The Lychee Curse Chapter 1

My roommate hasn't showered in years. As a result, she evolved a single, magnificent armpit hair.

Whenever she sweats, this hair emits a bizarre scent of lychees.

She calls it her "Pit-Pourri."

Every time she raises her arm, that scent aggressively invades our nostrils, dominating the room.

As the lychee smell grew stronger, it started to sting the eyes, smelling less like fruit and more like rotting bleach.

I couldn't take it anymore. One night, while she was asleep, I snuck over and scrubbed her armpit clean.

When she woke up and realized what I’d done, she went feral. In a fit of rage, she plucked out the hair and stabbed it directly into my nostril.

I literally choked to death on an armpit hair.

"If it weren't for you, I would have married my billionaire CEO!" she screamed as I died.

That’s when I learned the truth: My roommate was in an online relationship with a billionaire who had a fetish for lychee scents.

He promised that if she could go forty-nine months without showering to crystallize the "essence," he would marry her in the wedding of the century.

Then, I opened my eyes.

I was reborn.

Seeing my roommate once again lost in her delusion of dating a billionaire, I decided to take a different approach this time.

I’m going to sit back, relax, and watch that hair grow.

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"Holy crap, what is happening? You guys, look at this hair!"

The moment I opened my eyes, a piercing shriek rattled my brain.

The terror of being stabbed to death in my past life surged back instantly. Who would have thought an armpit hair could be a murder weapon?

I blinked, realizing I was back.

Tiffany was standing in the middle of the dorm room, making a scene.

She excitedly raised her arm, showing off a thick, solitary hair sprouting from her pit.

"Pay attention to me! I suddenly grew a heart-shaped hair! It's long and thick!"

"If you don't look now, you might miss the miracle!"

Ashley, who was usually Tiffany’s little minion, laughed. "Is that hair for my eyes only, or is it a public exhibit?"

Ashley looked up, and her line of sight went straight into Tiffany’s exposed armpit.

Her face turned green instantly.

"Tiffany! Are you sick? Why are you showing us that? It’s body hair, not a diamond ring! What’s next, showing us a hemorrhoid?"

Ashley was crude, but she wasn't wrong.

Tiffany pouted, looking wronged. "It's different! My armpit hair isn't like other girls' armpit hair! You guys have no artistic taste."

She paused, her expression turning serious as she scanned the room.

"Looking at it... I feel something strange in my heart."

"I feel... a sudden urge to smell it."

Before Ashley, Brittany, and I could react, Tiffany buried her nose deep into her own armpit and inhaled like a vacuum cleaner.

"Oh my god!!" She lifted her head, eyes sparkling. "It’s lychee! My armpit smells like fresh lychees! You guys have to smell this!"