Her whole body is getting heavier, and it sinks deeper into the darkness.
Wasn't it said that those who are not good tend to live longer?
Even at the very last moment, she was still unable to figure out her true self. She couldn't even regret anything because it all happened suddenly.
She was the perfect daughter of a businessman who was among the richest in Asia. But unbeknownst to the public, she's not what everyone thinks she is.
There were numerous men who made proposals to her, but all of them were rejected. Then a car accident caused her death at the age of thirty. And the reason behind her refusal to wed was unknown to everyone.
"Hiss!!" She held her head, trying to shake off the dizziness she felt. As soon as she opened her eyes, she realized that everything was red. She was inside a room that was filled with red decorations.
Where am I? Am I not dead?
She observed herself wearing a red robe, an ancient garment, and her brow furrowed when she saw her powerful hands.
This is definitely not me!
As if on cue, memories of the body's owner surged through her mind. Even fools could recognize that she had transmigrated and entered someone else's body. She came upon a transmigration novel during her studies, which was really interesting; nonetheless, fiction is still fiction.
Who would have thought she'd be experiencing it firsthand? She not only has a new existence, but she has also transmigrated into a reverse world.
Women possess a strength that surpasses that of men; isn't that incredible?
The original owner was known as Yize, a notorious drunkard from Hongye village. She is a twenty-five-year-old woman, standing six feet tall with a muscular physique. Her predecessor was a problematic woman; her behavior and appearance had rendered her undesirable to men.
Yize exists in a peculiar world where, despite having female traits, she also has male genitals. According to her predecessor's memories, men in this realm are on par with women on Earth. They are still referred to as man and woman, but their genitals and gender roles are swapped. Men are considered tools for women's desires and the bearers of children.
She looked at the man next to her, someone she had only become aware of after receiving the memories of her predecessor. He wore a red veil that concealed his head, and apart from his small white hands, no skin was visible; he was completely covered. This man was the collateral for his mother's debt to her. Having already married him, he would now be her companion in this life.
Yize suddenly recalled her past life; she had always been so reserved due to her status as the daughter of a wealthy family. With the opportunity presented to her tonight, she realized that her actions would not only be in honor of her predecessor but also for her own sake.
The man felt a deep unease since she entered their chamber. The scent of alcohol hung heavily in the air. He was already aware that his wife was trouble itself, but what could he do? He had once dreamed of marrying someone unlike his mother, who only seemed to know how to mistreat his father. However, that dream was shattered when his mother callously handed him over to a drunkard.
Who in their village, or even neighboring villages, was unaware of this woman's notorious behavior?
Yize raised her hand to touch the edge of the cloth that concealed his face, revealing the man beneath. She was momentarily taken aback by his appearance. Experiencing reality is far superior to mere memory; while a man might typically be called handsome, it felt inadequate to describe him that way. The man before her was nothing short of beautiful. With a face the size of her palm, elegantly shaped brows, curly lashes, captivating fox-like eyes, a pointed nose, and delicate thin lips, he embodied a striking allure. It was no surprise that her predecessor had accepted him; Yize understood her true feelings all too well. In her recollections, no one could resist beauty, and her predecessor was no exception.
This was the kind of man she had always admired; what a blessing it was to have him in her life, even after death.
A shiver coursed through him as her fingers traced the contours of his face. She sensed his unease but brushed it aside, determined to claim him as hers that night. Gently, she wiped away the solitary tear glistening beneath his eye, her fingertips gliding down to his cheek and across to his soft lips. She lingered there for a moment, holding his chin delicately to draw his gaze to hers. He found himself helplessly captivated by her presence, yet instinctively shut his eyes as Yize leaned closer, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. This was a moment unlike any she had ever experienced; for the first time, she was kissing a man. The sensation of his warm, supple lips pressed against hers sent a thrill through her. Despite a hint of resistance from him, she continued, her lips dancing with his, navigating the delicate boundary between yearning and trepidation.
