Ethan watched as I transmigrated into this world, knowing my System-mandated mission was to capture his heart at any cost. The cold, arrogant man held a cigarette between his fingers, looking at me with a mix of amusement and disdain. "Since you're here, you're my dog now." "As your master, I command you to donate your kidney to my sister." Sister? Really? The System clearly labeled her as his unattainable "white moonlight"—his true love. An adopted sister with no blood relation? Whatever. Details. I’m an independent woman. Faced with unreasonable provocations from trash men? I handle it. Two slaps for the girl, eighteen dragon-subduing palms for the guy. And the System? Drag it out and beat it up too. Might as well, while I’m at it. 1 "I'm not donating my kidney." I cut Ethan off, turning to leave, only to be hit by a System warning. [Host, I brought you to this world to conquer Ethan! You must gain his affection points bit by bit and win his love!] A point of light flickered persistently before my eyes. I frowned. "Is a man's love some kind of holy grail? I'm supposed to give my all, not for money or power, but for a man's fickle affection?" Am I sick? [But look, Ethan is really handsome, isn't he?] I turned to look at Ethan. His gaze held a confident contempt. "I'm not the first transmigrator, am I?" His reaction was too calm. It was suspicious. Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Smart." "What happened to the others?" Are they dead? Ethan didn't answer. He took a drag from his cigarette, a playful smile on his lips. I walked up, snatched the cigarette, and pinched it out with my fingers. Ethan paused, then slowly exhaled smoke into my face. "Interesting." "They're all dead, right?" Only completing the mission allows a return to the original world. Since no one has won Ethan's love, the mission remains incomplete. Yet, the previous transmigrators are gone. So... [Host—as long as you—] "Shut up!" I yelled at the System in my mind, staring at Ethan. The man seemed lost in pleasant memories, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "Some fell madly in love with me instantly, only to jump off a building when rejected. Some reluctantly became my mistresses and died of depression. Some served me with talent, only to die miserably after being wrung dry. Some did my dirty work and were silenced. Some resisted desperately but eventually submitted, dying last week after endless torture." He looked at me mockingly. "Let's make a bet. How long until you kneel and beg for a scrap of my affection?" He leaned in, eyes wild with excitement. "With your attitude... a day?" "Why? Do you not expect to live past tomorrow? In a rush?" I retorted. The System in my head screeched. After half an hour of fruitless persuasion, it finally turned nasty. [If you don't repent and seriously pursue Ethan's affection, I will have to use coercive measures.] What measures? I looked up at the glowing dot and suddenly felt a bone-deep pain. Electric shock. [Host, this is just the lowest level. If you persist...] It didn't finish. I rushed into the bathroom, locked the door, grabbed the glowing dot, and pulled it close. Without a word, I punched it. A scream echoed in my mind. I smiled triumphantly. "So you..." Before I could say "feel pain too," another wave of agony hit me, stronger than before. I punched the light five times without hesitation. During this, it shocked me four more times. Each time, my face twisted in pain. But no matter how much it hurt, I clenched my fist, stayed silent, and pounded the light. "You better kill me now. As long as I have a breath, I'll beat you to death." Three more punches. "Let's see who dies first." 2 My reputation as the "Queen of University of Science and Technology" wasn't for nothing. You might have hacks, System, but I, Chu Piao, am no pushover. "Piao"—light, brave, swift, intelligent. I earned the "brave" part. After fainting three times and a four-hour standoff, the dog System finally surrendered. [I was wrong. I shouldn't have brought you here. I'll send you back now.] "You dare?" I held the dim, defeated System, questioning coldly. "Send me back? Then grab more innocent girls to be Ethan's blood bags? So he can torture them and enjoy their pleas and deaths?" I paused. "Do you know how many cuts make a 'death by a thousand cuts'?" [3,357 cuts.] The System answered reflexively. "Correct. Not one less." I pulled a fruit knife from my pocket and waved it, pretending to stab. The System shuddered, begging weakly. [I won't send you back. I won't. Really, Grandma.] "Fine." I moved the knife away slightly. "Call me Big Sis." [Yes, Ho... Big Sis.] "Don't reveal a word of this to Ethan." [Rest assured, Big Sis. Systems only interface with the host. Aside from the initial handover, no one else can see or hear us.] Good. "Now, give me all the data on Ethan and his sister. Remember, I want everything." 