Chapter 11: No Falling Allowed!

“Read these books first. They’re written specifically for physical transmigrators like you—latest world knowledge, survival tips for transmigrators, and more.” Elumeng placed a stack of thick books on the living room coffee table.

Su Yuewei wasn’t the only physical transmigrator. Others had survived before her, summarizing experiences into books.

These guides weren’t static—they’d been updated to the third edition.

“Thanks.” Su Yuewei sat on the sofa, nodding politely at Elumeng, then opened the first page of Transmigrator Survival Guide.

“If you’re reading this, you’re definitely saddled with at least three hundred thousand in transformation debt, picked up by a kind big sister, and have to complete daily interest tasks… I suggest you just give in to her.”

The first page straight-up advised against repaying the debt.

A big sister who could pay three hundred thousand upfront wasn’t broke—and with money came looks. Why struggle against a rich, gorgeous big sister?

“Is this really a survival guide…” Curious, she flipped to the next page.

“If you still want to pay off the three hundred thousand, congrats—the rest of this book is for girls like you who enjoy falling step by step.”

If Su Yuewei gave in to Elumeng, it’d all be over. Her future? Staying by Elumeng’s side forever, her unique collectible, her pet.

Her world would have only Elumeng—her everything.

The world would shrink to two hours: waiting for Elumeng to come home, and being with Elumeng.

How wonderful…

“So great… No! Su Yuewei! How can you fall!” The book’s description sparked wild fantasies of life after giving in.

She slapped her cheeks, continuing downward. Absolutely no falling!

After pumping herself up, she began studying world knowledge properly.

The book’s first tip: use your transmigrator high-beauty body to work and earn money.

Transmigrators might lack unique skills, but post-transformation looks were top-tier—easy to land jobs with beauty alone.

First stop for transmigrators? Witch bars!

No magic knowledge meant no spellcasting—most jobs were off-limits.

Only maid-type roles requiring zero magic worked.

Bar work was the laziest start per transmigrators—top beauty bonus meant easy ten-thousand-plus monthly income.

“Be a maid…” Su Yuewei noted the recommended jobs.

Tomorrow morning, she’d hit the city and hunt for part-time work.

“Sleep with me tonight.” Elumeng’s voice rang in Su Yuewei’s ears.

Reading Su Yuewei looked up, eyes on Elumeng—then froze.

Elumeng lived alone in the villa. She’d emerged wrapped in a thick towel, snug but accentuating her figure perfectly.

Fresh from the bath, steam rose from her. Under her halo and the villa’s soft lights, she looked hazy and dreamy—unreal.

Well, transmigrating into a beautiful girl, owing massive debt, paying huggy interest daily—unreal anyway.

“Why sleep together!” Su Yuewei snapped back. The villa had so many rooms—why share with Elumeng!

“Because the other rooms are empty.” Elumeng led Su Yuewei down the hall, pushing open bedroom doors.

The academy gave staff empty rooms to decorate freely—but no renovation budget.

Elumeng lived alone; she had money but wouldn’t waste it decorating unused bedrooms.

Only her current bedroom was livable—the rest bare.

“Then I’d rather sleep on the living room sofa than…”

“So, dear Yuewei, still mad at me?” Elumeng dropped her attitude, looking dejected and downcast at Su Yuewei on the sofa.

The unfamiliar expression made Su Yuewei nod along.

“As apology, I’ll give you my bedroom. I’ll sleep on the sofa from now on…” Elumeng avoided mentioning the bath interest, retreating to advance. After a day together, she’d pegged Su Yuewei’s personality.

A bit tsundere, some pride, but soft-hearted—easy to manipulate with pity.

She led Su Yuewei to her bedroom door, modifying the protective magic in front of her.

Only Su Yuewei could open it now—Elumeng needed permission to enter her own room.

“You…” Su Yuewei stared at the glass door, incredulously twisting the handle. Click—it opened easily.

She inspected Elumeng’s bedroom. Lights off, but the balcony faced the garden. Soft glow filtered in. No flashy decor—simple yet cozy.

“It represents my apology. I shouldn’t have saved you without asking. Hope you like this room that’s been with me ten years.” Elumeng feigned bitterness, turning slowly toward the living room sofa.

She slowed her turn, giving Su Yuewei time to react and stop her.

Three, two… Why hasn’t Yuewei stopped her!

“Sleep with me…” Su Yuewei stood at the door, shyly tugging her skirt, complex expression on Elumeng’s back. She should refuse, but Elumeng gave no chance…

“No, the bath interest hurt your heart! I deserve this! Too bad published interest can’t be changed.” Interest rules were hers—she said no change, no change. But she couldn’t agree too fast; she needed to tug Su Yuewei’s guilt more, seem pitiful.

“You… coming or not! I’m closing the door!”