Plunder My Beauty Enjoy My Broken Body!

I was born without a uterus. It was a secret I kept from everyone, even my parents.

On my eighteenth birthday, my parents found their biological daughter.

At her welcome-home gala, the real heiress, Melody, held her champagne glass and clinked it against mine.

The moment our glasses touched, a cold, mechanical voice rang clearly in my head:

[Ding! Target detected: Seraphina Vance. Level: Top-tier beauty. Initiate plunder?]

Melody screamed in her mind:

[Yes! Plunder it all! Why does she get to enjoy my life so effortlessly?! I want it all back! Her face, her grace, everything!]

[Command confirmed. Plunder initiated. Irreversible.]

A moment later, a strange warmth bloomed deep in my lower abdomen.

And Melody suddenly looked radiant, her skin glowing under the chandelier.

She looked at me, a sweet, triumphant smile playing on her lips.

"Sera, I hope we get along."

I met her eyes and curled my lips into a gentle smile.

"Welcome home, Melody."

It was as if she had been digitally enhanced.

Her features softened, her skin turned translucent, and standing under the light, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

The guests began to whisper.

"Was the real Vance daughter always this gorgeous?"

"The Vance genetics are insane."

"Sera used to be the star, but tonight she looks... a bit faded, doesn't she?"

I heard it all.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror.

My features were the same, but the sharp, captivating allure was gone.

I looked like a porcelain vase that had lost its glaze.

Still clean, but no longer priceless.

Richard Vance quickly recovered, pulling Melody to the center of the room to introduce her to the crowd.

"This is Melody. Our biological daughter. The true heiress of the Vance empire."

Melody stood in the center of the crowd, soaking in the admiration.

Occasionally, she glanced at me, the smugness in her eyes barely concealed.

I ignored her, set my glass down, and walked out onto the balcony.

The night breeze brushed against me, but the warmth in my lower abdomen hadn't faded.

It felt completely foreign.

When I was fifteen, I realized I was different from other girls.

While they complained about period cramps and whispered about tampons, I had nothing.

I secretly went to the hospital.

The diagnosis was cold and absolute:

Congenital absence of uterus and vaginal aplasia. MRKH Syndrome.

From that day on, I locked that secret away.

The Vance family arranged annual physicals for me, but I always paid a private clinic to falsified my gynecological records to avoid deep exams.

I knew my family too well.

If they found out I was sterile, my engagement to Julian Sterling would be instantly terminated.

I would go from being the Vance family's most exquisite ornament to their most embarrassing piece of trash.

Halfway through the party, I went to the restroom to touch up my makeup.

Just as I reached the corner, I heard Melody's muffled, ecstatic laughter.

She was hiding behind the terrace door, tracing her face with trembling fingers.

"System, did it work?"

The robotic voice rang again.

[Top-tier beauty plunder complete.]

[Transfer progress: 100%.]

[Target Seraphina's aesthetic aura has been significantly weakened.]

Melody's voice shook with excitement.

"It's irreversible, right? She can never take it back?"

[Once the command is executed, it cannot be undone.]

"Perfect."

She let out a low laugh.

"Sera actually has a day like this. She occupied my spot for eighteen years. Why did everyone love her? Now, her face is mine. Next, I want her fianc, her poise, and that high-and-mighty attitude she always has in a crowd."

I stood silently behind the wall, listening to every word.

So, she was that happy.

When a prey willingly bites the hook, the last thing you want to do is startle it.

I gently placed my hand over my lower abdomen.

A trace of that warm sensation still lingered there.

It felt like a crack was being pried open in a place that had been frozen for eighteen years.

Melody thought she was stealing my face.

But she didn't know.

Once you start taking things that don't belong to you, you can't stop.

And what I wanted was never just that face.

The next day, I went to the hospital alone.

Eleanor Vance was too busy taking Melody to Tiffany's to care about me. No one in the family had time for me anymore.

Dr. Avery stared at my scan results for a long time.

She pulled up my records from three months ago, comparing them side by side.

