The Sweet-Wife Heroine Rebels

I was the heroine of a sweet-wife story: delicate, soft, and made to be swept off my feet. All I had to do was behave and let one man after another dote on me. My stepbrother was walking toward me with a glass of milk when a system appeared. It told me that, according to the plot, I was supposed to develop a s*x addiction that very day. From then on, the slightest contact with a man would leave me unbearably aroused, and it would only get worse. That sounded pretty good to me. I drained the milk in one gulp. My stepbrother smiled. I smiled too. The system gave an even more wicked little chuckle. “Except I just changed it into an addiction to studying.”