My sister and I transmigrated into a book together. I was lustful, despising the crippled CEO for being useless in bed. My sister was greedy, despising the poor boy for having no money. So that night, we swapped. I took the poor boy, trampling his dignity beneath my feet. She became the CEO's canary, spending his money like water. When my sister couldn't take the angst anymore, she planned to fake her death and run away with a fortune. I couldn't take it either—rubbing my sore waist—and followed right behind her. Years later, while living our best lives, my sister suddenly texted me in the middle of the night: "Don't come home. Ethan found me." I pushed the male model off me and rushed to save her, only to be pulled into the embrace of a new business tycoon. Anxious, I slapped him. He smiled darkly, kissing my wrist. "Baby, you're still so weak." 1 The moment my sister's twenty million dollars hit the account, I was busy humiliating the poor boy, Seth, stepping on him literally and figuratively. "Did I say you could sleep on the bed? Filthy!" But Seth didn't look angry. Instead, he stared at my foot obsessively, his face flushed. The System screamed in my head like a marmot: [Host! Your mission is to humiliate him, not reward him! Use some force!] Oh. So that's why Seth was blushing. I put on a mean face, glared with my almond eyes, and ground my heel into his chest. Seth tensed up, his eyelashes trembling as he let out a muffled groan. Two seconds later, I got bored. "Hard as a rock. Exhausting." The System warned: [If you don't complete the mission, you'll be electrocuted.] I immediately aimed a kick at his face. That should be humiliating enough, right? But I lost my balance and fell flat on my face. I clutched my bruised shin, eyes red with tears. The System cursed: [Pathetic!] Seth immediately cradled my foot, massaging it gently. "Baby, does it feel better now?" Looking at his innocent, handsome profile, my tears stopped. Damn, I was getting hungry again. I deliberately pressed my toes against his abs, staring at the redness spreading from the corners of his eyes. "Did you shower?" Seth's voice was hoarse. "Baby, I cleaned everything." My gaze drifted down. "Really? Let me check." After six months, only I knew how terrifying his needs were. When we did it, he was like a mad dog. But the moment I cried pain, he wouldn't dare move, even if he was about to explode. Customer service 10/10. ... Three hours later, I lay limp in his arms, demanding he carry me to the shower. "Baby, I..." He begged, voice raspy. I glanced down, used to it. "I'm tired. Figure it out yourself." After the shower, he leaned in for a kiss. I slapped him. Because I never let him sleep in the bed. Use and discard. And a final insult for good measure: "Useless thing!" Seth looked crushed, like a broken puppy. Eyes red with grievance, he kissed my foot. "I'll work harder to satisfy you, Baby." "Baby, you worked hard." "Goodnight, Baby." He retreated to the sofa with his blanket, looking desolate. The System arrived with the electric shock. I was unbothered: [Just tell me, was he humiliated or not?] The System checked the data and rolled its eyes: [Fine, you win, you yellow-brained girl!] Before sleep, I got a text from my sister. "How's the plot going on your end?" Me: "Just about to cuckold him. You?" Sister: "Ethan is about to get engaged to his white moonlight. Time for me to fake a pregnancy and run." My competitive spirit ignited. "What! Why is your plot moving faster than mine?!" 2 My sister and I are twins. We transmigrated into this book after a plane crash. Originally, I was supposed to be the substitute lover for the disabled CEO, Ethan. Destined to be abused physically and emotionally, die tragically, and make him regret it for life. My sister was supposed to be the vicious fiancée of the poor boy, Seth. Treating him like a dog, cheating on him with a rich kid, cuckolding him like crazy, and finally ending up ruined by beggars. We only get to live in this world if we complete the System's tasks and finish the plot. It's the only way to break free from the System's control. But I'm lustful. I despised the crippled CEO for being old and useless. My sister is greedy. She couldn't stand being poor. So we swapped. She took my angst-filled heroine script, using the opportunity to drain Ethan's bank account. I took her vicious villainess script. While despising the male lead, I went to town on him! I died a virgin in my past life. What's wrong with enjoying myself now?! 3 To rush the plot, I started acting up the moment I opened my eyes. Seth brought a fried egg to the table. I flipped the plate. My favorite runny yolk! My heart bled, but I put on a mean face. "Disgusting! Eggs every day? Why did I even date you!" I opened a "Rich Kids of Instagram" page and shoved photos of luxury cars and watches in his face. "Look at other boyfriends! Cars, bags, mansions! You just give me eggs and make me live in a basement!" Only I knew that despite being poor, Seth never mistreated me. He bought me