Dropped Into a NSFW Novel and Immediately Became His Obsession

I woke up inside a novel, and not even as an important character.

I became a pretty background extra in a smut novel.

My brother, however, was the only normal person in the entire story.

His character setting was the one man the soft, delicate heroine could never win over.

He was the cold, unattainable Prince Charming she could never conquer.

When the heroine cried and confessed her love, he was studying.

When she offered him her whole heart and body, he was busy starting a company.

When she spiraled into scandals and nightlife, he was already a billionaire, calm and untouchable.

I thought he would live a quiet, ascetic life forever.

Until one night, I walked in on him at midnight…

holding a piece of clothing I recognized all too well, murmuring a name over and over, a name so familiar that my scalp tingled.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels.

Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name.

The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system.

Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

But my brother?

He cared about nothing but work.

No romance, no distractions.

It didn’t matter what tricks Nancy used—he rejected her every single time.

So in the original ending, she never completed the mission. She was forced to stay in this world and live out her “happy” life here.

“Sigh…”

That was the twentieth time I had sighed today.

Nancy never slept, day or night. Something about her body being engineered differently.

But I was her roommate, which meant I was the one suffering for it.

Across the dining table, my brother Travis finally frowned and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“The beds in the dorm are terrible. Can I move back home, please? Just for a while?”

His brows pulled tighter.

I could see how conflicted and unwilling he was.

I didn’t blame him.

When I arrived in this world, I inherited the original Jennie’s memories.

She had been adopted from an orphanage by Travis’s parents, but they died in a car accident soon after, leaving only the two of them.

And the original Jennie had developed… inappropriate feelings for Travis.

She had tried to seduce him several times.

She even tried drugging him once.

After that, Travis sent her away to live at school and kept his distance, only providing money when necessary.

So I widened my eyes, trying to look as innocent and pitiful as possible.

I even raised three fingers to swear, “Please, Travis? I was just dumb and impulsive before. I promise I won’t go anywhere near your bedroom or your study. Not even a step!”