My competitive eater classmate, Selina Reeves, bound me to a fat transfer system. No matter how much food she ate, I was the one who gained weight.

Later, she was named one of the top 100 food bloggers while I ballooned to 200 pounds and lost my job.

My boyfriend did not seem to mind. He even proposed with unwavering confidence.

A month later, Selina entered a competitive eating contest and devoured 20 pounds of ribs in one sitting.

The excessive fat intake triggered acute hypertension, and I died on the spot.

My husband inherited my substantial fortune, then turned around and married Selina without a second thought.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself three months in the past.

Selina's food streaming career was just starting to gain traction, and I still weighed 90 pounds.

This time, I snatched the ten-inch cake right out of her hands and ate every last bite.

She had no idea I had bound myself to a food transfer system.

No matter how much I ate, it would transfer to her stomach tenfold.

"Cece, cake time! Open wide!"

Under the ring light, Selina Reeves held up a ten-inch cake and shoved a heaping spoonful of frosting toward me. I instinctively raised my hand to block it.

The wrist in front of me looked slender and delicate. I could wrap my fingers around it with room to spare.

Being 90 pounds felt incredible.

Selina noticed my slim fingers, and jealousy flickered across her round face. She quickly masked it with a peppy expression and winked at her phone camera.

"Sorry, everyone! My friend doesn't want any. She works super hard on her figure. The last time she even caught a whiff of frosting she started gagging!

"Don't pressure her, guys, or she'll 'accidentally' knock the plate over again!"

Watching Selina put on her cute act, I barely held back my cold laughter.

In my past life, she loved disguising insults as jokes. I simply ate clean and healthy to stay in shape, but she told her livestream viewers I was some toxic dieter with an eating disorder.

Her fans tore me apart online. My reputation tanked, I got publicly criticized by verified accounts, and I lost job after job.

She would just pout innocently. "But I'm only being honest. Cece, everyone just cares about you. They want you to eat more. A little extra weight would be good for you."

Right. I was a runway model. Gaining even a single pound meant getting benched until I dropped my weight again.

Despite this, she kept pushing me to get fat like her, a professional competitive eater.

When that did not work, she bound me to the fat transfer system. From then on, she ate and I packed on the pounds.

She made me balloon to 200 pounds, destroyed my career, stole my husband, and finally killed me during one massive eating competition.

This time around, I would make her pay.

Selina took several huge bites of cake, smearing frosting all over her oily nose and cheeks. Watching her made my stomach turn.

She thought she looked adorable, widening her eyes at the heavily filtered camera. "Guys, seriously! The chocolate from this cake hits like a freight train! How is anyone supposed to resist?

"Cece, you're really not having any? Just one tiny taste. You can always go purge in the bathroom after..."

The livestream chat exploded with criticism.

[Restricting and purging? That's so messed up!]

[I can't stand those skinny girls. Totally pandering to the male gaze! Our Selina's curvy look is way cuter!]

[I knew someone who starved herself for years. She got so thin her face looked gaunt, her skin turned sallow, and her hair fell out in clumps. She was hideous! If this friend purges too, she probably looks even worse!]

Selina's smile spread wider despite her attempts to hide it. She plastered a look of fake concern onto her face.

"Hey now, don't talk about her like that! She's my best friend no matter what!

"Now watch me demolish this thing!"

She opened her mouth wide to chomp down on the cake. But I had already slipped behind her and leaned in to take an enormous bite first.

"Damn, this is good!"

Selina froze. "You, how did you..."

I licked the frosting from my lips with an innocent expression.

"You made it look so tempting, I couldn't resist. It really is delicious."

Before she could process why I was acting so out of character, the livestream chat went wild.

[Wait, this is what Selina's friend looks like? I just got attacked by that face!]

[She's already gorgeous and yet she’s that disciplined? Leave some hope for the rest of us!]

[Okay, I take back what I said earlier. It turns out beautiful people can restrict their eating all they want and still look flawless.]

Looking at the livestream where my face appeared half the size of hers, Selina's expression instantly darkened.

"How could you do this? That cake was for my stream! What am I supposed to eat now?"

I looked surprised. "But when you invited me, you just said we're having dinner. You never mentioned you were streaming."

Then I gave her a wounded look. "Besides, I booked this restaurant a month in advance and I am paying the bill. Am I not allowed to have any?"

"You..."

She glared at me furiously. I sneered inwardly.

This place only served regulars and VIPs, and the prices were astronomical. There was no way she could afford to eat here on her own. That was exactly why she had asked me to bring her here for dinner, so she could stream and gain followers.

The chat's tone shifted immediately.

[You were just pushing her to eat, and now you're mad that she actually did?]

[This restaurant is impossible to book, and they do not even accept regular customers. I thought Selina was famous enough by now, but it turned out that she was riding on someone else's coattails.]

Selina's face went pale. She quickly forced a smile.

"Oh my gosh, I was just kidding! You guys actually believed me? How could I not let Cece eat? I was just worried she would overdo it and get a stomachache."

I smiled slightly and pulled the entire cake toward myself.

