My sister and I were both forcibly altered by a secret family elixir. She was turned into a succubus, cursed with a body that would perish without the touch of a man. I, on the other hand, became cursed with a hyper-fertile physique, capable of conceiving as soon as a man laid a hand on me. After the transformation, I was sent to the imperial harem. But the emperor never showed me any affection. Pregnant and abandoned, I died miserably in the palace struggles. My sister was sent to the family-owned Spring Wind Haven, a brothel where she was defiled by countless men. Overwhelmed by humiliation, she chose to end her life. When I opened my eyes again, it was the day we were forced to undergo the transformation. Recalling our tragic fate in the previous life, I grasped my sister’s hand tightly. “Sister, what if we switched bodies this time?” My sister, always sharp and composed, hesitated. “But becoming a succubus means you must constantly engage with men… How degrading would that be?” I let out a cold laugh. “Who cares about such meaningless notions of chastity?” In this life, I vowed to make everyone who wronged us pay dearly. ... After being schemed against by the women in the harem, I slipped and died in childbirth. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the Lambert family estate. To my shock, my sister, who had long since taken her life in a brothel, was standing before me. We stared at each other, both stunned. “Sister, you’ve been reborn, too?” Shayna nodded faintly, her face shadowed with sorrow. I clenched my fists tightly, my teeth grinding in anger. The memories of our tragic past filled me with rage. I stepped forward and held her hand firmly. “Sister, what if we switch bodies this time?” In my previous life, my straightforward nature and lack of cunning made me an easy target in the palace. It wasn’t long before the other concubines outmaneuvered me, causing me to fall out of the emperor’s favor and be sent to the cold palace. If it hadn’t been for my hyper-fertile body and the child I conceived during my first night with the emperor, I might have rotted away in that cold palace. In the end, though, it was that very pregnancy that led to my brutal death. But my sister—she was intelligent, quick-witted, and resourceful. If she had been in my place, she could have survived the palace’s treacherous schemes. Hearing my proposal, my sister hesitated again. “But becoming a succubus means you’ll have to constantly engage with men. If you don’t, your body will explode and you’ll die. It’s far too humiliating.” I shook my head immediately, letting out a cold laugh. “What does it matter? I couldn’t care less about chastity.” “Don’t worry, Shayna. In my previous life, I managed to collect a secret cultivation manual in the harem. It’s a technique that allows one to absorb a man’s energy to strengthen oneself. I won’t lose out.” I had intended to send this secret manual to my sister in my previous life, hoping it would make her stronger and give her the means to protect herself. But before I could send it, I received the devastating news of her suicide at Spring Wind Haven. This time, I wouldn’t allow myself to be anyone’s victim ever again. Hearing that I possessed such a manual, Shayna finally nodded in agreement. “Alright, let’s switch.” Before long, one of our mother’s old maids entered the room and called for us. “Young ladies, it’s time for your medicinal baths.” Shayna and I exchanged a glance, nodded, and followed her inside. The room was exactly as I remembered it from the previous life. Two large tubs filled with murky, brown liquid stood in the center, steam rising from their surfaces. It was said that before the decline of spiritual energy, the Lambert family’s ancestor had been a disciple of the Harmony Sect. Before leaving, he left behind two secret formulas that could alter a woman’s physique. As spiritual energy waned, the ingredients required for the recipes became increasingly rare. It wasn’t until just before my sister and I reached adulthood that the family managed to gather enough materials for the transformation. Staring at the steaming water, my sister and I chose our respective tubs. Without hesitation, we raised our arms, allowing the maids to strip away our clothing under the watchful eye of the old maid. Then, one by one, we stepped into the tubs.