The Wolf of Wall Street... System Chapter 1

I actually turned into a dog.

Not my childhood sweetheart's dog, but his depressed younger brother's dog.

The System said I have to lick him a hundred times to turn back into a human.

"If it's too hard for you, forget it. After all, you like someone else."

How can I forget it?

My heart was screaming yes, please.

If his brother wasn't so aloof and unreachable, I wouldn't have liked him in the first place.

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I was reborn as a Bichon Frise belonging to a sickly, depressed boy. The System told me I needed to lick him a hundred times to become human again.

"Lick where?"

The System blushed. "Anywhere."

My paw pressed against his rock-hard abs.

Hmm, premium dog food.

"Baby, are you hungry?"

Being looked at with concern by a face as handsome as Asher's would melt even the coldest woman's heart.

The brooding, silent god of the school was calling me "Baby" in private.

I like the contrast.

I licked and slurped like a starving ghost, and his entire face turned red.

Gone was his usual pale, sickly look.

The System gave a thumbs up: [Impressive. You even got the depressed boy to overheat.]

In my memory, Asher was gloomy and sensitive.

Because he was sickly from a young age, he was always "less than" compared to his older brother.

His parents' favoritism was wider than the Pacific Ocean. Living in his brother's shadow gave him childhood trauma, he was isolated at school...

And finally, he developed depression.

The only thing he could confide in was this little Bichon.

After transmigrating into the dog, the System said: "If it's too hard, forget it. You like his brother, so this feels a bit like forcing you to cheat."

Forget it?!

My heart was screaming yes, please.

If his brother wasn't so aloof and unreachable, who would like him anyway?