood. That’s not what I meant.” “What I meant was, if you were forced, you can call 911. The police will help you punish the bad guys.” Lily cried even harder. “I knew it, you all look down on me! I was forced, I was forced!” Me: “???” Was Lily out of her mind, or just born clueless? I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. The call connected. “Hello, this is 911. How can I help you?” Lily froze, then burst into uncontrollable sobs, slapping my phone right into the river with a loud *smack*. “I have no beef with you, I don’t even know you. Why are you humiliating me like this?” Me: “…” My phone, oh my god, my phone! I swear I wanted to crack her skull open and see what kind of garbage was rattling around in there!
Sighing dramatically heavenward, I swore I’d never stay up late reading smut again. Yes! I had transmigrated into a book. And it was one of those one-woman-many-men, female-torture smut fics. The female lead was forced to have eight abortions, each from a different man. But damn it all, in the end, everyone actually got a “happily ever after” with her. By the time I finished reading, I felt worse than if I’d eaten actual crap. I cursed the author, “Don’t readers’ feelings matter?!” Right after cursing, I transmigrated, becoming a nameless, insignificant extra. I had to make the female lead independent, to help her break free from the cycle of forced abortions through her own efforts, so I could escape this damn book. So when I saw Lily being forced into intimacy with a man in the woods, I quickly emptied my pockets and bought a morning-after pill. I was here to save her, but so far, I wasn’t saving a damn thing. I was boiling with helpless rage, screaming and thrashing on the ground in front of her. “Argh, you’re a piece of trash! Eight abortions? Hell, a hundred wouldn’t be enough for you to learn your lesson!” Lily’s face went ashen. Trembling, she pulled out her own phone and dialed 911 again. “Waaah~ Officer, this person is insulting me!” Me: “…”
Lily sat outside the interrogation room, red-eyed and sniffling, recounting my “crimes.” “She taunted me, looked down on me, and then crawled on all fours in front of me to humiliate me!” Does that sound like something a sane person would say? But the police believed her. “Why did you taunt her?” I shrugged. “I didn’t.” The officer scribbled two lines in his notebook, then asked, “Why were you crawling on all fours to humiliate her?” I was losing it. “I wasn’t! I really wasn’t! She slapped my phone into the river, and I was crawling to find it! Can you guys please listen? What human has four legs?!” The officer just looked down and scribbled some more in his notebook. In the end, they decided to detain me for three days as a warning. Then they offered Lily a whole lot of comfort. I was utterly stunned. This explicit novel’s world truly was messed up beyond belief. I was lonely, desperate, and cold. I missed my mom.
No money, no ID, no phone. The immediate priority wasn’t how to get back, but how to survive. I was afraid I’d starve to death in this book before I could succeed. Was I really going to have to beg? Begging was not an option. I looked at a public health information board about safe sex practices and free condoms, and a brilliant idea struck me. I grabbed two plastic bags from a trash can. I cut eyeholes in a black one and pulled it over my head, keeping a clear one in my hand. Then I promptly cleared out all the free condoms from the display. And so, from that day on, I became the girl who sells protection. For some reason, I always seemed to appear at the precise moment Lily was being forced into intimacy with a man. And wasn’t that a golden business opportunity? I could make money, and indirectly save the world. I couldn’t change that trash fire of a female lead, so I decided to target the men instead. As long as I could survive until the happy ending, and Lily didn’t get pregnant, there would be no abortions, and I could finally escape this book.
It was a pitch-black, rainy night, and I stood at the entrance of a bar, armed with my little bag of protection. Rain lashed wildly against my face. Damn it! I couldn’t stand this life another day. Just as I was cursing the heavens, cursing the earth, and cursing Lily, I heard her sweet, delicate voice again. “N-no~ Julian, please, not here… what if someone sees us?” The man’s shirt was unbuttoned two buttons down. He carried Lily, whose cheeks were flushed and whose tiny triangle of fabric had slipped to her ankles, towards his car. “Lily~ your body tells a different story~” Lily’s tears streamed down her face as she balled her fists and pounded the man’s chest. Damn it! Was Lily even trying? Those weren’t resistance punches; those were ‘turn-him-on’ punches! I silently rolled my eyes. The moment the man tossed Lily into the car and was about to close the door, I quickly extended my hand. “Sir, a box of condoms?” “Sir, how about some protection? Passion with you, safety with them, happiness for all involved.” My gaze was intense as I stared at the man before me. He hadn’t expected to be interrupted by me, and his eyes glared menacingly, finally landing on the condoms in my hand. He snatched them and slammed the car door shut. What the hell! He didn’t pay! The world’s gone to hell, there’s no justice. But I couldn’t risk it; I couldn’t afford to cross any of these powerful men. Julian Blackwood, the most powerful man in the book, with billions in assets, yet completely obsessed with Lily’s innocent facade.
