Night had fallen, shrouding everything in darkness. Ji Yueni lay on her bed, tossing and turning, utterly unable to fall asleep.
Desire surged within her like a raging tide, wave after wave crashing upon the shore, making her feel as if her entire body was ablaze—burning, clamoring, aching with longing.
Ji Yueni bit her lip hard.
If it had been just a few days ago, she could have gone to that man, sought his help. That man rarely refused her; he only occasionally asked for something in return.
But now?
A hunger both strange and familiar spread from the depths of her heart. She yearned for that man, for his hands, for the faint scent of tulips lingering on him, for a connection that seeped into her very bones and left her heart itching unbearably.
Driven by overwhelming desire, she couldn’t help but reach out, trying to relieve the heat that nearly drove her mad. Her hand trembled, desperate and helpless.
Yet this self-comfort was so feeble and ineffective, it couldn’t possibly quell the fiery longing that burned deep within her soul.
Her body had once tasted the world’s most exquisite pleasure; now, such rough and superficial relief felt like swallowing coarse grains—utterly unappealing.
Yu Jie moved her hand more vigorously, beads of sweat breaking out across her forehead, sparkling and sliding down her cheeks. Her breathing grew ragged, each gasp echoing clearly in the silent room.
No matter how awkwardly she tried to imitate the man’s touch, she could never reach the satisfaction her heart so desperately craved.
At last, Yu Jie was utterly spent. Her body felt drained of all strength, collapsing limply on the bed like a lifeless heap of mud.
In the depths of exhaustion, desire seemed momentarily smothered by fatigue. She let out a soft sigh, tinged with both relief and disappointment.
Relief that this unbearable torment had paused for now, disappointment that she had not found the satisfaction she yearned for. Soon after, she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.
Yet Ji Yueni hadn’t realized—or perhaps simply refused to admit—that her body now seemed unable to part from that man.
*****
Meanwhile, in another corner of the city.
Inside a bedroom, the “clack-clack” of keyboard keys echoed continuously. A pair of blue eyes, as deep as the starry sea, stared intently at the words flickering across the computer screen.
August 28th: Only a few days left until school starts. Today, I sent Ji Yueni home, and returned that mysterious double-sided silver coin to her. Uh… I originally planned to keep a fake one, but considering the plan, you must give something up to gain something.
For the past two months, I’ve stoked Ji Yueni’s desires, causing them to swell, then conquered her as a result.
As behavioral psychology says, it takes at least 21 days for a person to form and solidify a new habit or concept.
Over the last two months, I’ve relentlessly conquered the desires that belong to Ji Yueni. Her longings are already in my grasp, thoroughly imprinted by me, tamed and trained—without my permission or help, she can never reach that peak again.
Thinking about how late it is, our “School Tyrant Ji,” the great Head of Athletics, must be burning up with unsatisfied longing by now. Yet, unable to resolve it, she’s probably lying under her covers, frustrated and anxious.
Is this another form of physical conditioning?
Truly amusing.
The typing slowed for a moment as Jiang Chi’s gaze fell upon two bells—one gold, one silver—lying at hand. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Next, it’s time for psychological suggestion.
Ji Yueni, I look forward to your performance in the new school term.
*****
“First, you need to cover the original pores by using foundation or liquid base.”
“Next, for cross-dressing as a man, work on your nose makeup. On the bridge of the nose, use a bright foundation so the reflective area looks highlighted. Around the nose, use a duller shade to create a shadow. Contour the face with a dull foundation to make the nose appear smaller and sharper, and the facial contours more slender…”
Inside her bedroom, Ji Yueni held a makeup kit in one hand, following along with the video as she learned how to cross-dress as a man.
She had no choice but to cross-dress. With her current “sisterly” features, one glance and she looked every bit a short-haired, ear-length bob Yu Jie. If she ran into someone she knew, a closer look and—eh? “Brother Ji, why do you look like a girl now?”
She thickened her eyebrows, roughed up her skin, applied wheat-colored hand cream all over, and drew a few angular lines on her face.
After these bold moves, Ji Yueni picked up the mirror and looked at her reflection—thick eyebrows, wheat-colored skin, angular face, and those deep black eyes.
Hmm, perfect.
She finally nodded in satisfaction.
Compared to her previous androgynous look, now she appeared much more masculine and domineering, but there was also a hint of gentle beauty to her strong aura.
Indeed, the “makeup arts,” one of Asia’s four great sorceries, lived up to their name.
Thinking this, Ji Yueni picked up a strip of white cloth from the bed and began the second step of cross-dressing—binding her chest.
She took off her top and underwear. Those two “sources of sin” swayed with her breathing, tempting anyone to swallow hard and take a bite.
“So damn big,” Ji Yueni cursed under her breath.
They weren’t this big at first, but after two months of “massage” from that damned man, the scale was… uh, please forgive Ji Yueni for being a virgin—she had no idea what A, B, C, or D meant, and couldn’t even describe it.
Just thinking about that man made Yu Jie’s legs tremble, that insatiable hunger rising from her lower belly again… Forcing herself to scatter those alluring thoughts, Ji Yueni shook her head, shoved down those strange ideas, tied the white cloth tightly across her chest, knotted it, then put her underwear and jacket back on.
A slight pressure came, making her let out a soft hum. Her mind involuntarily flashed back to some fragmented, crimson-tinted scenes from those two months spent with that man.
“Little brother, it’s your first day back to school. Let me give you a ride,”
Suddenly, a voice called from outside, snapping Yu Jie out of her fantasies.
“Coming, just packing my things,” Ji Yueni replied, opened the wardrobe, stuffed all her makeup and feminine items inside, then dragged her suitcase and walked out of the bedroom.
As the bedroom door opened, Ji Haotong outside stared in surprise.
“What’s wrong?” Ji Yueni brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, feeling a bit nervous inside.
Did her brother notice something?
“Nothing.” Ji Haotong shook his head.
Why did it seem like his little brother wasn’t as good-looking as before?
*****
After getting out of the car, she gazed at the campus she’d been away from for two months. Students returning to school flowed in endlessly, filling the place with lively excitement.
Ji Yueni dragged her suitcase, took a deep breath.
Senior year, here I come—Ji Yueni!