As a female protagonist from a steamy romance novel, I did my duty and spent a passionate night with the male lead until dawn. But when the System came online, it was dumbfounded: [Host, what the hell are you doing?! This is a wholesome redemption romance novel! The two of you are supposed to stay pure until marriage!] While the male lead was fast asleep, the System panicked and wiped all his memories of me. Only then did I realize that a system error had transported me to the wrong world. And the real female protagonist of this redemption story was already standing outside the door of his dingy apartment. The next second, my wrist was seized. Ethan, whose memory had been forcibly erased, opened his eyes and stared at me coldly: "Who are you?" 1 I froze, completely at a loss for words. The System was screaming in my head: [I told you to leave ages ago! Now look, the male lead is awake. How are you going to explain this?!] I felt a little wronged and whispered back: "It's not my fault. You sent me here. I thought Ethan was my target." The System's voice pitched higher: [So you just slept with him?! Hello! This is a crazy, germaphobe male lead. In the early stages, if a girl even touches his finger, he scrubs his skin raw!] [Do you think everyone sleeps around like in your trashy romance novels? Now the male lead isn't pure anymore. What is the heroine supposed to do?] I opened my mouth to argue, but the knocking on the door grew more urgent. "Ethan? Are you home?" A gentle female voice called out. It was Sarah. The original heroine of this world line, Ethan's destined partner. Ethan frowned, his grip on my wrist loosening slightly. "Sarah..." He muttered the name, his expression growing more painful. He seemed to be trying hard to remember something, yet resisting it at the same time. After a moment, his expression slowly calmed. A hint of unconscious tenderness crossed his brow. "Wait a second, I'm getting dressed." He raised his voice to shout through the door. Sarah's crisp laughter rang out: "It's okay, I brought you breakfast. Hurry up and get ready, didn't we agree to go sketching together?" "Sketching...?" Ethan rubbed his temples, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. He looked at the scattered sketch paper and paints on the floor. On the easel stood an unfinished painting. A woman in a white dress lay on the grass, chin in her hand, reading a book. But the woman's face was blank, yet to be painted. Ethan lowered his eyes, staring at the painting for a while. Suddenly, he turned his head to size me up. Then he spat out cold words: "Take it off." 2 I blinked, confused. "Take... take what off?" Ethan pursed his lips, pointing displeasedly at the dress I was wearing. This was the gift he gave me after our date yesterday. He worked at a convenience store for $13 an hour; I didn't know how long he had to save for it. The System shrieked again: [Take it off quickly, Host! That dress is the token of love between the leads. The male lead cherishes it!] In the original plotline, the heroine was like a lively little sun, approaching the male lead and warming his heart. Ethan, however, remained lukewarm. Out of politeness, he gave the heroine a white dress as a birthday gift. It wasn't until he went sketching in the wild with the heroine. Ethan set up his easel to paint the scenery. The heroine, in the white dress, danced nearby. Ethan, while painting, inadvertently glanced over, and in that moment, fell in love forever. From then on, the heroine's unrequited crush became a mutual romance. Therefore, this white dress was crucial to both of them. With the System urging me on one side and Ethan's cold, unfamiliar gaze on the other, I was panicked to death. I scrambled to take off the dress. But as I turned, I realized the hem of the dress had been stained with a large patch of paint at some point. It looked hideous. My brain buzzed. It's over! 3 The System was about to faint from anger: [You, you, you... I've never had such a terrible host! Do you know how important this dress is to the male lead? Later, this dress gets stolen by the villain, and when he becomes famous, he spends a fortune buying it back at an auction! The heroine cherished it like crazy! And now you've ruined it?] "I... I'm sorry." I bowed cowardly to Ethan. "I'll pay for it." But he held my hand down. "...Forget it. No need." Ethan frowned. "It's just a piece of clothing. It's not important." Sarah knocked again. "Are you done yet? The bagels I brought are getting cold!" Ethan took a deep breath and spoke to the door: "Sorry, Sarah. I just twisted my ankle. I can't go sketching." Sarah sounded worried immediately: "Huh? Is it serious? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?" "Open the door, let me see!" Ethan lied without blinking: "...No need. I haven't washed my face yet. Sorry to make you come all this way for nothing." "Alright then. I left breakfast at the door, remember to eat it! I'm going back now!" The sound of footsteps faded away. My tense shoulders finally relaxed slightly. Ethan threw one of his jackets at me: "Put this on and get out." 4 I held Ethan's jacket; it still smelled of cheap laundry detergent. Ethan stared at me, then sneered coldly. "Without a jacket, how did you plan to go back? With a neck full of hickeys? Afraid people won't know you just slept with a guy?" I looked at him, feeling so unfamiliar. So... this was the real Ethan. Indifferent to the point of cruelty. 5 Honestly, my life was pretty tough. I've been a "tasker" for so long, always stuck in these trashy romance novels. The Systems didn't want to work with me because I was slow and not very bright. I couldn't handle any plot that required high-level strategy. So all I got were physical, mindless plots. The System said I didn't need to use my brain for these, just lie back and enjoy. When I got this redemption script, I was truly happy. I read the script over and over again, perfectly executing every key event. Ethan's affection for me soared. I couldn't help but start fantasizing. Could someone mediocre like me... also be qualified to redeem someone else, to be their ray of light? Until the climax of the novel. The leads have a conflict, and the heroine decides to fake her death to escape. As for the night before the fake death, the script didn't specify, so I guessed it was free play. So, as an experienced trashy romance tasker, I drugged the male lead's water and entangled with him all night. That was when the System finally arrived, late as always. It said it made a mistake. It sent me to the wrong world. The heroine of the redemption story wasn't me, but Sarah. Finally, when it learned I had slept with the male lead, it almost exploded with rage and scolded me severely. When Ethan opened the door, Sarah was already far away. The breakfast she left was still steaming at the door. I looked at the white steam, feeling a bit dazed. So, this is how redemption stories work. The leads only have a gentle first night in an ocean-view room full of roses after falling in love over time and dating seriously. But last night, in this shabby rental apartment. I casually consummated with Ethan. It was his first time; he was clumsy and shy, and it hurt a lot. But Ethan was incredibly emotional. With tears in his eyes, he choked out that he would be good to me for the rest of his life. I was moved to a mess. It was the first time I met such a serious target. I wanted to stay in this world forever. But who would have thought it was all a mistake. To force the plot forward, the System forcibly erased Ethan's memory. All my efforts were wasted. He forgot me completely.
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