Of course, even the most well-bred young lady would find it hard to remain composed and graceful after being forced into this kind of work by her own uncle.

Karen stared at the cigarette in Aunt Mary's hand.

Aunt Mary noticed.

She smiled slightly

and pushed the cigarette case toward Karen.

Karen reached out, took it, pulled out a cigarette, and picked up the lighter.

He lit it,

took a drag.

“Cough, cough... cough, cough... ugh...”

A strong wave of nausea surged up, and Karen clutched his chest, coughing violently.

“Hehehe, hahaha...”

Aunt Mary laughed until tears came out.

This scene wasn’t something Karen faked on purpose. In his previous life, he was a heavy smoker, but this body had never been poisoned by nicotine. Both his body and brain were now strongly rejecting it, sending out a “reject toxin” warning.

Aunt Mary put out her cigarette,

first checked Jeffrey's body, and after confirming there were no other injuries, she tried to straighten Jeffrey's face.

All she needed to do was put on a bit of makeup and the job would be done. When the workers came back, they’d dress Jeffrey and take him upstairs. In this weather, they could even skip the embalming process.

“Hm?”

Aunt Mary let go and said to Karen:

“You try. I can’t move it.”

“Oh, okay.”

Karen put out his cigarette, reached out, one hand pressing down on Jeffrey's neck, the other supporting Jeffrey's right cheek.

He exerted force,

and more force,

and more force...

Jeffrey's face slowly began to return to its normal position.

But to Karen's shock—though Aunt Mary standing nearby couldn’t see it—he clearly felt that as he tried to straighten Jeffrey's face, the corpse was actively resisting, pushing to the right...

It didn’t feel like he was straightening a dead man’s face, but more like he was wrestling with a living person!

This discovery made Karen's heart sink slightly. However, just as he was about to let go, he suddenly noticed that the force resisting him abruptly disappeared. No... after he let go, Jeffrey's head—

“Squeak, squeak, squeak...”

It straightened itself!

Jeffrey's eyes

suddenly snapped open,

staring at Karen.

His mouth began to writhe frantically, making a rustling sound like a swarm of rats gnawing on wood.

Karen instinctively took two steps back, his back pressing against the wall.

Immediately after,

with a loud “clang,”

it felt as if someone had struck the back of his head hard with a shovel.

Karen's body curled up,

his vision blurred,

but he resisted losing control of his surroundings in this situation.

He forced himself, despite the intense pain at the back of his head, to lift his head.

In his field of vision,

there was a sea of red.

Karen staggered backward,

and as he retreated, his view rose higher and higher,

he realized the red he was seeing was a high-heeled shoe. Above the shoe was a very long, white leg. Opposite, there was another giant high-heeled shoe and leg...

He himself

was like a little mouse, standing at someone’s feet.

“Thud...”

Karen lost his balance and fell to the ground.

He didn’t know if he was dreaming or hallucinating from a mental breakdown...

Until—

“Plop...”

A thick liquid splashed onto him, soaking his upper body completely.

Karen slowly looked up.

He saw,

above him,

between those two enormous legs,

a woman’s face,

curious and smiling, looking down at him.

At the same time,

from between her slightly parted lips, saliva occasionally dripped down.

“Hiss... hiss... hiss...”

A static-laced, snowy sound came from somewhere,

and a deep, magnetic middle-aged man’s voice rang out:

“Don’t be afraid, this beautiful and charming lady... is just craving your body.”

Chapter 3: Sitting Up

This isn’t reality...

After waking up half a month ago, Karen had spent almost a week accepting and confirming that he had transmigrated to another “real world,” and not just into a dream or a fantasy.

But right now,

what he was facing

was definitely not reality!

He should... no, he was definitely still in the basement of the Inmores family.

All the strange events started when he tried to straighten Jeffrey's head.

And now, with these giant red high heels and the woman’s face—such an utterly surreal and irrational scene and environment—there was only one explanation: he had been “hypnotized.”

The word “hypnosis” has many interpretations. Here, it meant his physical self had been separated, and he was trapped in a spiritual existence.

In simple terms: he was... dreaming.

The static from the radio was still crackling,

and above,

the woman’s mouth began to open slowly.

After reaching the maximum arc a normal human face could achieve, it kept stretching, and he could even clearly hear a zipper-like rasping sound.