The human race and the beastfolk signed a marriage alliance.
My foolish half-sister, infatuated with handsome men, rushed to marry the Golden Snake Lord first.
I could only marry the toad lord, whose face was covered in bumps.
Little did she know the Golden Snake was cold by nature and liked to sleep with her in dark places.
After a few days, he grew bored with her and handed her over to his underlings for their amusement.
Unable to bear the torment, my half-sister dragged her exhausted body home, but Father slapped her and said,
"You little brat! Even if you die, you have to die in your husband's house."
My half-sister went mad. When I came to visit her, she stabbed me to death with a hairpin.
When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the day we were to choose our beastfolk husbands.
This time, my half-sister rushed to the bumpy-faced toad lord first.
I was secretly delighted.
This time, I wouldn't be the one suffering humiliation.
