During Freshman Orientation, my roommate's shirt was always soaked, radiating a faint, sweet scent of peaches. Watching the boys on campus go feral over it—including Liam, the rich frat president—she was incredibly smug. I recognized it instantly. It wasn't some magical pheromone. It was pus from a rare form of skin cancer. I warned her to get treated. She called me jealous but secretly went to the doctor. The diagnosis was cancer. She had to get a double mastectomy to survive. Without her "peach scent," Liam, who had been obsessed with her, dropped her cold. Her other simps vanished into thin air. Unable to handle the fall from grace, she blamed it all on me. "If you hadn't been a busybody and made your mom cut my breasts off, Liam wouldn't have dumped me!" She grinned maniacally as she shoved me into a drainage ditch and watched me drown. Even my mother, the surgeon who performed the operation, was doxxed, fired, and died of depression. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day the peach scent first appeared. ... 1 "What is that smell? It smells amazing!" My roommate, Vicky, walked into the dorm carrying a bag of snacks. She sniffed the air, eyes lighting up. "Is that peach perfume? Or some new drink?" Then she spotted the open bottle of 'yogurt' on Lexi's desk. "Smells good! I'm gonna try it!" Before Lexi could stop her, Vicky grabbed the bottle and took a massive swig. The next second, her expression froze. She doubled over and started heaving dryly. "What the hell is this?! It tastes rancid!" Lexi rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "Some people wish they could drink it, but they can't." Vicky's face went pale. "Lexi, did you do that on purpose just to gross me out?!" "If I get food poisoning, I'm taking you down with me!" She rushed to the bathroom to make herself throw up. Watching this familiar scene, I confirmed it. I was really reborn. The suffocating feeling of drowning from my past life felt terrifyingly real. “Sarah! This is all your fault! If you hadn't opened your big mouth and made your mom operate on me, I’d still be with Liam! You ruined my life, you deserve to die!” The person who killed me wasn't a stranger. It was my roommate, Lexi. In my past life, I realized that the fluid leaking from her chest—the stuff all the boys were crazy about—wasn't a "gifted body fragrance." It was a secretion from a rare malignant skin tumor. I advised her to get treated and asked my mom, a top surgeon, to look after her. She cursed me for being jealous but got the surgery. When the truth came out in my past life, Vicky didn't defend me. She joined the internet trolls and kicked me while I was down. Thinking of this, I let out a cold laugh and spoke up. "Vicky, what's with the attitude? Lexi didn't do it on purpose." "Besides, who told you to be so greedy and drink it without asking?" 2 Vicky froze, looking at me in disbelief. "She left that disgusting stuff on the desk and I drank it! And you're defending her?!" "Sarah, is your brain broken?" I smiled. "Vicky, don't say that. Lexi said it wasn't intentional. Besides," I paused, my gaze sweeping over Lexi’s chest. "That peach scent... people would kill to smell like that naturally. It's better than smelling like sweat, right?" Seeing me take her side, Lexi's eyes lit up. "Exactly! I didn't mean to! Sarah is right, it smells good!" "I think you're just jealous of me!" She shot Vicky a nasty look. Vicky was furious. She pointed at us, stammering, "You... You guys..." but couldn't find the words. Finally, she stomped her foot and slammed the door, storming out to clean the vomit off herself. With Vicky gone, Lexi tossed her head triumphantly and dug something out from the bottom of her closet. My pupils shrank. It was that pale pink bralette. Lace detailing, a bit sexy. I bought it online freshman year because it was cheap. But the underwire was brutal, and the straps dug into my skin, so I threw it in the bottom of my closet and never touched it again. Now, it was in Lexi’s hands. And there was a distinct pink stain on it. In my past life, when I saw this, I vomited from disgust and got into a huge fight with her about stealing my things. That argument became one of the reasons she wanted to kill me. This time, she held up the bra, looking shy. "Sarah, I was thinking of wearing this and taking some selfies to post in the freshman group chat. What do you think?" I immediately plastered a sincere smile on my face and exaggerated my praise. "That bra fits you perfectly! The color, the design... it's like it was made for your aura! Sexy but innocent!" "It really highlights your... assets! If Liam sees this, his eyes are gonna pop out of his head!" I knew she wanted to use this to bait more attention. In the past life, she blamed me for ruining her luck with men. This time, I was going to help her get exactly what she wanted. Lexi's face flushed red with excitement. "Really, Sarah? You think it looks good?" "Absolutely!" I nodded firmly. Just then, Jessica, the roommate who usually stayed neutral, spoke up. "Sarah, that looks like your bra. Didn't you say it was uncomfortable and packed it away?" "Did Lexi steal it from you?" Lexi’s smile vanished instantly. I quickly jumped in to cover for her, looking earnest. "Oh! That one! It looks similar, but mine was trash quality. I threw it out ages ago." "The one Lexi has looks way more high-end! Besides, if Lexi likes it, what's the problem with giving it to her? Good things