My Skin Needs Touch, Their Stomachs Turn – Bad news there was something wrong with me. My body needed regular skin-to-skin contact, or it turned red, broke out in rashes, and hurt so badly I wanted to crawl out of my own body. Good news — I got dropped into a world full of therians. To keep the flare-ups under control, I bought a pair of white tiger twins. Arthur Sterling had Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Felix Sterling took Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. On Sundays, they arm-wrestled for the extra night. That Sunday, neither of them could pin the other, and I was about to suggest sharing the night when glowing comments began scrolling across my vision. [God, the villainess is disgusting.
Does she even know both male leads throw up every time she touches them?] [Poor things. They can’t even be with the girl they actually love — they’re trapped letting this hideous freak paw at them every single day.] [Whatever, Chloe’s here now. She’ll save them both. And the villainess gets skinned alive for messing with Chloe’s men. I can’t WAIT.] I jerked back so fast I nearly tripped. “Actually — never mind! Not tonight!” Between them, the twins had already shed four pieces of clothing in three seconds flat. They stared at me, half-naked and utterly confused. ***They frowned in unison. “Are you sure?” “Y-yeah.” I snatched up their shirts and shoved them back into their hands. “I’m wiped. Seriously. You two should get some sleep too.” Arthur looked me over, slow and careful. “You don’t look okay.
Want me to call a doctor?” I started to answer, but Felix already had Arthur by the arm and was pulling him toward the door. “Don’t fall for it, Arthur. She’s fine. This is another one of her games — act like she doesn’t care tonight, then squeeze more out of us tomorrow.” “She’s calling it off? Great,” Felix scoffed. “Let’s head back to base.” The door clicked shut behind them. “At least we’ll get eight full hours of sleep,” his muffled voice drifted through the wood. The comments flared back to life. [LOL, “back to base.” Sure. They’re going straight to Chloe.] [The villainess tried playing hard to get, and the male leads literally walked out. I’m screaming.] [Obviously. Chloe’s a one-in-a-million S-class woman with a 99% compatibility match with both of them. A low-tier human never stood a chance.] So that was why I’d woken up in the therian world after I died. I hadn’t been reborn. I’d been shoved into the villainess role in someone else’s love story.
Therians sat at the top of the food chain in this world, and every one of them had a rank — S, A, or B. But no one knew the nation’s most celebrated S-class white tiger twins hadn’t started as decorated generals. They’d started out dying in a cage. When I first arrived in this world, I had almost nothing. I had a little cash, no connections, and a body already falling apart from withdrawal. Touch starvation hit me fast. If I went too long without contact, anxiety hit first, then insomnia, then fevers that left me shaking and bedridden. I’d heard beast slaves were legal, so I went looking for a cheap B-class therian — anyone who could keep my symptoms under control. Instead, I found two bloodied, half-dead boys crammed into a wire cage. The merchant acted like they weren’t worth the floor space. He said their injuries had suppressed their bloodlines so badly that their therian class wouldn’t even show up on a scan.
He called them broken rejects and named a price so low it felt insulting. I couldn’t make myself walk away. I scraped together every coin I had and took them both home. After that, I worked three jobs to pay for their recovery. Every dollar went toward medical-grade ointments, painkillers, and clean bandages. I changed their dressings myself, cooked their meals, and helped them bathe when they couldn’t stand. In exchange, we made a deal — once they healed, they’d stay and help manage my condition. They agreed. Then they healed — completely. Their white tiger bloodlines came roaring back, and both of them awakened at the highest S-class tier. They were one in a million. Within three years, Arthur rose to field commander.
Felix became the military’s top sniper. But they kept their word. They stayed. Whenever one of them was sent on a mission, the other made sure to stay behind. They never left me without someone there. I should’ve been grateful, and I was — mostly. But I wasn’t stupid. I knew neither one of them wanted to be there. Arthur went quiet whenever we were together. Felix never let me forget that I wanted too much, needed too much, was too much. I used to tell myself therians simply weren’t built for tenderness.
I told myself our arrangement was transactional, and transactional was enough — I got what I needed, they paid back what they owed, and no one had to pretend it meant anything more. Now I knew how the story ended. Those two didn’t just walk away. They destroyed me. They tore me apart. And according to the comments, I’d earned every second of it by getting in Chloe Harper’s way. A chill ran down my spine. No. I had to let them go. I couldn’t do this anymore.