The Hot Sauce Hex: My Ex-Roommate’s Revenge Body Chapter 1

I wasn't sick, but I chewed an entire box of antacids like jelly beans.

It was because, in my previous life, my roommate, Lina Wells, who couldn't handle a dash of pepper, transferred all the side effects of her extreme spicy food challenges onto me.

She would coolly swallow the Hellfire Buldak Ramen, while I writhed in the dorm room with stomach spasms.

She rocketed to fame as an "Eating Challenge Queen," while my tongue was scorched raw and ulcerated; even drinking water felt like swallowing razor blades.

I cried, begging my boyfriend, Brad Wilson, to save me, but he angrily shoved my hand away.

“I think you’re just jealous she’s famous! You secretly ate spicy chips and messed up your stomach, and now you’re trying to blame her!”

After that, Lina became utterly brazen. Right in front of me, she took on challenges involving the Carolina Reaper, tear-gas mustard, demon noodles, and even industrial-grade capsaicin.

I instantly hemorrhaged from my orifices and collapsed into a coma.

Doctors scoured my reports but could never find the specific pathology, concluding it was a complete physical breakdown due to extreme psychological stress.

Later, I died a painful death from massive gastrointestinal bleeding and multi-organ failure. Lina, however, became a food influencer raking in millions a year, and she lived happily ever after with my ex, Brad.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she signed up for her first spicy challenge.

* * *

“Girls, the grand prize for this Hellfire Buldak Ramen challenge is fifty thousand bucks!”

My roommate, Lina, waved her phone, showing us the fiery red contest poster.

She adjusted her hair in the mirror. “Jenna,” she said to me, “what do you think? If I win, I’ll be the first food content creator influencer at our school.”

The other roommates laughed.

“Lina, come on. Last time we got hot pot, you asked for the broth to be clear water. You want to take on extreme spice?”

Lina’s face flushed. She looked at me, seeking affirmation.

In the last life, I sincerely warned her that her stomach was sensitive and that eating such intense food would ruin her health.

She gave me a grateful smile then, only to transfer the sheer hell of the burning pain entirely onto me during the challenge.

This time, looking at her expectant eyes, the smile on my face grew wider.

“Go for it! Why wouldn't you?”

I hopped off my bed, walked over, and linked my arm through hers.

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You’ll be famous overnight.”

Lina looked stunned, clearly not expecting that reaction.

Ignoring her surprise, I pulled her toward the door, speaking loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear.

“Guys, Lina from our dorm is joining the Spicy King Challenge! She’s going to make our English department proud!”

Heads immediately popped out of doorways down the hall, all staring at Lina in surprise.

“No way! Lina’s doing it?”

“That’s savage! We have to go cheer her on!”

I pushed her gently toward the crowd, smiling. “Lina is the hope of our dorm. She’s always been secretly amazing at handling spice, but she’s just modest and doesn’t like to show off.”

“This time, for the honor of our department, she’s decided to unleash her full power!”

In the crowd, a younger student, who was filming a vlog on her phone, had her eyes light up and immediately turned her camera on us.

I subtly clocked the camera. My smile deepened.

The cheers and attention made it impossible for Lina to back down. She loved being the center of attention.

She straightened her back and stated confidently, “Of course! I always keep my word!”

Her calculating eyes focused on me.

“After all, Jenna, you’ve helped me so much. This time, I have to achieve something big and not disappoint you.”

I just smiled, saying nothing. When she tried to get close, I subtly stepped back half a pace, ensuring no skin-to-skin contact.