Her previous encounters had been merely fleeting touches, but this was different; it was she who initiated this intimacy, and she was determined to savor every moment.
After a moment, she could no longer contain her impatience. With a swift motion, she ripped his robe from him and let it fall to the floor. The suddenness of her action made him gasp, and in that fleeting moment, she seized the opportunity to entwine her tongue with his. In that instant, she was a fierce, untamed creature, driven by an insatiable hunger.
Yize, taken aback by her newfound intensity, felt a heat washing over her, an awakening that coursed through her body, stirring something deep within. This was an exhilarating revelation. Though well-versed in the art of pleasure, she realized that her true excitement had always stemmed from the joy of giving, rather than receiving.
Her fingertips roamed over his physique, the smoothness of his skin and the firm contours of his chest igniting a delightful sensation in her palm. While lost in their passionate kiss, she savored the taste of him, her tongue dancing with his as it explored every inch of his mouth. The kiss deepened, turning fervent as it traveled from his lips to the gentle curve of his cheek and then to the delicate lobe of his ear. With a playful bite on his earlobe, she traced it with her tongue, a smirk curling on her lips when she felt him shudder beneath her touch. Her fingers glided over his chest, circling around his nipple before pinching it gently, drawing an involuntary gasp from him. Soft kisses cascaded along his neck, down to his chest, where she lavished attention on his nipples, taking one into her mouth and sucking gently. He couldn't help but arch his back, responding instinctively to the sensations she evoked in him.
The man was bewildered by the way his body was responding to her; it felt as though he had lost control over himself. This was uncharted territory for him—he should have felt fear in the presence of this woman, yet every gentle caress sent unfamiliar sensations coursing through him, leaving him utterly perplexed.
He glanced down at Yize, captivated as she lavished attention upon him, her lips drawing softly at his skin while her hands firmly grasped his waist. He felt a surge of instinct as his fingers tangled in her hair, urging her on as she intensified her ministrations. Her hand glided from his back to his chest, teasingly pinching his other nipple, prompting an involuntary gasp to escape his lips. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to stifle any further sounds that threatened to betray his burgeoning vulnerability.
Yize shifted uneasily in her seat, her instincts urging her to change the way she sat. With a tender embrace, she lifted the man gently and laid him down on the bed. He felt surprisingly light in her arms, his skin soft and inviting to touch. She couldn't help but shower him with kisses, trailing her lips from his chest down to his abdomen and finally resting at his navel. Hovering over his slender form, she sensed the last remnants of fabric clinging to him, and inexplicably, he tensed, squeezing his thigh in discomfort. Deciding to abandon her hesitation, Yize stood and slowly shed her clothes, one piece at a time, allowing her inner desire to wash over her. This newfound self emerged, quiet yet fervent in her longing. In that vulnerable moment, she stood bare, a figure of beauty and yearning, but alas, the man could not see her unveiling.
Yize slowly positioned herself atop him, her presence a tantalizing weight. "Open your eyes," she commanded, her voice rough and low. He remained silent, fixated on the incredible pressure of her form against his smaller body, a wave of nervousness washing over him. Suddenly, a sharp sting shot through his chest, causing him to gasp and snap his eyes open. Yize had playfully nibbled his nipple, a cheeky retribution for failing to heed her command. He looked down just in time to see her release his nipple with a soft pop, her gaze locked onto his as she lowered her face toward him, claiming his lips in a fervent kiss. Unable to resist, Yize found herself lost in the moment, driven by an insatiable urge sparked by his previous invite. Unbeknownst to her, the primal side of her nature surged forth, thrilling and wild.
