The Lychee Curse Chapter 2

The three of us collectively gagged.

"Jesus," Brittany covered her nose, backing away. "That is foul."

Seeing that no one wanted a whiff, Tiffany rolled her eyes. "Ugh! None of you have any class!"

"It smells like lychee! This is a gift from the universe. This must be the legendary... Ambrosia of the Pits!"

Hearing those words again triggered my PTSD. I gritted my teeth.

In my past life, when Tiffany discovered her sweat smelled like fruit, she went manic, forcing us to smell it to prove she wasn't crazy.

Back then, I had stormed out, claiming I needed to buy groceries just to escape.

Because let’s be real: shit that smells like chocolate is still shit.

Later, I found out she really had grown a magic hair. All sweat filtered through that heart-shaped follicle turned into lychee scent. The thicker the hair grew, the stronger the scent.

Combined with the "no showering" buff, the sweat fermented into a "premium" extract.

My roommates pretended to be impressed to her face, but behind her back, they were just as disgusted as I was.

"It's so gross. How can someone not shower for that long? Her sheets are turning yellow." "The smell is everywhere. It’s suffocating." "Chloe, you sleep across from her. How do you stand it?" "You're the dorm leader. You have to do something!"

In my past life, they egged me on. I fought the nausea, scrubbed the pit, and got stabbed for my trouble.

I realized too late that they knew about the billionaire. They just wanted the smell gone but didn't want to be the ones to ruin Tiffany’s shot at wealth. So they used me as the sacrificial lamb.