Transmigrated With A System: I Became The Billionaire Contracted Wife
After fighting with her boss and vowing never to return, Aysel kept her word. Well, she died while trying to save a girl and was transmigrated into a novel world. In her new life, she is a wealthy heiress and a popular celebrity. This made her excited at the thought that her dream of living like a salted fish was about to come true! However, reality slapped her in the face and pinched her awake. Wealthy heiress? Her bank account is in the negative! She owes money to the bank! Popular celebrity? The entire country hates her! Aysel finally understands the phrase: "Out of the frying pan into the fire." Now, she can’t even live in peace. Well, maybe Heaven isn’t so cruel after all—at least she has a life-saving system! System: Host, you need to harvest points. A lack of points means death! Aysel: What should I do?! System: Marry Young Master Grant. Young Master Grant? The tetraplegic boss who’s also a sadist? System: ...Exactly. Aysel finally realizes what it means to be unloved... But marrying Young Master Grant seems appealing. After all, he can’t do anything, right? Perfect! She just has to wait for him to die, inherit his wealth, and finally become rich! But she’s proven terribly wrong when the man pins her down, his hands roaming over her body, igniting a fire as he meets her gaze and whispers huskily... "I don’t know how to inflict pain, but I know how to make you cry for release." Wait, is he still tetraplegic? Had she... misread?
What A Bitch
"Young Master, I know you can't pleasure me, nor can I you, but I am still willing to give you all I've got. Why...why don't you suck on my beautiful boobs?"
Aysel's expression turned alarmed as she tried to twist the knobs, only to realize that the door was locked from behind!
What a bitch!
Her expression grew ferocious as she kicked open the door to her room, entered through the connecting door, and saw the scene she had expected.
There she was, that cocky woman named Susan, her uniform's front zipper undone, and she was holding her pale breasts in her hands, rubbing them in an enticing manner.
She look shocked at the sight of someone else in the room.
Hadn't she lock the door?!
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Aysel's expression was so fierce that Susan shivered a little. There was a gleam in her lowered eyes, as she hadn't expected to be caught.