Chapter 1 : Reborn as My Bro''s Woman?

A loud crash echoed through the night as a car violently collided with a high wall, followed by an explosion. Oliver Peabody, a 25-year-old playboy, died in the car accident.

An hour after the accident.

Oliver groggily opened his eyes. The room was so dark that he couldn''t tell where he was.

"Whoa, is hell this dark? This is intense!" Oliver exclaimed, but then he suddenly froze, blinking in confusion.

Wait, why do I hear a woman''s voice?

Oliver turned over, only to bump into someone beside him.

"Whoa, scared the crap out of me."

He gasped, trying to see who was next to him by the moonlight, but the person suddenly pulled him into an embrace, their warm breath hitting his face.

Oliver was too scared to move, but he noticed something strange about his body. His chest felt heavy, like it was pressing against something soft.

Curious, Oliver looked down. Holy crap, he had breasts—big, soft, and pale.

What the hell?

Oliver almost choked, staring in shock.

Did I die and get reincarnated?

No, no, no. If I were reincarnated, I''d start as a baby! This body is clearly a mature woman''s.

Damn! Is this some kind of novel-like rebirth? And in a woman''s body? This is insane!

Oliver felt constipated, questioning his life choices.

All I did was drink too much and race with a woman. Did the universe really have to mess with me like this?

"Wait, who''s lying next to me? A man?"

Oliver quickly pushed the person holding him away and sat up in a hurry.

The man on the bed woke up, his sharp eyes gleaming dangerously in the moonlit room.

"What? Can''t sleep in the middle of the night? Need a lesson?" The man''s voice was cold, but it made Oliver freeze because it sounded exactly like his best friend, Nathan Forbes.

Damn! I have a bad feeling about this!

Sweating profusely, Oliver swallowed and nervously called out, "Forbes... Nathan?"

Nathan frowned, "What the hell are you doing in the middle of the night?"

As Nathan spoke, the room suddenly lit up, revealing Oliver''s best friend, the one he''d grown up with.

Oliver held his head, feeling hopeless. Not only had he been reborn as a woman, but he was also his best friend''s woman?

Dear God, if there''s anything else you haven''t revealed, please do it all at once. See if you can scare me to death.

Wait, wait. I remember Nathan had a woman in his villa named Fiona Walker.

Could this be Fiona''s body? Isn''t she Nathan''s kept woman?

"What? Failed to kill yourself? What game are you playing now?" Nathan suddenly grabbed Oliver''s neck, his frown fierce and his grip so strong that tears sprang to Oliver''s eyes.

Suicide? What suicide?

Oliver struggled to break free, but this body''s strength was too weak to resist.

Damn, I just came back to life. Am I going to die again?

"Forbes, Nathan, I''m... I''m dying. Let go of me," Oliver gasped, slapping Nathan''s arm, his face turning red as he struggled to breathe.

Eight hours earlier, Fiona, unable to bear Nathan''s cruelty, had tried to end her life. She was discovered by a servant halfway through slitting her wrists and was saved.

But an hour ago, while she was sleeping, Fiona suddenly couldn''t breathe, her body writhing in pain before going still. That''s when Oliver''s soul entered her body.