I'm a tool, one that others transmigrate into again and again to help them conquer the male lead.
I don't know what kind of bug the world has, but I can clearly see those outsiders taking over my body and using every trick in the book to seduce my ex-boyfriend.
In just a few short months, I've already gone through twelve different personal styles: the innocent underclassman, the cold and aloof older woman, the gentle wife, and even a mad scientist...
