Chapter 2. From Deathbed to Debtor
[Good morning, Asher]
[Welcome to your new life]
[I'm the MILF system, here to help you adapt]
[Let's start with the basics]
[The girl in front of you is Sharon, your sister]
[You've been sick for a long time, that's why she looks like she's seen a ghost]
A female computarized voice echoed in my mind as I hurriedly pulled up my pants. Apparently, I had reincarnated into someone else's body who'd just died.
But wait...
Doesn't that mean I'm not actually related to this so-called sister?
A smirk crept onto my lips, and I suppressed the wicked laugh bubbling in my throat. If we aren't blood-related, then maybe I could—
Geez. I slapped my forehead hard. Get a grip. Have some respect for the guy who owned this body before me. What would he say if he looked down from heaven—or maybe hell—and saw me using his body to hump his own sister? That's messed up.