Her professional composure cracked, replaced by utter disbelief.

"Sera, have you undergone any experimental treatments recently?"

"No."

She pushed the scan toward me.

"This is medically impossible."

"What changed?" I asked.

Dr. Avery lowered her voice.

"Your previous diagnosis was clear: congenital absence of uterus. But today's pelvic ultrasound shows... the formation of a uterine-like structure."

My fingertips tightened.

"Is it fully developed?"

"Not yet. It's like a shadow, an outline. And the vaginal canal shows signs of lengthening."

She stared at me.

"In medical history, a spontaneous reversal like this is practically nonexistent."

I looked down at the black-and-white scan.

My eyes stung, but my abdomen felt warm.

When I walked out of the hospital, my fianc, Julian Sterling, was leaning against his car, holding a cup of warm water.

"Why didn't you call me to pick you up?"

"Don't you have to accompany Melody today?"

He frowned.

"Why would I do that?"

I smiled and took the cup.

"Just asking."

He studied my face, concern in his eyes.

"You look pale."

"Just tired from the exams," I replied softly.

He opened the passenger door for me.

"Let's get you home."

As the car pulled away, I caught a glimpse of a figure in the rearview mirror.

Melody was standing behind a concrete pillar in the hospital lobby, glaring at us.

She looked even more beautiful today than yesterday.

But the jealousy in her eyes was also far heavier.

Once Melody got her new face, she was desperate to prove herself.

She began showing up around Julian constantly.

Eleanor played along perfectly.

One day, she'd claim Melody was new to the high-society circle and needed Julian to guide her. The next day, she'd say Melody was feeling down and ask Julian to drop her off.

Julian refused most of the time.

His rejections were cold and direct.

"I'm busy."

"Have your driver do it."

"Ask Mrs. Vance."

Every time, the smile on Melody's face grew stiffer.

I watched it all unfold and said nothing.

At the end of the month, Julian's mother, Victoria Sterling, hosted her birthday charity gala.

Eleanor took Melody to pick out gowns three days in advance.

They chose a haute couture silver gown for Melody, making her look like a rare winter rose.

When it was my turn, Eleanor casually pointed at a plain, muted grey dress.

"You shouldn't wear anything too bright lately, Sera."

I nodded.

"This is fine."

Melody stood in front of the mirror, smiling sweetly.

"Sera looks elegant even in plain colors."

I met her gaze.

"Thank you, Melody."

She hated how calm I was.

She wanted to see me break.

She wanted to see me lose my mind because I was losing my beauty.

But the calmer I remained, the more anxious she became.

At the gala, Melody presented Victoria with a rare, vintage Cartier brooch.

It was incredibly expensive.

Victoria accepted it with a polite, polite "Thank you, how thoughtful."

When it was my turn, I handed over a modest, velvet box.

Inside was a rare, first-edition sheet music folio of Chopin.

At last year's gala, Victoria had casually mentioned that her late grandmother used to play these exact arrangements.

I had remembered.

Victoria opened the box, and her eyes instantly softened.

"Sera, how did you find this?"

"I got lucky at an auction."

She pulled me down to sit next to her, asking how I had been.

Melody stood a few feet away, her face darkening by the second.

She had the perfect face now.

But Victoria still wouldn't look at her.

Halfway through the dinner, I went to the terrace for some fresh air.

Through the half-open glass door, I heard Melody cornering Julian.

"What does she have that I don't?"

Julian's voice was deadpan.

"Melody, you don't need to compare yourself to Sera."

"Why not? I am the biological Vance daughter! She is just an imposter! Even her face isn't as beautiful as mine now. Why are you still looking at her?"

A few seconds of silence followed.

Then Julian spoke, his tone chillingly indifferent.

"Because she is Seraphina."

That one sentence crushed Melody's pride into dust.

A second later, I heard her calling her system in her mind.

[I want whatever it is that keeps Julian obsessed with her.]

[I want her sexual allure. Her feminine attraction.]