top-tier skincare sets. Beautiful clothes every month. He gave me the best while he wore cheap street clothes and used one bar of soap for everything. Accusing him like this was excessive. But Seth showed zero resentment. Only guilt. "Baby, I'm sorry. Give me a little more time. I promise I'll give you the life you want." My conscience pricked, but I showed him a photo of a designer bag. Under the System's threat, I barked, "Buy me this bag! Or we break up!" Seth was in the critical stage of his startup. Every penny counted. How could he afford a designer bag? But that afternoon, Seth took me to the store and bought it. Carrying the Birkin, my heart pounded. [System, this plot is wrong.] [Shouldn't I drag him to the store, force him to buy it, then humiliate him publicly by linking arms with a rich guy and dumping him?] The System exploded too: [I don't know! Wait! Where did he get the money?!] But the plot must go on. Carrying the bag Seth bought, I turned and linked arms with the rich guy waiting nearby. "Baby?" Seth grabbed my wrist, disbelief in his eyes. I shook him off, sneering. "Seth, one bag emptied your account. I don't want to live a hard life with you." "Baby, what do you mean?" Seth stared at me, eyes red, expression agonizing. I trampled his pride into the dust. "Don't you get it? I don't want you anymore. Thanks for the parting gift, though." I turned to leave. Seth suddenly rushed forward, hugging me so tight he wanted to merge me into his bones. His voice trembled. "Baby, I'll take that as a joke. Let's go home, okay? I'll buy you anything you want." Suppressing the sting in my nose, I slapped him. Under Seth's dark, terrifying gaze, I fled into the rich guy's car. "Drive! Fast!" Thinking of the original host's tragic fate, my tears fell like free rain. [Waaaah, System, will I really not die if I abuse the male lead like this?] No, I have to find my sister. She'll know what to do. 4 Meanwhile, my sister was busy "running with the ball" (fake pregnancy escape). The moment she stepped into the airport, Ethan's men dragged her back. She sat on the floor, looking pathetic, red-rimmed eyes fixed on the man in the wheelchair. "Ethan, why won't you let me go? I just want a peaceful life." Tears rolled down her cheeks. Ethan frowned impatiently, pinching her chin. His tone was icy. "You staged this whole show just for me, didn't you, Jenny? Thinking you can manipulate me with a baby?" My sister turned her face away, showing a stubborn profile, refusing to explain. Ethan warned her in a low voice, "Jenny, don't forget. I kept you around because you look like her. But you crossed the line touching her!" "For the sake of the child, I'll let it slide. Do it again, and you won't survive my anger!" My sister looked at him with panic. "In five years, have you never loved me?" A flicker of hesitation crossed Ethan's eyes, quickly replaced by disgust. "Do you deserve it?" My sister collapsed, laughing and crying, heart dead. He waved his hand. Bodyguards dragged her for a checkup. "How's the child?" His doctor friend, Dr. Xiao, looked awkward. "Ethan, Ms. Jenny isn't pregnant." "What did you say?!" Ethan almost stood up from his wheelchair. My sister's eyes widened. "Impossible!" "Ms. Jenny, I'm a doctor. I have professional ethics. The test results don't lie." Dr. Xiao avoided my sister's gaze guiltily. Ethan looked at my sister, face dark as thunder. "Jenny, you've got guts!" Ethan was crippled early on due to a family plot. Doctors said he likely couldn't have children. My sister used this to try and ruin his wedding with his white moonlight, Susan. She touched his reverse scale. 5 My sister was locked in the basement. Once everyone left, I jumped out of my hiding spot (spatial inventory). Before I could tearfully hug her, she pulled out eye drops and flooded her eyes. "This consumes too much tears. Almost fainted from crying." I was heartbroken. "Sister, I can't watch you suffer. I permit you to fake your death before me." She smirked. "Don't worry. Soon. The day Ethan gets married is the day I die." "Wonder if he'll like my wedding gift." A few days later, she was released. Susan begged Ethan for her. Duh. If my sister stayed locked up, how could she cause drama? When Ethan came to the basement, we were cracking sunflower seeds, discussing which city to retire in. Hearing the wheelchair, I grabbed a handful of shells and vanished into my space. Ethan looked at her gloomily. "Apologize to Susan." My sister laughed dryly, like a soulless puppet. "Okay." Ethan felt a sudden irritation. He grabbed her chin. "You pushed her into the water, gave her a high fever. An apology is letting you off easy." He looked at her flat stomach, a storm brewing in his eyes. "Why lie about the pregnancy, Jenny?" My sister stroked her belly gently, smiling. "Does it matter now?" Ethan couldn't stand looking at her. He turned his wheelchair. "After this, don't let me see you again." My sister laughed softly. "As you wish, Ethan."
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