“Big Sis, I want to wear white stockings.”
“Big Sis, do you think black stockings look better, or do fishnets look better?”
“Big Sis, can you help me take a picture? That’s right, just a photo of my legs.”
“Big Sis…..”
Maybe it was because he had nearly died once, but Ji Yuenián had completely come to terms with crossdressing, no longer hiding or being bashful about it. Even if he was tied to the bed, he insisted on changing into at least three different outfits a day. He might as well have written “I love crossdressing” in big letters across his face.
As for where the outfits came from, of course he had the nurse buy them and put them on Jiang Chi’s tab. What else is a scummy man for, if not to spend his money!
White stockings add beauty, black stockings add sensuality, and fishnets have both beauty and sensuality.
Jiang Chi hadn’t come for the past few days; instead, the doctor would often come by, saying it was for psychological counseling with Ji Yuenián. Of course, every time, Ji Yuenián would just drive them out!
Miss this, lady that, gender disorder this, gender barrier that—Ji Yuenián thought, so what if he liked crossdressing, liked stockings, liked high heels? He was still a strapping man through and through.
That day, just after finishing her nutritional drink, Ji Yuenián smacked her lips, the birdy aftertaste fading. Suddenly, she heard the little nurse assigned to care for her talking to someone outside her door, though she couldn’t make out the words.
Creak—the door opened, a shaft of light slipped into the room. Ji Yuenián quickly tucked her head back under the covers.
“Qingchan, I’m here. I even made your favorite seafood shrimp porridge.” A gentle male voice drifted in, followed by slow, rhythmic footsteps approaching.
“Get out! I don’t want to see you!!” came Ji Yuenián’s muffled shout from under the blanket.
She utterly despised Jiang Chi now.
He’d made her into this wretched state, locked her up, and last time had nearly strangled her to death.
Ji Yuenián told herself, so what if she’d tricked his feelings? Don’t men usually have several relationships in their lives? It’s just building experience for both sides—was that so terrible?
“Qingchan, I…”
Just as Jiang Chi started to speak again, the covers were kicked aside, revealing the person wrapped inside. Her delicate, fair face was flushed red with anger as she glared at him, eyes full of hatred and disgust.
“Get out!!”
“And stop calling me Qingchan! My name is Ji Yuenián, not Ji Qingchan!!”
“No, you are Ji Qingchan. My junior, the girl I like, the junior who used to walk to and from school with me.”
Jiang Chi spoke each word slowly, a trace of tenderness in his eyes, as if he’d gone back to those sweet days they’d once spent together.
“Are you out of your mind?!”
“I told you I was lying to you. Ji Qingchan was just a persona I made up—she never existed! She’s fake! FAKE!! Don’t you get it, Jiang Chi?!”
The girl on the bed glared at the man beside it with bloodshot eyes, wishing she could leap up and tear him to pieces.
“I understand.” Jiang Chi nodded calmly.
He understood that his Qingchan was the anima in Ji Yuenián’s heart. He understood that his Qingchan had never really disappeared. He understood that as long as Ji Yuenián completely fell into femininity, she would be his Qingchan.
Facing the girl’s wide, furious eyes, he gently rocked back and forth, a faint smile on his face. “Qingchan, let’s eat first, okay? I specially made seafood shrimp porridge for you.”
“Screw you! I told you I’m not Ji Qingchan!! Ji Qingchan is FAKE!! Do you get it or not?!”
“I know.”
“But I don’t believe it.”
Jiang Chi refused to believe his Qingchan was fake, refused to believe he’d fallen in love with a phantom that never existed, refused to believe that after Ji Yuenián’s complete fall, she still wouldn’t be his Qingchan.
They had the same interests and hobbies, the same way of thinking, the same life experiences… the only difference was gender and name.
And now, as his eyes swept over the blushing, angry girl on the bed, Jiang Chi smiled knowingly. Now, only the name is different.
Ji Yuenián completely lost it!!
Jiang Chi was like a stone in a filthy latrine: foul, unmovable, impossible to drive away. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t change anything. He was just an out-and-out obsessive maniac!!
Suddenly, Ji Yuenián’s emotions flared. If not for the restraint of the hospital gown, she’d have jumped straight off the bed. She stared intently at the object in the man’s hand.
It was a silver coin, classic and mysterious, etched with cold, hard patterns. The two sides bore different profiles—one male, one female, like some ancient symbol.
However, now, the male side had almost faded away, leaving only a blurred outline. From a distance, it looked like the profile of a long-haired, noble woman.
“Give it to me!”
“No.”
Jiang Chi deliberately teased the glaring girl and put the coin away, then bent down so that his forehead touched hers, the tip of his nose brushing her soft lips.
“Qingchan, I’ll cure you. I’m teaching myself psychology and personality theory. Very soon, I’ll heal you, believe me.”
“After all, compared to Ji Yuenián, I’d much rather you be Qingchan, my junior Ji Qingchan.”
I’ll heal you, I’ll change you, I’ll make you fall completely, I’ll make you fully accept the identity of “Ji Qingchan.”
Ji Yuenián, you owe me this!
You deceived my feelings, so you must be “Ji Qingchan”!
When the door closed again and the sunlight vanished, Ji Yuenián shoved her head into the blanket and wept bitterly.
Psychology, personality therapy.
No Ji Yuenián, only Ji Qingchan.
As Jiang Chi’s arch-enemy and a longtime lurker in various mod circles, certain blue-letter websites, and not-so-proper forums, Ji Yuenián’s mind started spinning with ideas.
First, they’d decided she had schizophrenia and locked her up for a forced personality test. Now, they wanted to do psychological therapy.
Could it be…
A string of words popped into Ji Yuenián’s head.
Brainwashing, hypnosis, personality rewriting, falling into femininity to become the owner’s favorite little fluffball.
The moment she remembered his determined words, her eyes turned red, tears streaming down her cheeks and soaking the blanket.
“Uuuuu~~ I don’t want to be Ji Qingchan!!”
She must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to end up with a freak like Jiang Chi!
*****
In stark contrast, back at the small inn, Jiang Chi was in excellent spirits. Ever since he’d realized Ji Qingchan was the anima of Ji Yuenián’s heart, he’d struggled, doubted, suffered, but in the end, he’d accepted it.
Why not? That was the girl he loved, the girl who’d pulled him out of his dull life, the girl who let him taste love for the first time. Why should he reject her?
Ji Qingchan was Ji Yuenián. Once Ji Yuenián fell completely, she would be Ji Qingchan.
Closing his notebook, Jiang Chi went to the window, pushed it open, and gazed at the scenery outside.
His face was expressionless, but in the depths of his eyes, a faint smile appeared.
So then, Ji Yuenián, fall.
I really hope you fall!
Hahahaha!!!
I’m laughing the whole time ngl. Cause all of this started because the MC was some prideful stupid asshole. Now she gave birth to a Delusional Yandere.