All Chapters of After Eating a Poisonous Mushroom, I Thought I Was the Heroine of an Erotica: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

When I woke up, I realized I had fallen straight into one of those “no morals, proceed at your own risk” reverse-harem erotica novels.My latest research project, by the way.The basic premise goes like this:The male lead is Daniel Hord—the kind of ruthless, untouchable trust-fund prince who could buy half of the city before breakfast.The heroine is me, applying to be his live-in housekeeper.He discovers I look suspiciously like his first love, Wendy Gold, and instantly decides I’ll be her stand-in. He forces me into a relationship, locks me in his glass penthouse, and from that moment on…The plot is nonstop intimacy.Then more intimacy.Then intimacy that should require paperwork and a legal disclaimer.Now the story has reached its dramatic peak:Wendy, his beloved first love, has returned from overseas.Which means I’m about to suffer, attempt an escape, get dragged back, cry, rage, and eventually sleep with his best friend out of revenge.And somehow, I end up falling for

I slammed the door with righteous fury, then marched into the bathroom and showered like I had something to prove.After I washed up, I realized I’d forgotten to bring pajamas.I was about to wrap myself in a towel when someone knocked.I jumped.This was exactly the point in the plot where the male lead would do something unforgivable.“What do you want?” I snapped. “I’m not the old me anymore! Don’t you dare try to sleep with me!”His voice came through the door, calm and maddeningly unbothered.“I brought your clothes.”…Oh.Why did I feel disappointed?I cracked the door open.Sure enough, he was holding my pajamas.I snatched them out of his hand.He smiled faintly. “A little disappointed I didn’t do anything?”Then he leaned in, his breath brushing my cheek.“Should I come in and do something now?”My face instantly went hot.The moment he leaned closer, all those explicit scenes from the book thundered through my brain like a stampede.I slammed the door in his fac

I silently thanked my past self.Good thing I had reread that novel several times. Otherwise I wouldn’t have remembered exactly where Henry’s bedroom was.I stood at his door and knocked.He was on the phone. “We’ll talk at the office tomorrow. My sister’s looking for me.”He hung up, walked over, and ruffled my hair. “What’s wrong? Why do you look so upset? Did Daniel bully you again? Tell me, and I’ll beat him up.”I threw myself into his arms with a dramatic sob.“Henry, take me with you. Daniel keeps me locked up. I have no freedom. I’m miserable… I can’t take it anymore…”I clutched his shirt. “Take me away. I’ll marry you. I swear I will.”Henry froze completely.A soft, cold laugh drifted from the hallway.I turned, eyes full of tears, and saw Daniel standing not far away, looking like a ghost that refused to move on.I immediately hid behind Henry. “I want to leave you! I refuse to be your plaything!”Daniel’s expression darkened. “One husband isn’t enough for you. Y

Daniel finished giving orders, then headed to his desk. He clearly had a mountain of paperwork to get through.Assistants and secretaries moved in and out, all busy with something.I sat alone on the sofa.I was the heroine.What heroine sits around watching videos and eating snacks?No, heroines should be staring gloomily into the distance, full of tragic beauty.After a while, Daniel still didn’t come comfort me.I got bored and slipped out.The moment I stepped into the hallway, a secretary hurried over.“Ma’am, would you like to go to the gym? I can take you.”“I’m not ‘ma’am,’” I said sadly. “I’m just his plaything.”She blinked, looked from me to Daniel’s office, then composed herself immediately.“Is there anything you need, then?”“I’m just walking around.”She followed me.When we reached the break room, a few young women saw me and their eyes sparkled.“Oh my God, Wendy! Wendy! I’m your fan! Can I get your autograph?”They looked so excited, so earnest.I felt as

Just the silhouette alone made my heart squeeze.There was something tender, aching, and strangely nostalgic about it… a whole novel’s worth of emotion in one blurry outline.Honestly, only I could analyze this much from a backlit photo.The server saw me staring.She leaned in and said, “That guy on the postcard is our boss’s boyfriend—well, husband now. She opened this shop because of that one photo. It’s been seven years already. You can see all the memories on the walls. Not just hers. Lots of our customers left theirs too.”While she was talking, Henry came back.Right then, the store manager hurried over and nearly squealed.“Boss! You’re back!”Then she slapped a hand over her mouth.“Please don’t let yourself get recognized, or we’re going to have a stampede outside.”I finally laughed.Everything clicked, I remembered everything.I wasn’t some stand-in housekeeper named Wendi Silver.I was Wendy Gold.I ate a poisonous mushroom and thought I’d transmigrated into an