My roommate had a strange obsession with taking cold showers on the balcony.

She claimed it helped detox her body and brightened her skin.

I warned her, “You should be more mindful of your privacy.”

However, she only laughed, accusing me of being jealous of her flawless figure.

Then, disaster struck. Her shower photos were leaked online, and soon after, thugs showed up at our door, demanding to humiliate her.

Instead of taking responsibility, she turned on me. “It’s her! She’s the shameless one showering on the balcony!”

Betrayed and defenseless, I was dragged into the woods and left to die, my life snuffed out in humiliation and pain.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on that fateful day—the day my roommate took her first cold shower on the balcony.

"Avis, could you grab my body wash? It’s on my desk. I'm busy showering; I can't go over to get it."

On the balcony, my roommate, Linda Lowe, was indulging in her cold shower, basking in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Our dorm wasn’t on a high floor, and anyone passing below could easily glance up to enjoy the view.

But Linda didn’t care. Far from it—she seemed to revel in it, swaying her body with exaggerated movements as though she couldn’t wait to flaunt herself.

The boys in the neighboring dormitory had a clear view, and some even took detours past our building just to sneak a better look.

Watching her shamelessly flaunting herself made my blood boil. I clenched my fists, trembling with anger, wishing I could end her smug display right then and there.

This scene was identical to what happened in my previous life.

Suppressing my fury, I reminded myself that now wasn’t the time to act. Killing her outright would be far too merciful. I wanted her to face the consequences of her actions, to reap what she had sown. Only then would I feel truly satisfied.

With a blank stare, I walked over to her desk and picked up the bottle of body wash. If she loved showering on the balcony so much, I’d let her stay there and enjoy it to the fullest.

In my past life, Linda had come across a post online claiming that cold showers followed by sunbathing could detoxify the body, brighten skin, and even give a healthy tan. She believed every word of it and started copying the routine immediately.

At first, she’d shower in the dorm’s first-floor bathroom, then wrap herself in a towel to sunbathe on the balcony. That was tolerable.

But later, she decided it was too much trouble to move back and forth, so she installed a makeshift shower on the balcony.

Her reasoning? It saved time and maximized the detox benefits of simultaneous showering and sunbathing.

Sunbathing, in itself, wasn’t unusual.

But our dorm was on the third floor, and the balcony was entirely transparent. Anyone passing by only had to glance up to see everything. Most people used their balconies to dry laundry.

However, Linda used hers to show herself off.

I worried she might attract the attention of someone dangerous, so I draped a towel over Linda and pulled her back into the dorm room.

I warned her gently, “This isn't safe. The balcony's completely exposed, and that could attract the wrong kind of attention.”

However, Linda responded with a cold laugh. She dismissed my concern entirely, seeming almost thrilled at the idea of being watched.

She yanked off the towel I had given her and snapped, “Why don’t they watch anyone else, huh? Only me? That proves I’m attractive! It's the 21st century. Are you seriously still worried about this? What are you, some ancient fossil from the Victorian era? So old-fashioned.”

Then, with a smirk, she added, “I think you’re just jealous that my figure is better than yours.”

Her ridiculous reasoning left me speechless. I could only let her continue her balcony showers.

Later, someone posted photos of her showering on the university’s confession wall. While her face was blurred, her private areas were captured in shocking detail.

The campus buzzed with gossip as students speculated about the identity of the girl in the pictures. Some crude boys even joked about buying microscopes so they could camp out beneath the dorm and get a better look.

The dormitory quickly became a spectacle, drawing male students from all over campus and even thugs from outside the school. It disrupted our lives to the point of chaos.

The situation infuriated the female students. Outraged by the invasion of privacy and the harassment, the women on campus banded together to demand action, submitting a petition in collective protest.

The whole school group chat erupted in anger, condemning Linda for being shameless, indecent, and seducing other people’s boyfriends.

Linda, furious, fought back in the chat. She taunted them, claiming their average looks and lackluster figures were to blame.

"If your boyfriends can't keep their eyes off me, that's on you."

Her inflammatory comments were quickly screenshotted and shared on forums and social media. The situation spiraled out of control, gaining massive attention and even trending online.

Public outrage intensified, and Linda became the target of relentless cyberbullying.

At school, female students formed a so-called “anti-scandal squad,” vowing to expose the girl in the photos. Some even threatened to strip her in public as punishment.

Before the anti-scandal squad could act, a group of thugs from outside the campus arrived, demanding the girl in the photos to spend the night with them.

In a panic, Linda realized things were spiraling out of control. Desperate to save herself, she turned on me without hesitation. She accused me of being the girl in the photos and claimed that I was the one who had insulted everyone in the group chat.

Unfortunately, Linda had used my account to post those comments, leaving me unable to defend myself.

As the thugs dragged me away, I desperately pleaded with our other roommate, Layla Quinn, to help.

But Layla sided with Linda, her tone cold and dismissive. “Avis, don’t pin your mess on Linda. Own up to what you’ve done. It’s just having your clothes ripped off. It’s not a big deal. You should take responsibility for your actions.”

With that, I was dragged to a nearby wooded area, where I was brutally assaulted and left to die. The thugs stripped me naked and dumped my lifeless body on the street.

Passersby spat on me, cursing me for being shameless. My corpse was left to decay in the open, forgotten and discarded.

Meanwhile, Linda walked away unscathed. She even posted an “apology” on my behalf, claiming she’d tried to stop me many times, but I refused to change.

The comment section flooded with sympathy for her and condemnation for me. Using the incident to her advantage, Linda skyrocketed to fame as a social media influencer, raking in endorsements and brand deals.

