“How many times do I have to say it? Get off me!”
The man’s voice was low and restrained, yet filled with fury. Every word was ice-cold.
Sheng He felt groggy.
She had only just begun to regain consciousness when she heard the unfamiliar male voice.
Was he talking to her?
Who was this man with such nerve?
Curiosity piqued, she shook her head and slowly opened her eyes.
The moment she did, she found herself sitting astride the waist of a strikingly handsome man with thick brows and sharp, expressive eyes.
His brows were tightly furrowed, his thin lips pressed into a hard line. He stared at her with naked disgust, as though she were something filthy.
Sheng He couldn’t help herself.
Seeing a handsome man triggered an old habit of hers. Grinning, she gave a playful whistle.
The man’s expression immediately darkened.
The vein at his temple throbbed as he roared,
“Get. Off. Me!”
His shout snapped Sheng He fully awake.
As her mind cleared, she realized this wasn’t anywhere she recognized.
Nor had she ever seen the man beneath her before.
That, however, did nothing to stop her irritation.
As a succubus, she’d always been irresistible to men.
What man had ever dared speak to her like that?
Unacceptable.
Without another thought, Sheng He slapped him across the face.
He Xiao froze.
He had never expected Sheng He to actually hit him.
His cheek burned with pain.
She hadn’t held back.
She had genuinely intended to slap him.
The realization filled He Xiao with murderous rage. His dark eyes locked onto her, undisguised killing intent flashing within them.
If he had been able to move, Sheng He was certain she’d already be dead.
Unfortunately for him, no matter how furious He Xiao was, all he could do now was seethe helplessly.
Because he had drunk the water Sheng He had drugged.
His entire body was weak and limp, and he had been tied to the bed.
Or rather…
It was more accurate to say that the original owner of this body had tied him up.
That’s right.
Sheng He had transmigrated into a novel.
The instant after she’d slapped him, a torrent of memories flooded into her mind.
In moments, she had inherited all the memories belonging to the previous owner of this body.
She knew she had transmigrated into a novel because she’d read this exact book only two days ago.
It was still fresh in her memory.
She had secretly read it under her blanket late at night, her heart racing and cheeks flushed from excitement.
But actually ending up inside it…
That was an entirely different story.
This was an apocalypse erotica.
The heroine was the beloved darling of everyone around her. Practically every named male character in the story fell for her. Even those who initially ignored her eventually became hopelessly devoted, addicted to her.
The novel mainly followed the heroine living a shamelessly blissful life in the apocalypse, doted on by all her men and spoiled beyond imagination.
Reading it had been thrilling.
If she’d transmigrated as the heroine, she wouldn’t have minded.
The problem was…
She had become cannon fodder.
Not just any cannon fodder, either.
She was the disposable side character who lusted after the male lead.
As everyone knew, cannon fodder who coveted the male lead usually died the fastest.
And right now…
She was already speeding down the road to her own death.
Sheng He didn’t remember every detail of the novel.
After all, she’d skimmed through plenty of chapters.
Some scenes she remembered vividly, while others were little more than a blur.
If He Xiao hadn’t been the male lead with so much screen time, she probably wouldn’t even have realized she’d entered a novel and would’ve assumed she’d simply traveled to another world.
Thanks to the original owner’s memories, however, many things became clearer.
The original owner was also named Sheng He.
She had only picked up the novel in the first place because she’d accidentally discovered that this cannon-fodder character shared her name.
Who knew she’d become completely hooked after reading it?
The heroine’s style actually reminded her a little of succubi.
Bold.
Exciting.
Utterly satisfying to watch.
The original Sheng He was a wealthy young heiress who had never lacked for money.
He Xiao was the bodyguard her father had hired to protect her.
Tall.
Broad-shouldered.
Straight-backed.
With rugged, masculine features and an overwhelming air of manliness.
Exactly the type an inexperienced rich girl like the original owner would fall for.
Unfortunately, while she admired him, he had no feelings whatsoever for the spoiled and willful young miss.
Other than fulfilling his duty to protect her according to his contract, he barely spoke to her.
The original owner had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
An only child.
Accustomed to getting everything she wanted.
How could she possibly accept repeated rejection from a mere bodyguard?
Driven mad by frustration, she somehow got hold of a packet of drugs.
She mixed it into his water.
Then ordered him to drink it.
Although reluctant, He Xiao never imagined such a foolish rich girl would resort to something like this.
He drank it without suspicion.
And that led directly to the current situation.
His entire body had gone weak.
No matter how much he hated Sheng He, all he could do was glare at her in hopes of intimidating her into letting him go.
The original owner might have given in under that icy stare.
But Sheng He was different.
She was a beautiful succubus who made her living by seducing men.
And handsome men happened to be her favorite.
Now that one was already lying on her bed…
Did he really think she’d let him go?
Not a chance.
The original owner had ultimately lost her nerve and released him.
In return, He Xiao held a grudge.
So when the apocalypse arrived two days later, he abandoned her without a second thought, leaving her to fend for herself.
Unarmed and defenseless, she became one of the very first cannon-fodder deaths in the novel.
Since the ending was the same either way…
She might as well enjoy herself first.
After all, wasn’t the original owner’s failure the very reason the male lead remained untouched for the heroine?
Well…
She refused to let that happen.
Sheng He quickly sorted through the memories in her mind.
A mischievous smile curled across her lips.
Looking down at He Xiao from above, she saw his brows knit tightly together.
An ominous premonition rose in his heart.
Sure enough…
The very next second, Sheng He reached out and began stripping off his clothes.
“If you’ve got so much energy to fight me now, you’d be better off saving it for later.”
With one swift tug, she ripped off his shirt and casually tossed it onto the floor.
Her eyes swept over the beautifully defined muscles of his abdomen.
Satisfied, she reached out and gave them an appreciative pat.
“Not bad…”
He Xiao’s physique had been forged through real combat—not built in a gym for appearances. Every line of muscle radiated explosive strength.
“Looks impressive.”
She smiled.
“Let’s hope it’s not just for show.”
Without pausing, Sheng He continued what she was doing, completely ignoring the increasingly ugly look on the man’s face.
He Xiao felt the veins at his temples pounding violently.
The current Sheng He…
Was dangerous.
Yet as she looked down at him from above…
A strange sensation unexpectedly welled up inside him.
Like a sudden electric current running through his body.
Every place her fingers brushed trembled uncontrollably.
Shamefully…
It even felt…
Pleasant.
He Xiao thought he had gone insane.
It had to be the drug taking effect.
His body grew hotter and hotter.
His mind became increasingly hazy.
His temperature climbed until he felt like he was burning alive.
Powerless to move his arms or legs, he could only glare viciously at Sheng He, ready to curse her out.
But as though she had anticipated exactly what he intended to do, Sheng He casually stuffed something into his mouth, effectively silencing him.
Now…
He was nothing more than a lamb waiting for slaughter.
He Xiao squeezed his eyes shut.
As more and more of his clothing disappeared, he should have felt cold.
Instead…
The cool air against his skin felt unexpectedly refreshing.