This was the very reason she had kept her heart shielded from others in the past. There were moments when she grappled with the notion that perhaps she had been born into the wrong body, for deep down, she knew she was a woman at heart. It wasn't until she ventured into the depths of the underground world that she discovered an undeniable truth about herself—her innate dominance, a power she hadn't fully recognized. Looking back, she realized it explained her aversion to men; they simply didn't resemble the kind of man she was truly drawn to—the one who could stand beside her, yet also beneath her, in a dance of strength and surrender.
This was the very reason she had kept her heart shielded from others in the past. There were moments when she grappled with the notion that perhaps she had been born into the wrong body, for deep down, she knew she was a woman at heart. It wasn't until she ventured into the depths of the underground world that she discovered an undeniable truth about herself—her innate dominance, a power she hadn't fully recognized. Looking back, she realized it explained her aversion to men; they simply didn't resemble the kind of man she was truly drawn to—the one who could stand beside her, yet also beneath her, in a dance of strength and surrender.
Once, she felt trapped by the expectations placed upon her, her voice silenced by the weight of her identity. But now, she had stepped into a vibrant world that celebrated her true self, and she was determined to seize this chance.
With a fierce longing, Yize pressed her lips against his, igniting a flame of passion. She wanted to linger in this moment, to draw it out and savor every sensation. Her hands found their way to his chest, teasingly pinching his nipples, relishing the shiver that coursed through him in response. As she slowly guided her calloused fingers lower, her touch was electric, tracing downwards until it stopped just above his navel.
He could feel the anticipation building as her hand ventured further, slipping beneath the last barrier of fabric he wore. A wave of panic surged within him, urging him to halt her advance, but her grip on his hands above his head kept him at her mercy.
Her dark eyes locked onto his, filled with a mix of mischief and desire, sending his heart racing as she edged closer to exploring the hidden depths of his longing.
He shut his eyes, a sense of resignation washing over him as he confronted his fate. Fear lingered within him, yet there was no denying the warmth of her touch—a comfort he cherished deeply. She was his wife, and in that undeniable truth, he found a reluctant acceptance. He realized that he was hers, bound by a connection that he could no longer escape.
He felt her presence tangibly as her fingers brushed against him, teasingly exploring. A torrent of emotions swirled within him. "Baby, you're wet," she whispered in his ear, a playful tone that sent a rush of warmth to his cheeks. He longed to shift away, yet her strong embrace held him firmly in place. Her fingers danced along his skin, the sensation strikingly familiar and electrifying. Just as quickly, she pulled back her hand, then traced a path of soft kisses along his neck, down his chest, and across his abdomen. She descended slowly, her intentions clear, and as her hands hovered above his trousers, he felt his heart race. With a swift motion, she tore away the barrier, revealing his vulnerability.
The grip that had held his limbs loosened, allowing him to reclaim his hands, instinctively covering himself as he regained some composure.
"Don't…" she said, halting him in his tracks. Observing his compliance, she gently guided her hands to his legs, attempting to part them. However, he resisted her touch.
"This is so embarrassing," he thought to himself. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment at her boldness, feeling exposed in her presence. Though he stood vulnerable before her, there was an insatiable spark in Yize's eyes that hinted she craved more.
"Ahhh… my wife!" he gasped, glancing down as a sharp ache coursed through his legs. To divert his attention from the discomfort, Yize playfully nibbled at his thigh, just enough to create a distraction. In that fleeting moment, she expertly maneuvered herself between his legs, pushing them apart effortlessly. He instinctively tried to close them, but two strong hands firmly held him in place.
Yize studied the delicate entrance before him, noting the subtle movements that betrayed an eager anticipation, a hint of excitement glistening on the surface. It reminded her of something she had once had, evoking familiar sensations, but this moment held its own unique intrigue.
He felt a wave of uncertainty wash over him, unsure of what thoughts swirled through his wife's mind. Overwhelmed by embarrassment, he buried his face in his hands. "Look at me," she commanded, her tone unwavering. With hesitation, he raised his gaze to meet hers and was taken aback as he noticed her gradually lowering her face between his legs.
What could she possibly be doing?