Chapter 1

My sister, Tiffany Rivers, and I transmigrated into a novel together.

I was shamelessly flirtatious and looked down on Alexander Grant, the CEO with a lame leg, thinking he couldn't satisfy my physical desires. Tiffany was all about money and couldn't stand Ethan Cole because he was poor.

That night, I took her place and walked all over Ethan, mocking and humiliating him relentlessly.

Meanwhile, she became Alexander's pampered mistress, splurging and chasing cash.

Later, Tiffany couldn't take the torment anymore, so she was going to fake her death and disappear with all that money.

I couldn't take it either. I rubbed my sore back and chased after her.

A few years later, we were living it up, when Tiffany suddenly texted me in the middle of the night: [Don't come home tonight. Alexander is coming for you.]

I shoved the escort aside, ready to rescue her, but a new money tycoon pulled me right into his arms.

Panicked, I slapped him hard.

It turned out to be Ethan. He flashed a dangerous smile and pressed a kiss to my wrist. He murmured, "Still so delicate, baby."

*****

The moment Tiffany's seven million dollars landed in my account, I had Ethan under my heel, humiliating him mercilessly.

I scoffed. "Who said you could touch my bed? You're filthy."

But he didn't get angry like I thought he would. He just stared at my feet, totally obsessed, his face flushed bright red.

The system screeched in my head, "Host, your mission is to humiliate him, not reward him. Give it to him. Don't hold back!"

So that was why he was blushing.

I shot him a fierce look, planted my foot on his chest, and ground it in hard—twice for good measure.

Ethan went rigid, his lashes quivering as he stifled a couple of low groans.

After just a moment, I lost patience. "Geez, he's like a rock. I'm worn out."

The system warned, "Host, finish the mission, or you'll get shocked."

I immediately lifted my foot and pressed it right onto his face.

That should do it.

But I lost my balance and crashed to the floor in the most embarrassing way.

I hugged my banged-up shin, my eyes stinging with tears.

The system snapped, "Tsk! Useless."

Ethan immediately scooped up my foot, rubbing softly, as if it were made of glass.

He looked up at me and murmured, "Baby, does it feel any better now?"

I caught a glimpse of his boyish good looks, and just like that, my tears dried up.

Ugh, not this again. Now I'm getting that itch for him all over.

I arched my foot and pressed it against his abs on purpose, watching his eyes get a little red as I teased, "Did you shower yet?"

His voice came out husky. "Baby, I'm all cleaned up. I made sure of it."

I let my eyes wander down. "Oh yeah? Guess I'll have to see for myself."

After half a year together, I was the only one who really knew just how intense his cravings could get.

Whenever we got into it, he'd turn into a total animal.

But the second I said "it hurts," even when he was right on the edge, he'd stop completely.

He was almost too eager to please me.

Three hours later, I was sprawled out in his arms, totally spent.

I told him to carry me to the shower.

"Baby, I..." Ethan's voice was rough, pleading.

I glanced down, like it was nothing new. "I'm wiped out. You handle it."

After the shower, he tried to steal a kiss, but I smacked him across the face.

I never let him sleep in my bed.

Used him and tossed him aside.

To rub it in, I sneered, "Useless."

He looked like a scolded puppy, all broken and pitiful. His eyes went red with hurt as he grabbed my foot and kissed it. "Baby, I'll do better. I swear I'll make you happy.

"You've had a tough time.

"Goodnight, baby."

With that, he slunk off to the couch, hugging his blanket, looking utterly defeated.

The system hit me with an electric shock.

I kept my cool. "So, did I humiliate him or what?"

The system checked the stats and rolled its eyes. "Savage, seductress!"

Before I went to bed, I got a text from Tiffany.

She asked: [How's your side going?]

I replied: [Almost have him trained. You?]

She replied, chewing away: [Oh, Alexander's about to get engaged to the girl he couldn't get over. My cue to grab the cash and bounce with the baby I'm carrying.]

My ego flared up instantly. [What the hell? Why is your story moving faster than mine?]