I had to admit, the men in this explicit novel were incredibly potent. Just one box of protection, seven pieces, seven hours of action, no breaks. I listened to the whole thing, every word true. I was huddled by the car door, almost falling asleep, when finally, the car door opened. I heard Lily’s hoarse, tearful voice again. “Julian, how could you do this to me? I’ll never forgive you.” I lifted one eyelid and saw Julian Blackwood gripping Lily’s chin, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m going to lock you up. Your body will forever belong to me.” I stood up. Lily looked up and saw me, reaching out a tearful hand. “Miss, please, help me, save me.” That’s when the male lead finally noticed I was still there. He turned to me and slowly spat out one word. “Get out!” I lifted my eyelid a bit higher, pointing to the used condom on the car floor mat. My expression was impassive. “Sir, small business here, no credit.” Julian Blackwood and Lily both fell silent for a moment. Lily stared at me in disbelief. “Miss, how can you be so heartless? Why won’t you help me?” Me: “…” Julian Blackwood stared at my face, then let out a scoff. “Gary! Pay her.” A man then got out of the driver’s seat. I gasped! I was shocked! Last night, with the moon obscured and the wind howling, I hadn’t even noticed the driver was there. The driver was there! Were they seriously that open? Did the world of explicit novels have no shame at all? I swear I couldn’t stand this life another day. But as the driver tossed a thick wad of cash at me, I decided I could tolerate it a little longer.
Lily was taken away by Julian Blackwood, and I, clutching ten thousand dollars, grinned like an idiot. I think I’d found a shortcut to getting rich. I spent the money on food, drinks, and shopping, but no matter what, I always carried a bag containing my secret weapon for wealth. After a few days, I mysteriously found myself in a large mansion. Lily was currently pinned on the grass by a blond, blue-eyed man, his hand already reaching a certain spot. Lily pleaded softly on the grass. “Klara, don’t do this, there’s only friendship between us.” This man was Klara Petrov, who had chased Lily from abroad all the way to Julian Blackwood’s grand estate. I wondered if it would be weird to pitch my product right now? But they were about to get to the final step, so I couldn’t just stand by. I darted forward, slid to my knees, and presented the condom to Klara. “Ultra-thin, ultimate pleasure. You deserve the best.” People who read smut fics always have surprisingly good memories. I knew each man’s preferences. The man looked at me in surprise but still took it. This man was more polite; he just scanned five thousand dollars to me with his phone. I pouted, a little annoyed. Julian Blackwood was more generous; he’d shelled out a whole ten grand! But my professional ethics were top-notch. I smiled, bowed, and bid him farewell. “Enjoy yourselves, have a wonderful time.”
The men in this explicit novel were all machines, relentlessly plowing day and night. Lily was even more incredible, a field that could be plowed endlessly without ever wearing out. Every day I was dragged around with Lily from place to place, time to time, feeling like the money I earned was endless, but I never had time to spend it. Since my clients were all so generous, I even upgraded my services. I’d occasionally offer expert tips and emotional support while they were getting intimate with Lily. I was a small-time millionaire now, having opened many automated adult novelty kiosks in the places Lily and the men frequented. Even near their homes. Of course, they never actually went in to get anything themselves; it was mainly so I could restock easily. But I felt like I was almost done with my mission. Tonight, in Julian Blackwood’s estate, was the climax for all the men and Lily, the supposed ending point of this explicit novel. And thanks to my diligent, tireless, indirect efforts, Lily hadn’t had a single “accident.” I just needed to get through tonight safely, and then I could go home. Honestly, becoming a millionaire in this book, I was almost a little reluctant to leave. But I still missed my mom more. Goodbye, Lily. Tonight, I set sail for home.
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