Ellie Golden and the Mischievous Transformation: Even an Ugly, Fat Girl Can Become a Handsome, Elite Guy

Chapter 1

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When I opened my eyes, the white lace canopy was swaying gently in the breeze.

My body felt unusually heavy.

I didn't know where I was.

My bedroom doesn't have a canopy bed, and none of my friends own a house with such luxurious décor.

Apparently, I did it again.

No, it's more accurate to say I got laid again.

Most likely, this is the worst-case scenario where I picked up some woman at a club, pub, or bar, slept with her, blacked out from drinking too much, and now I don't remember a thing. This place must be a hotel. A love hotel. No doubt about it.

I shook my heavy head from side to side.

I thought there might be a strange woman beside me, but that wasn't the case. Instead, a clean-looking white washbasin sat on the table next to the bed, with an equally clean-looking towel draped over it. The room was about ten tatami mats in size, with a tasteful carpet laid out.

The furnishings included a bed, a luxurious-looking wardrobe, and a few chairs. All of them looked expensive, with an elegant British style.

A hospital?

No, it's far too extravagant for that. The more I looked, the stranger it seemed.

A canopy bed, a simple dark brown carpet made of some unknown material. Strange patterns were carved into the bed railings, and at the end of one was a thumb-sized carving of a woman modeled after some unfamiliar god. On closer inspection, the furniture, though seemingly high-end, felt more clunky than elegant. It was the epitome of a medieval-style setting.

Rather than "luxurious," it would be more accurate to call it "retro."

...I was starting to feel a bit anxious.

I replayed what had happened after work last night.

I shouted "Thank God it's Friday!" and went out with my coworkers to Roppongi, ate at our usual upscale Japanese restaurant, then hit a bar for drinks, booked a VIP seat at a club, and toasted with champagne again and again while swapping girls.

We drank a ton, also to celebrate a coworker's promotion.

I swung my tie around and danced like crazy.

After that, I took two girls I liked and headed outside.

Up to that point, I remember clearly.

Beyond that, my memory was like a fog.

My instincts were warning me that something extremely important had happened and I needed to remember it.

The more I tried to recall, the faster my heart pounded, and my head felt like it would explode from anxiety. A bad feeling surged through me, and sweat burst from every pore.

Disgusting cold sweat dripped from my forehead.

What the hell did I do after that?

How did it come to this?

I had to remember again.

I clearly remembered booking the VIP seat at the club. The third girl I hit on had beautiful legs that I couldn't stop touching. Her skin was pale and smooth—it felt amazing.

No, no, that's not it. What happened after that?

I grabbed that girl, and my coworker was leaning on some gal-looking party chick.

We were all drunk.

Then we left the venue, saying we'd go for another round...

That's right, we called a taxi.

I remembered up to that point—then a chilling realization made my whole body tremble.

That's right...

After that, I...

—I was run over by a speeding black luxury car.