“Come, have some tea to soothe your throat. Just brewed Longjing, the flavor is perfect.”
In a room newly renovated with mirrors embedded all around, Jiang Chi sat on the bed, cradling a teacup in his hands, and offered it to the person before him.
The person in front of him wore a loose black nightgown, half-reclined at the head of the bed. Her long hair cascaded freely, revealing a fair, slender neck and exquisitely beautiful collarbones. If one looked closer, glimpses of spring could be faintly seen—an utterly enchanting sight.
“Chi-bao, what are we playing today? You promised something new.” The beauty didn’t take the teacup but instead lazily raised her jade-like foot and gently nudged the person at the edge of the bed.
The nightgown shifted slightly. If anyone peered inside, they would catch a flicker of pink trembling within the dense, dark forest, stirring an expression of languid pleasure on the beauty’s face.
Seeing that she had no intention of taking the teacup, Jiang Chi could only withdraw his hand slowly, then gently patted the neatly arranged bundle of red ropes beside him.
“Ropes?” The beauty’s lips curved in a half-smile, one brow raised. She rolled over, propping her chin with both hands, gazing up at the man before her with a coquettish, impish air.
“I didn’t expect you, Chi-bao, to be so talented. You even know how to do this.”
Hearing “Chi-bao” again, Jiang Chi’s face twitched. Looking down at the sultry, breathy, utterly bewitching beauty on the bed—a full-blown femme fatale—his thoughts grew complicated. It was truly difficult to connect the alluring woman before him with Ji Yuennian, the brash school tyrant he remembered.
“Chi-bao, don’t look at me like that. No matter how many times you look, you won’t get it. You can only touch.”
The beauty parted her rosy lips, speaking slowly. Her enchanting gaze accidentally swept over the bundle of red rope, and she couldn’t help but feel parched, subconsciously licking the corner of her lips.
“But, but, if your new trick makes me feel good, I could use my hand to help you out once.”
Jiang Chi: ……..
Aunt Huang, it’s a good thing your second child spent the first seventeen years as a man. If he had been born a woman—such a beauty from a young age—who knows how many men would have been ruined by now.
During this period, not only had Jiang Chi come to know TS-girl Ji Yuennian more intimately—both physically and psychologically—but Ji Yuennian had also learned things from Jiang Chi. For example, how her identity had been uncovered, and also that Jiang Chi was once the top donor “Chi Dragon Baby Loves Bathing” on Bao Yue’s streams.
So now, it’s “Chi-bao” with every sentence, as if the two of them were very close.
“Chi-bao, stop staring. I’m a man, a real man, I don’t like guys~~”
Even after the gender swap, even after accepting so many little toys, even after having her body touched more than once by her mortal enemy, the beautiful, regal Ji Yuennian still insisted she was a real man!!
Jiang Chi’s lips twitched.
Right now, he really, really wanted to pin this stubborn tsundere beauty down, ravage, dominate, and play with her, then caress her belly, full of his seed, and ask: “Are you still a real man now!!”
After silently reciting “sorry, Ji Qingchan” several times—since this body was originally meant for Qingchan—Jiang Chi finally managed to calm the evil urge within him. He picked up the bundle of red rope and, saying nothing more, got straight to work.
*****
Loop after loop, the red rope wound around the beauty’s fair, slender neck. The vivid red wrapped around the delicate, soft nape, sending a strange, stimulating sensation rushing straight to her heart.
She closed her eyes, hands behind her back, long curled lashes trembling like fluttering wings. Waves of odd sensation struck her heart, making her unconsciously let out a low moan.
“Mmm… ah…” The beauty whimpered, her voice overflowing with charm and affection, her body seeming as if it were being possessed, tingling unbearably.
The numb, tingling sensation spread from her blood vessels throughout her body, and two faint blushes crept onto her cheeks.
Though this bizarre sensation was painful, it was indescribably wonderful, as if she were a little boat, swaying powerlessly while watching herself from above. That feeling of being bent to the limit—painful, yet full of enjoyment; time dragging on unbearably, wanting release but not wanting release, both tormented and blissful.
“Pa!” With a crisp smack, five vivid finger marks instantly appeared on the beauty’s fair buttocks. The tingling jolt raced through her limbs and bones, leaving her feeling like jelly—utterly limp, unable to summon any strength.
“Jiang Jiang Chi… you!” She glared angrily at the man opposite her, eyes filled with grievance and hatred.
“What do you mean, ‘you’?!” The man slapped again, making the beauty gasp and pant, her face blushing crimson, beautiful eyes glaring fiercely at him.
“School tyrant, head of the sports club, yet look at you now, helpless under my hands!”
“I’ll beat you, you roast chicken.”
“You’re a man, but even more seductive than a woman!”
“Ji Yuennian, what’s left of your manliness? Do you still have the right to call yourself Ji Yuennian?”
“The Ji Yuennian I knew wasn’t anything like this mess you are now!”
“Still a real man? Ha!”
The man’s large hand landed on her soft buttocks, one slap after another, as if venting all his pent-up frustrations.
His strength wasn’t great, but it still made her burst into tears.
“No, no, I’m Ji Yuennian, I’m a real man.” The beauty sobbed, her voice choked with tears.
She struggled, she wept, desperately turning her face away, unwilling to meet those violent blue eyes.
She wanted to escape from her own shameful self at this moment, but happened to meet her own gaze in the mirrored glass beside her.
She looked up—every wall in the room was glass, even the ceiling a pale blue pane. Wherever she turned, all she could see was herself.
Above—her eyes reddened from crying.
To the left—her hands bound behind her back.
To the right—her buttocks being spanked.
In front—her face flushed with shame.
Behind—herself, weeping from being beaten.
Beauty, beauty, beauty—everywhere a beauty, but nowhere Ji Yuennian. Gone was the powerful Ji Yuennian, gone was the masculine Ji Yuennian, gone was the bold and boisterous Ji Yuennian.
If there is no Ji Yuennian, then who am I? Can I still be called Ji Yuennian? If I’m not a man, do I deserve the name Ji Yuennian?
A wave of dizziness and embarrassment flooded her heart, and an inexplicable emotion began to rise from deep within, making her breath come quick and hard.
It was as if something exploded inside her mind, a booming that shook her soul. The beauty’s thoughts gradually became chaotic…
A pair of warm, moist lips pressed gently against her forehead, her eyes, her nose. The sensation was so tender and slippery that the beauty instinctively wanted to shrink away.
“Yueyue, I’m sorry, I used too much strength. I just wanted you to feel good.” The man’s apologetic voice sounded gently at her ear, filled with pain and tenderness.
The beauty lifted her head and met those apologetic, sorrowful blue eyes. Her heart fluttered.
Yes, right now I’m Yueyue, not Ji Yuennian.
I’m Yueyue, the side of Ji Yuennian that desires, the side that breaks free from worldly shackles, the side that revels in chaos and pleasure.
The red rope was tied in a long string, trailing onto the floor, picked up by the man as he bent down. This was the live knot of the “four-horse tight binding”—to untie it, one had to start here.
The man glanced at the beauty on the bed with heartache, just about to untie her, when she stopped him. Yueyue gazed at him with loving, passionate eyes, half-shy, half-yearning, and said,
“Chi-bao, don’t stop. Hit me, I want more.”
Jiang Chi, who had been about to play the role of the passionate lover, couldn’t help but twitch his face, nearly breaking character on the spot.
He looked at the long-haired, blushing, eager-yet-shy queen on the bed and had the vague sense that his plan for feminine corruption might be straying from its original course.
He’s the one getting trained