Chapter 2

Sighing dramatically heavenward, I swore I'd never stay up late reading smut again.

Yes! I had transmigrated into a book.

And it was one of those one-woman-many-men, female-torture smut fics.

The female lead was forced to have eight abortions, each from a different man.

But damn it all, in the end, everyone actually got a "happily ever after" with her.

By the time I finished reading, I felt worse than if I'd eaten actual crap. I cursed the author, "Don't readers' feelings matter?!"

Right after cursing, I transmigrated, becoming a nameless, insignificant extra.

I had to make the female lead independent, to help her break free from the cycle of forced abortions through her own efforts, so I could escape this damn book.

So when I saw Lily being forced into intimacy with a man in the woods, I quickly emptied my pockets and bought a morning-after pill.

I was here to save her, but so far, I wasn't saving a damn thing.

I was boiling with helpless rage, screaming and thrashing on the ground in front of her.

"Argh, you're a piece of trash! Eight abortions? Hell, a hundred wouldn't be enough for you to learn your lesson!"

Lily's face went ashen. Trembling, she pulled out her own phone and dialed 911 again.

"Waaah~ Officer, this person is insulting me!"

Me: "..."