The first thing Miranda saw upon rebirth was a 9-inch manhood....

What? A male p********e?

She looked at the naked man in front of her.

"You fatty, if you dare try anything on me today, I'll kill you!"

In a somewhat shabby military family apartment, a muscular man clutched a blanket; his face flushed with rage as he glared at the plump woman in the room.

His dark brown hair was slightly tousled, his thick brows knitted together, and beneath his high-bridged nose were his sexy lips. The thin blanket barely covered his firm waist, leaving his broad shoulders exposed.

Miranda Neils was stunned. Who was this man, and why was he yelling at her?!

Suddenly, her eyes caught the mirror's reflection: a chubby woman with a thick waist, short legs, and large hips, her arms as thick as columns, staring back at her in confusion.

Miranda's eyes widened in shock. "Ah!"

She let out a piercing scream, nearly slipping and falling.

Impossible!

This couldn't be real!

It had to be a dream!

She looked down at her chubby, bulky arms and legs, feeling her breath stop and her mind reel as if she'd been punched.

Just yesterday, she had been working at the hospital, on the verge of being promoted to head physician, but after consecutive shifts, she had collapsed and died in the doctor's lounge.

Now, she had woken up in the 1970s in the body of an untidy, obese military wife.

Miranda found it impossible to accept this reality. She would rather have gone straight to heaven!

To make matters worse, this lady had been married to Carson Neils for three years without sleeping with him even once.

Desperate to do so, Miranda had drugged his water and climbed into his bed when the drug took effect.

However, she had grossly underestimated her weight. As she climbed onto Carson's single military bed, it actually broke into pieces, waking Carson from his drugged slumber.

Now, Carson lay naked from the waist down because the former Miranda had forcefully stripped him naked. He clutched the blanket, sitting on the broken shards of his bed, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Miranda.

She couldn't bring herself to look at him and began to think of a way out.

According to the memories left by this body's original owner, Miranda recalled that the drug used on Carson had been stolen from her teacher's clinic.

Her teacher, a traditional herbalist, was skilled at making potent pills.

The drug Carson had ingested was called the "Pleasure Pill", a powerful aphrodisiac.

If his desire couldn't be relieved, the effects could lead to impotence or, in severe cases, permanent damage.

Although Carson's mind was hazy, his murderous gaze never left Miranda, making her certain he would strangle her if she approached.

While Miranda didn't like this body, being alive was already a gift, and she valued her life too much to risk it.

She knew she wouldn't be allowed to help Carson relieve the drug's effects physically, but she also couldn't let him suffer.

So, Miranda tried to talk to him.

"Carson, are you feeling uncomfortable? That drug you took is very strong. If you don't release the effects soon, it could..."

She crawled toward him, staring at his sexy eight-packs.

"Carson, it must be hard on you now with the drug. You need an outlet. How about I..."

"Get lost!" Carson snapped coldly, cutting her off. "Miranda, I'd rather die here than..."

However, his voice grew fainter.

If this continued, his life could be at risk.

In order to talk some sense into Carson, Miranda tried to reassure him first, "I know you don't want to, and I won't force you."

She then blushed and continued, "But even if we don't do it, you have to relieve yourself, or the drug could cause serious damage. For your health, you should... you should take care of it yourself. With your hand, of course."

Miranda's face turned crimson, and she felt as though it might burst.

Although she was thirty-two and had lived in the modern era, her long years of medical study and work left her with little experience with men.

Despite watching many films and handling her own needs, facing a naked, attractive man made her heart race.

Carson clutched the blanket, and his face darkened further.

If he weren't so weak, he would have leaped up and taken them both down.

His fierce gaze was unnerving. Miranda decided to give him some space, knowing that her presence would only make things awkward. Since she had finished instructing him, she gripped her clothes and lowered her head as she walked out.

"I'll leave you alone. Make sure to... take care of it! If you don't, you might never be able to... function again!" she added cautiously as she left the room.

Carson needed to solve this problem himself. If he did, everything could be saved. But if he valued his dignity so much and refused, Miranda knew she would be in serious trouble.

So, before closing the door, she added one last reminder.

"Start moving! You hear me? Don't hold it back! Fast and hard! That's the only way."

"Get out!!" He shouted.