"I actually have a pretty good appetite. I just think if I'm going to indulge, it should be worth it. Real quality is the only thing worth the calories. Time to dig in."

With that, I picked up my fork and knife and efficiently polished off the entire cake.

The livestream erupted.

[Holy crap, how does she eat that fast and still look so elegant? She didn't even get frosting on her lips!]

[I'm drooling everywhere and I can't tell if I want the cake more or her.]

[This beats watching Selina eat like that any day. Girl, you should start your own food channel!]

Selina maintained her strained smile until she ended the stream. The moment she turned to face me, her facade collapsed completely.

"What's your problem? You're always so picky about food, and yet today you just had to steal my spotlight! Are you jealous that I'm famous now? Did you come here just to leech off my followers?"

I handed her the menu with an apologetic smile. "Come on, don't be mad. I'll treat you to something else. Order whatever you want!"

She frowned and rubbed her stomach, then snatched the menu and slammed it down on the table.

"Eat? I'm too stuffed to eat anything! You pissed me off so much I'm already full!"

With that, she stormed off. I slowly sipped my tea and touched my flat, toned stomach with a smile.

She was a genuine competitive eater. A few bites of cake could never fill her up. The food transfer system I had bound to her was working perfectly. The cake I ate had been transferred to her stomach at ten times the amount.

Selina, this time around, let's see who'll come out on top.

When I got home, I started up my own food streaming account.

The competitive eating contest three months from now was when Selina rose to fame in my past life. I would crush her completely at the height of her success.

My brief appearance in her afternoon stream had boosted my popularity significantly. I struck while the iron was hot and went live that evening.

Viewers flooded into my stream. The metrics exceeded my expectations.

Unlike Selina's competitive eating angle, my appeal was high-end aesthetics and elegant dining, combined with refined plating.

Even a ten-dollar order of street food would look like a thousand-dollar fine dining experience when I ate it.

These were skills I had learned from years of collaborating with luxury brands and dining within high society. Table manners and refined taste were second nature to me now.

In just one night, I gained 30 thousand followers.

By the time I ended the stream, it was already midnight.

I had over a dozen missed calls from Selina on my phone. She must have realized I was encroaching on her territory and was furious.

I ignored them. The very next second, my front door opened and my boyfriend Derek Hayes walked in.

He looked exhausted. The moment he saw me, he demanded, "What are you thinking, starting a food channel? Eating that much will make you gain weight. Do you even want to keep modeling?"

I shook my head. "I quit."

"What?!" Derek's voice cracked with panic. "Are you insane? You just walked away from a job that pays millions a year! Did you even think about me?"

I looked up at him. "Is that all you care about?"

He froze, then immediately put on a sincere expression.

"Of course not! I'm thinking about our future. If you earn more money now, you can retire earlier and we can get married and start a family sooner!

"Babe, I'm not some scumbag. I'm working hard for our future too!"

His eight-thousand-dollar-a-month version of working hard made me want to roll my eyes so far back I could slap myself.

How had I been blind enough to fall for someone like him?

I pulled out the medical report I had prepared in advance. "I've done too many runway shows over the years. My knees are damaged. I can't keep modeling.

"Social media is booming right now, and I want to get a piece of the pie while I'm still young.

"Look at how successful Selina is. I want to try it too. If I do this right, it could be just as good as modeling!"

Derek stared at the medical report for several minutes. Then his eyes reddened and he pulled me into his arms.

"I'm so sorry, babe. This is all because I'm useless. You've had to work so hard.

"I'll support you no matter what you do! Look what I brought you!"

I looked closely. In his palm lay a red cord with a black bead strung on it.

"This is black obsidian. It's for protection."

He slipped the bracelet onto my wrist, staring into my eyes as he spoke slowly and deliberately. "You have to wear this at all times. Don't take it off for even a second."

I was about to respond when I suddenly felt my abdomen swell. It was as if something beneath my skin was expanding.

My heart tightened. Here it was.

In my past life, I constantly felt this swelling sensation under my skin.

At first, I thought I had some kind of growth, but every hospital test came back showing nothing except increasingly thick layers of fat.

Later, I learned that Selina had bound the fat transfer system to me. This swelling sensation was the feeling of fat expanding in my body whenever she consumed food.

I never knew how she had bound the system to me. Now, I finally understood.

In my past life, Derek had given me this same bead. Even when I ballooned to 200 pounds and the red cord cut into my flesh, he would not let me remove it.

This bead was the carrier for Selina's system.

I smiled at Derek. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of anything you give me."

As he leaned down to kiss me, his phone rang.

After taking the call, he said hurriedly, "Something came up at work. I have to go. Babe, I'll come see you tomorrow."

Then he strode out quickly. The air still carried traces of his cologne, the scent Selina loved most.

So they had been involved with each other this early on. Derek was one of the people who killed me.

That night, I contacted a friend who ran a jewelry business and brought the bead to her house.

The next day, that cursed bead was hidden inside Derek's leather wrap bracelet that he had left at my friend's shop for repair.

My wrist now wore an identical fake.

Watching Derek happily retrieve his bracelet, I could not help but smile slightly.

Derek, in this lifetime, you would be the one to gain weight and die.