I put on the newest lifelike sex doll suit at the adult store to help promote it. Then my campus heartthrob walked in and mistook me for an actual sex doll. "This doll is gorgeous. The skin texture feels incredibly real. Mom really got something good in stock this time. Let me try it first." His left hand landed on my full, perky breast while his other hand spread my legs...

I was the true heiress of a wealthy family who had been lost for years, and I was also the wife of Adrian Valmont, a prince of the Asteria royal family.   In the third year of our marriage, Adrian ascended the throne and became king, while I was crowned queen. From then on, the two of us ruled the entire kingdom together.   The moment the crown symbolizing supreme status and royal authority was placed on my head, a bloodstained dagger suddenly plunged into me from behind, piercing straight through my abdomen.   I turned around in shock and discovered that the person who had stabbed me was none other than the fake heiress, Isabella Ravenscroft.   Stunned and unable to believe it, I asked in pain, "Why?"   Isabella wore a filthy, tattered black dress. She had always pretended to be innocent in the past, but now her face was filled with madness and hatred.   "Because you deserve to die! We drew lots to choose our husbands back then. Why did you get to marry the noble Young Master Valmont while I had to marry a filthy, penniless homeless man? It wasn't fair! Vivienne Ravenscroft, go to hell!"   With that, she viciously yanked the dagger out and stabbed at me again.   At that moment, everything from the past came rushing back to me.   Eighteen years ago, her parents had deliberately switched us at birth. I should have grown up in a wealthy family, but instead, I spent eighteen whole years living in poverty and enduring beatings and abuse.   Later, my biological family finally found me and brought me home, but Isabella repeatedly plotted against me and framed me.   I had not even been allowed to decide my own marriage. Instead, in accordance with the will of the gods, we had drawn lots to choose our husbands.   But even then, she blamed all her resentment on me and hated me so much that she wanted me dead.   My eyes instantly turned cold.   When she stabbed at me again, I grabbed her wrist with my bare hand, snatched the dagger away, and slashed her throat.   Blood sprayed out instantly.   The jealousy and rage on Isabella's face were immediately replaced by terror, her features twisting in horror.   She desperately clutched the wound on her neck.   But it was already too late.   In the end, both of us died.   But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day we had drawn lots to choose our husbands.   I had just drawn my lot when Isabella snatched it from my hand.   She smiled at me and said, "My dear Vivienne, why don't you let me choose first this time?"   I looked at the smug expression on her face and the provocation hidden in her eyes, and suddenly remembered my previous life.   In my previous life, she had been the one who insisted that I choose my husband first.   But in this life, she was fighting to be the first to choose.   I understood immediately.   Isabella had been reborn too.

I found a dragon in an alley, broken and barely conscious. He shoved me against the wall and took me right there. Hours later, I walked into a wet nurse interview—and there he was. He latched on with a raw, guttural sound. "Your scent… I know it." And then he parted my thighs...

"Mmm... Faster. I'm almost there..."   In the quiet study, my patient Mike tipped his handsome face upward. Fine beads of sweat glistened along his straight nose as he leaned back against the sofa, legs spread.   His black dress pants had been pulled down to his thighs, perfectly displaying the muscles in his legs.   Holding a suction-style masturbator, I leaned forward and helped Mike through this stage of his treatment.   I refused his request and answered in a precise, professional tone, "Using controlled release to manage your libido is normal at this stage. Increasing the speed would make your body overly sensitive and impair your concentration afterward..."   "Okay, I get it. You don't have to explain," Mike murmured. His eyes, dark with desire, swept over my body with naked possession.   At that moment, I imagined a pair of large, calloused hands gliding up my waist, caressing every inch of my skin before finally settling on my breasts...   The next second, Mike thrust forward hard and found his release.   I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding and started to rise so I could put the toy aside.   Before I could, Mike reached out, seized my waist, and dragged me into his arms.   I cried out as the room spun and I fell against his scorching body. Something rigid pressed into my hips, drawing a breathy moan from my lips.   "Mmm..."   My face flamed.   Before I could speak, Mike leaned close to my ear and said in a deep, cello-smooth voice, "Bella Lancaster, I want you. The toy isn't enough..."