belong to those who fit them best!" The wariness in Lexi's eyes turned to delight. She lifted her chin at Jessica. "See? Jessica, what's your problem? Sarah said she gave it to me!" "Besides, Sarah is too flat to fill this cup size anyway." "If you talk trash again, watch your back!" Lexi rushed into the bathroom to try it on, desperate to prove it to Jessica. Once the door clicked shut, I started packing my suitcase. I needed to move out immediately. The peach-milk scent in the room was cloying and nauseating. If I stayed any longer, I’d be implicated when things went south. But just as I was halfway through packing, Lexi caught me. 3 "Sarah? What are you doing? Are you moving out?" Lexi yanked the bathroom door open, sticking her head out. She was wearing the cheap bra. The scratchy lace was straining against her breasts, which were swollen significantly larger than usual. The thin straps dug deep into her flesh. Under the collarbone, the pink staining on her skin looked more pronounced under the bathroom lights—like mold spreading on fruit. There was a flicker of nervousness in her eyes; she was afraid of losing her new ally. I paused, thinking fast. I put on a look of embarrassment. "Actually... I have a rare skin condition. It's not serious, but with so many people in the dorm, I don't want to risk infecting anyone..." Lexi instinctively took a step back, her nervousness turning to caution. "Skin condition?" "Yeah," I sighed, looking helpless. "But if you guys don't mind, I can stay..." Lexi cut me off immediately. Her face feigned concern, but her tone screamed get out. "Oh, no, you should definitely move out! Treat it first, then come back! Health is important! We'll wait for you!" I sneered internally. The person with the real disease was wearing stolen underwear and dreaming of bagging a billionaire. As I grabbed my bag to leave, I pretended to gossip. "By the way, I heard a rumor that Liam is planning something huge tonight." Lexi's eyes lit up. "What is it? Tell me!" Jessica perked up too. I leaned in, acting mysterious. "I heard from the guys' dorm that Liam bought 9,000 roses! He's going to publicly confess to a girl!" "I'm guessing the goddess is right here in our room. I mean, to deserve that kind of effort, the girl must have something... special about her, right?" I pointedly glanced at Lexi's swollen chest. Lexi's face turned beet red. She covered her mouth, voice trembling with excitement. "Really?! 9,000 roses?! Oh my god! It has to be for me!" "Sarah, you're my lucky charm! I need to get ready! I'm going to be the main character tonight!" She dove back into her closet, frantically searching for a better outfit. "Which one... this is too plain... this doesn't show enough cleavage... Ah! This sheer top! With the bra Sarah gave me, Liam will..." Watching her manic excitement, Jessica looked at her with undisguised disgust, typing furiously on her phone. A second later, my phone buzzed. Jessica: Are you serious? Liam is confessing to HER? With roses? Is he blind? She leaks weird fluids and smells funky. I looked down and replied. Me: Who knows? A rich boy with weird fetishes and a girl with 'peach milk'? Match made in heaven. Just watch the show. I was genuinely curious. Without me interfering this time, would her dream of marrying rich actually come true? 4 By evening, the campus square was packed. Liam, dressed in a tailored white suit, held a massive bouquet of red roses, walking toward Lexi, who was standing in a sea of petals. Lexi had taken my advice. She was wearing a black sheer lace camisole. Underneath, my cheap, structured bra was clearly visible. Her face had a sickly, feverish flush. She walked a bit strangely, occasionally using her arm to support her chest, as if she were in pain. The crowd was cheering. "9,000 roses! That's so romantic!" "Lexi looks so hot today! Liam is so handsome!" Hearing the praise, Lexi looked smug. The pain seemed to fade. She lifted her chin, waiting for Liam to approach, ready for her Cinderella moment. But as Liam got closer, the look of obsession on his face froze. He smelled it. The scent coming off Lexi wasn't the sweet peach aroma from before. It was a mix of metallic blood and rotting meat. It wasn't surprising. Lexi’s condition was terminal. Combined with the summer heat, the early-stage sweet smell of bacteria had turned into the stench of necrosis. She was rotting from the inside out. Liam’s face twitched. He took a half-step back, covering his nose. His voice held a trace of disgust. "What is that smell?" Lexi's smile stiffened. She instinctively covered her chest, where the pink stain was darkening and spreading. "I... Liam, listen to me..." Before she could finish, something on her chest snapped. RIIIP. The cheap, overloaded lace bra finally gave up the ghost. Freed from constraint, two swollen masses covered in dark red patches and visible veins flopped out for the world to see. The crowd's envy turned to shock, then to a horror that defies description. Then, under everyone's gaze, the translucent, tight pustules in the center of the dark red patches... exploded. A geyser of pink-white fluid, mixed with chunks of pus and blood, sprayed out with a nauseating stench. And standing right in the splash zone was Liam. He was coated, head to toe, in the hot, rotting discharge. A few drops even flew into his mouth, which was hanging open in shock. Liam froze, turning into a statue.
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