After the Restriction-Novel Heroine Transmigrated Into a Jinjiang Novel

I'm a professional transmigrator. My job is to enter small worlds and move the plot forward. After being assigned to one of those novels that even dogs wouldn't read, my daily work was to find the plot amid all kinds of wildly imaginative play scenarios.

Even though this world had no feelings and was all about action, I still worked diligently, moving the plot forward while experiencing every kind of play.

But I still failed the mission!

Disheartened, I was assigned to a Jinjiang novel, and only then did I learn what it meant to be a heaven-chosen employee's paradise.

When I cleaned up the drunken stench of a drunk young heir from a financial conglomerate, making him feel the warmth of home, I struggled to help him into the bathtub.

He only leaned against the edge with bleary eyes, gazing at me with those dark eyes beneath his damp, tousled hair. He thanked me in a low voice and cooperated, instead of pulling me into the water.

When I was on the beach with a sunny, athletic guy, rubbing sunscreen onto each other,

he only breathed a little heavily, focusing intently as his scorching fingertips rubbed in circles and smoothed the lotion over every inch of my back, instead of jumping onto my beach chair and pinning me down.

When I was reporting work to an elite CEO in his unlocked office, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

He only ran his knuckles slowly over the documents I handed him and invited the person in without even looking up, instead of covering my mouth, telling me to be quiet, and pressing me against the desk without hesitation.

When I had dinner with a playboy in a private room at an upscale restaurant, admiring the enchanting night view beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows,

he only considerately served me food and smiled as he watched me swallow, instead of pulling me to the window, thoughtfully telling me to hold on, and pinning me against the reflections of neon lights and passing traffic.

As I watched the plot progress bar climb higher and higher, tears of happiness streamed down my face.

Until one day, the System updated with a new feature that let me see the novel content generated after I moved the plot forward.

I eagerly opened the story, but went dumb when I saw their inner thoughts.

The financial heir in the bathtub: [You'd look good soaking wet.]

The sunny guy applying sunscreen: [It'd be beautiful watching it sway.]

The elite CEO listening to my report: [How good would that voice sound crying out?]

The playboy admiring the view: [I want to fuck.]

Me: ?

That's not how the plot is written!

Tips:

※ The main story is in third person.

※ A harem, Mary Sue, and male competition story, with a battlefield of romantic rivals everywhere.

※ Temporarily one-on-one pairings.

※ The events in the blurb will all happen.

[2025.3.6]

Theme: Look beyond appearances to see the truth