3 "I agree to donate my kidney to your sister." Hands in pockets, clutching the System tightly, I stood before Ethan, feigning defeat. He smiled arrogantly, as if everything was under control. He put down his wine glass and glanced at his watch. "Five hours. You lasted the longest so far." He clapped slowly three times, mocking me. "Kneel, woman. You're qualified to be my dog now." "But you're not qualified." I looked at him coldly. "I agreed to donate a kidney, not to lower my dignity or pawn my soul. Drop the high-and-mighty act, Ethan. You're disgusting." My undisguised disgust surprised him again. He swirled his wine, silent for a moment, then smiled knowingly. "Changed tactics, huh?" He stood up, his height imposing, and walked towards me until he broke my personal space. "Playing hard to get? Trying to get my attention?" He tapped my nose lightly, smiling. "I admit, your little trick worked a bit." [Big Sis, his affection points rose! From negative to 10%! Good sign!] The System chimed in abruptly, marveling at its luck. "Noisy." I pushed Ethan away, wiped my nose thoroughly with a wet wipe, and turned to leave. "Don't contact me until the surgery is scheduled." I needed time to plan. But Ethan didn't listen. Knowing I had just transmigrated into his wife's body and had nowhere to go but his villa, he insisted on coming back. Even though he hadn't been back in nearly two years. Gross. Seeing him at home felt like swallowing a fly. And the fly kept buzzing around me. "Madam, Sir is cooking for you personally today!" The housekeeper ran upstairs excitedly. I sat up in bed. Is he poisoning the food? "Sir, Madam really loves you! Look, she won't say it, but she's peeking at you with binoculars!" The housekeeper looked like a fan shipping a couple. Me: ... Eating everything leads to trouble. [Big Sis, Ethan's affection +5. He's secretly pleased.] The System spoke up again. Did I ask you? I shot a mental glare, and the System shut up. 4 I deliberately went downstairs half an hour late. At first, Ethan laughed at my "pride," but five minutes later, he was extremely impatient. [Big Sis, affection -10.] [Big Sis, affection zero.] [Big Sis, affection negative.] [Big Sis, he's gonna flip the table!] With every update, I checked the time, noting Ethan's patience limit. Only half an hour. Tsk, shockingly short. I went down just before the table flip, sitting in the furthest chair. He was livid, silent, just eating. So I ate silently too. Bang! He kicked the table. The solid wood shook. I didn't look up, just ate faster. Crash! Ethan smashed a bowl. I was annoyed. Who was this tantrum for? An elementary schooler denied candy? Not watching. Splash! He threw an abalone into my soup. Juice splattered onto my face. I put down my chopsticks and stood up to leave. "Hey, you—" Ethan stood up angrily to call my name, but realized he didn't know it. He ran over to block the stairs. "What... what is your name?" Arms crossed, impatient. Like a god deigning to ask a mortal. "Crushing on me?" I asked back. "No, you..." "My contact info." I handed him a handwritten card. In huge letters: PROFESSIONAL PIG CASTRATOR. "Are you sick?!" He tore the card up furiously. Just as he was about to explode, he seemed to remember something, forced down his anger, dragged me back to the table, and served me a bowl of soup. "Drink. I made it for you." Something's wrong. Very wrong. I glanced at the soup. "Too oily. Don't like it." "Be good. It's good for you. Good for the kidneys. Drink it all, every drop." So that's it. Why the sudden cooking? For my kidney. To him, I'm just an organ container. I picked up the bowl, stood on the chair, and dumped the soup over his head. "If you love it so much, drink up. Drink up, give your kidney to your sister, and watch her satisfy her desires under you, then moan under someone else." I tried to flip the table. Too heavy. Crash! I pulled the tablecloth off. Dishes shattered everywhere. "Go wear your green hat!" I finished cursing, ready to grab some cash and leave. But I heard Ethan laugh coldly. "You. Very good." He looked at me coldly. With his affection points now deep in the negatives, he returned to that confident, mocking expression. "Within three days, you'll come crying for forgiveness. No, tonight." I grabbed my bag and left. As I slammed the door, I saw him mouth: "I'll be waiting."
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