And me? I was left to rot on the streets, my name smeared, my dignity shattered, with no one to mourn me.

Thankfully, as if by divine intervention, I was given a chance to settle the score. This time, I would make Linda and Layla pay for everything they’d done.

“Avis? What are you doing? Hurry up and bring it over!”

Linda’s impatient voice snapped me out of my thoughts. She was growing annoyed at my lack of response.

I smiled faintly, my gaze locking on her. Handing her the bottle of body wash, I said, “Here, take it. Don’t rush. Didn’t you say the longer you shower and sunbathe, the better the results? Take your time and let the sunlight even out your glow.”

Linda grabbed the bottle, instantly appeased, and began lathering herself up. As she spread the soap across her body, she asked, “Avis, do you think I’ve changed lately? Has my skin improved?”

I glanced down at the crowd gathering below.

Morning classes had just ended, and the area was bustling with people.

Feigning sincerity, I nodded and praised her. “Of course! Outdoor showering followed by sunbathing is perfect for detoxing and tightening your skin. You were already gorgeous, but now you’re even more radiant. Your skin looks so smooth and soft.”

The flattery made Linda beam with pride, and she became even more enthusiastic. At first, she’d only been standing under the water, rinsing herself off. Now, she squatted down, spreading her legs to wash her private areas in full view of anyone outside.

I noticed a student in the opposite building lift his phone to start taking pictures.

In my past life, Linda’s photos were leaked with her face blurred, giving her the opportunity to frame me without evidence to clear my name.

This time, I wasn’t going to let that happen.

As Linda stood up, I deliberately called out her name.

“Linda! Do you need a towel?”

Startled, Linda instinctively turned toward me, just as the voyeur snapped a picture that clearly captured her face.

My voice was loud and clear, drawing the attention of the onlookers below. Whispers spread rapidly through the crowd.

“So that exhibitionist is Linda Lowe? She’s so shameless!”

“Right? She doesn’t look like a student at all—more like someone selling herself.”

The whispers and pointed fingers from the crowd reached Linda’s ears, and her expression instantly darkened.

"Avis! You did this on purpose, didn’t you? With so many people downstairs, you just wanted to embarrass me!"

“Oh, so you do know how to feel embarrassed. Seems like you aren’t entirely shameless after all. Perhaps the way you framed me in the past life wasn’t accidental either,” I thought.

Feigning innocence, I put on a hurt expression and said, "I was worried you’d get cold from staying out here too long. Why would I want to harm you? Look at you, Linda. You’re so captivating that even a simple shower has everyone watching.

“Just look at those men. They’re completely mesmerized. If I had a body as perfect as yours, I’d shower on the balcony too."

I forced out those insincere words, barely managing to keep myself from gagging.

Linda, soaking up my flattery, let out a smug huff and continued with her shower. "Hmph, of course, I’m irresistible."

Then, she shot me a disdainful glance, her tone dripping with scorn. "But you? Please. With your flat chest? Even if you were to strip bare, no one would bother looking."

I curved my lips into a faint smile and said nothing.

“Go ahead, laugh. Soon, you’ll have no reason to,” I thought.

Just as I expected, by the next day, Linda’s photos were plastered all over the university’s confession page.

The caption read:

"To the student in question: Please be mindful of your image and stop flaunting yourself. The school provides proper showers. Why insist on bathing on the balcony? Are you trying to seduce someone? Most of the men here already have girlfriends. Cover yourself up. Don’t you think this is disgraceful?"

Zooming in on the photo, I saw Linda squatting as she washed her private areas, a look of bliss on her face. As in my past life, her face was blurred with a mosaic filter.

The post spread like wildfire, causing an uproar in the university’s group chat.

It was only a matter of time before Linda's identity surfaced, traced back to a voice supposedly heard shouting in the dorm's central courtyard.

The female students were unrelenting, condemning her actions as indecent and immoral, saying she was a disgrace to the school.

Meanwhile, many of the male students, thoroughly entertained, only fueled the chaos. Some outright encouraged her behavior, making crude remarks:

“She’s doing charity work. At least let’s tip her for the free show!”

“Why pay for this outside when she’s giving it to us for free? What a saint!”

“You women are just jealous because her body is better than yours.”

The group chat became fiercely polarized.

I casually handed my phone to Linda, pretending to be concerned.

“Linda, maybe you should stop showering on the balcony. Even though your skin looks amazing now, and you’re more stunning than ever, this is drawing too much attention. People are starting to criticize you.

“Why not head downstairs to the communal showers and come back up to sunbathe? It would be just as effective.”

Linda glanced at the stream of hateful messages in the chat and exploded. She threw my phone to the floor and began raging, stomping around the dorm in fury.

“Jealous witches! Those ugly girls can’t stand that I’m prettier than them! They’re just bitter! They’re picking on me because they’re ugly and insecure! Yes, I have a great body, and yes, I’m beautiful! No matter how much they hate it, they can’t change it!”

Feigning sympathy, I picked up my phone and patted her shoulder, continuing to stoke the flames.

“You’re right. You were just taking a shower. It’s not like you did anything wrong. And look, there are so many guys supporting you. That’s all because of your charm.”

Linda’s expression softened slightly, but the tension lingered.

“Still, maybe it’s best not to fight with them. Let it go, okay?”

As expected, my words triggered her. She jumped to her feet, indignant.

“Why should I let it go? I didn’t do anything wrong! They’re the ones causing trouble!”

She grabbed my phone, intending to fire back at the chat.

Fortunately, I had set a passcode in advance. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t unlock it.

“What kind of useless phone is this?”

I quickly snatched the phone from her hands. If she got hold of it again, I’d end up taking the blame for everything.