The sun was drowning in the horizon of the pond, leaving a stunning view for the spectators. On the shores of the small pond, a breathtaking beauty sat on a bench, enjoying it.
She was a stunning woman with long, flowing blonde hair that had soft pink tips, giving her a playful and striking look. Her sharp violet eyes stood out, pulling one in with just a glance.
She wore a white blouse that fit snugly, showing off her curves, and a black skirt that highlighted her slim waist and hips. Around her neck, she wore a beautiful pink gemstone pendant that added a touch of elegance to her overall appearance.
Confident and captivating, she was both attractive and composed, easily commanding attention.
However, currently, there was a defeated look on her face as she gazed at the rippling water surface of the pond.
She looked down and touched her squishy mounds of flesh. A smile appeared on her face as she muttered, "This is just a crime!Still, I can't believe I actually transmigrated as Becky Sinclair."
The young beauty named Becky sighed, remembering her past few days, which were filled with tension and confusion— even denial.
The body was of Becky Sinclair, but the soul was of a person named Alex, who was a university student on Earth. He was just reading his novels as usual, but the laptop exploded, bringing his soul into this new world.
At first, he was confused and in denial. He even thought it was his hallucination, considering how much he wanted to be isekai'd.
But after a few days, reality had hit hard, and he had to let go of his existential crises and focus on his new life. He searched around and found out that he was now Becky Sinclair, the Villainess of the harem novel he was reading.
Becky loved the protagonist a lot but always got humiliated, got looked down upon, and even had her whole family killed because of her simping over the protagonist.
That was the fate of Becky Sinclair, who Alex was now. Fortunately, she had transmigrated before the plot started, so she could change things.
Of course, after her existential crises were resolved, the fact that she was a woman now— a beautiful and sexy one at that— was hard to swallow at first. But considering that she was a degenerate, she also accepted it and tested a few things.
"I see that you're enjoying my body."
A sudden voice sounded behind Becky, startling her as she stood up and turned around, eyes filled with vigilance. However, she was stumped by what she saw.
A perfect copy of her was standing there, looking at her with a playful smile. For a moment, Becky thought it was a hallucination, but the copy was too real for that.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm indeed a hallucination of you, in a way," the other Becky came to sit on the bench and patted her left side.
Becky was a little doubtful, but considering the bizarre thing she was going through, she calmed down and sat beside her, looking at her with an expectant look.
"I am the real Becky, if you're wondering," the other Becky smiled and began to explain. "I don't have time to explain everything, so I'll just say a few important things."
"What are they?" Knowing that the beauty in front of her was the real Becky, she relaxed and asked.
"First of all, I'm the one who brought you here to live in my body," the real Becky said. "Because I'm tired of everything. I can't explain much, but know this, I'm giving you my body of my own will. I know you loved me from the novel you used to read, and I'm very thankful for that. There is at least someone who understood me and loved me.
"So, I summoned you here to live as me. There are other reasons, and you're the only person I want to give my body to. So all I can say is sorry for killing you, and I hope you can live this life better— well, at least better than me."
"You don't need to say sorry," Becky chuckled softly. "My life was a mess, and the only thing keeping me alive there was novels. I should actually say thank you for giving me a second chance to enjoy the beauty of life. Well, I don't know if I can enjoy your life though."
"Haha, you don't need to be so worried. I've already cleared up everything, and if you want, you can even live as a farm lady. You can do whatever you want, and not follow the plot. But I do have a request," the real Becky laughed.
"Hmm? What is it? I'll try my best to fulfill them."
"The novel you read is actually different from how things happened. Yes, they're similar, but not completely true. The protagonist as you know him, he actually used a strange technique to influence people's minds, mine too. Then, he took some women into his harem while discarding others, who could only cry, thinking they lost their love, when in fact, they never loved him at all."
Her voice turned cold as she continued.
"I just want you to kill him at any cost. You can deny my request, I won't force it so that's completely up to you. But I don't want so many women to suffer because of him. Even the women he took into his harem didn't live a good life. So, all I ask you is please kill him. I'm tired of everything, so I killed myself, but I still want to save them." The real Becky smiled wryly.
"Sure," Becky didn't say much and simply smiled. She hated the protagonist anyway, so it was just what she wanted.
"My time is almost up. So, once again, thank you for loving me. My soul can rest in peace knowing that someone loves me and acknowledged me," the real Becky smiled and brought her mouth closer to Becky's lips, planting a deep kiss.
Becky closed her eyes, enjoying the kiss, but soon felt the disappearance of Becky, as many memories came flooding into her mind.
"Thanks. Leave everything to me."