From the Start, the Soldier Coaxed Me into Living with Him

The System finished loading, and I found myself in the 1970s as a stunningly beautiful educated youth.

I had just checked into a county-town inn when, in the middle of the night, an armed soldier burst through the door.

His eyes burned as he fixed them on me. “It’s necessary for the mission. We’ll pretend to be married for now.”

Forced to share a bed, he lay stiffly beside me, a suspicious blush creeping across his face.

At dawn, he suddenly rolled over and pinned me down. “Comrade, I have to take responsibility for you.”