The system's voice warned:

[Warning. This attribute is deeply bound to the target's intimate relationships, reproductive expectations, and physical costs. Plundering will result in an irreversible transfer of these physical conditions.]

Melody grit her teeth.

"Do it."

A sharp, electric sting spread from deep within my lower abdomen.

I gripped the terrace railing.

It wasn't painful.

It felt more like a heavy, suffocating lock was finally being clicked open.

When Melody stepped out from behind the door, her face was slightly pale, but her eyes were manic.

She saw me and smirked.

"Sera, what are you doing out here?"

"Getting some air."

She stepped closer, whispering, "Don't you think the wind is freezing tonight?"

I smiled gently.

"Is it? I actually think spring is coming."

The next day, I fainted in the campus library.

Melody immediately rushed over to hold me, her eyes red as she sobbed, "Sera, we are family. Please stop pushing me away."

The moment her arms wrapped around me, the system initiated the final phase of the extraction.

My vision went black, and my ears buzzed.

When I woke up in the clinic, the doctor said it was just low blood sugar.

Melody was sitting by my bed, holding my hand.

"Sera, you scared me to death."

She put on a flawless performance.

Several classmates around us were visibly moved.

"Melody is actually so sweet to her."

"Yeah, there's no need for the adopted sister to be so hostile."

I pulled my hand back.

"I need to use the restroom."

The moment the stall door locked behind me, I looked down.

There was a spot of blood on my underwear.

I stared at it, frozen.

For eighteen years.

I was seeing my very first period.

My throat tightened, and tears hot and fast blurred my vision.

An overwhelming wave of ecstasy flooded my chest.

I had a uterus.

I gently touched my abdomen. I could finally be a normal woman.

I could fall in love, get married, and carry my own child without carrying the weight of being "defective."

My phone buzzed.

It was Julian.

He called me by his usual nickname.

"Sera."

But his next words were completely different.

"Melody was crying for hours."

I said nothing.

His voice dropped, carrying a hint of frustration.

"She genuinely wants to make peace with you. Why do you have to humiliate her?"

I gripped the phone.

"I humiliated her?"

"Sera, stop acting clueless," he snapped, accusing me for the first time. "She just came back to the family. She's insecure. You've enjoyed the Vance lifestyle for eighteen years, and you're engaged to me. You took so much from her. Do you really have to play the victim now?"

I listened to his voiceonce so familiar, now so cold.

It was like watching a cherished photo get splattered with mud.

"So?" I asked.

"I'm coming over to your house tonight," he said. "The engagement was always an alliance between the Vance and Sterling families. Now that the real daughter is back, the engagement should be returned to her."

Returned to her.

He said it so casually.

As if my eighteen years of life were just a coat I was keeping warm for Melody.

"Is this your decision?" I asked quietly.

"Yes." He paused, delivering the final blow. "It's only fair to everyone."

I let out a soft laugh.

"You change fast, Julian."

He was silent for a few seconds. When he spoke again, his tone was icy.

"Don't use that tone with me, Sera. You used to be reasonable."

I hung up.

When I returned to the Vance estate that evening, Julian was already there.

Melody was sitting next to him, his jacket draped over her shoulders.

Eleanor looked relieved. Richard looked pleased.

Seeing me walk downstairs, Julian stood up.

"Sera, we need to talk."

"No need," I said. "I heard you on the phone."

He frowned. "Good."

In front of my parents, he placed the Sterling family engagement ring on the coffee table.

"Mr. and Mrs. Vance, I'd like to officially transfer the engagement to Melody."

Eleanor gasped, her face lighting up with joy.

Melody's eyes welled with tears. "Julian..."

Julian looked at me. His eyes no longer held any warmth, only a condescending pity.

"Sera, you need to understand your place. Melody is the true Vance. You've enjoyed eighteen years of a life that didn't belong to you. Don't stand in her way now."

The living room fell into a suffocating silence.

I looked at him. He was completely under the system's influence.

I smiled faintly.

"Okay."