Su Xiaoqie noticed Qi the moment she climbed down from her bed.
“Qiqi, are you okay?”
“What do you mean ‘okay’? I’m just tired from being out and came back to rest,” the black-haired girl said stubbornly, though her reddened eyes betrayed her.
Su Xiaoqie didn’t call her out.
Instead, her gaze fell upon Qi’s slender legs, and she spoke with a hint of surprise, “Qiqi, when did you put on white silk stockings? They’re so cute~”
Hearing her roommate’s praise, Qi’s cheeks flushed a faint red.
She instinctively pinched the hem of her skirt and pulled it down, trying to cover herself.
Even though her legs were already covered by the white silk stockings, being stared at still made her feel uneasy—a feeling she had never experienced before.
“Um… y-you, don’t look…”
“Hmm? Why not?”
“Mind your own business! I’m going to take a shower!”
As if fleeing, Qi grabbed a change of clothes and ducked into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Once again in a solitary environment, the black-haired girl let out a long sigh.
She looked at the long trousers she had brought in.
In her current state, she definitely didn’t plan on wearing the academy uniform skirt anymore.
She had gone over today forgetting to change her clothes, which was most likely Luo Qing’s doing.
Assigning an impossible task and then dealing out this kind of punishment when she was at her most defenseless—it was clear that Luo Qing had intended to humiliate her from the very beginning.
Qi shed all her clothes and gave her body a quick rinse.
After drying off, she reached for her fresh clothes.
Once her camisole and panties were on, she hesitated as she picked up the white silk stockings.
Finally, she let out a cold snort and tossed them into the laundry basket.
‘I’m not wearing these things!’
However, just as she was about to pull on her trousers, a sense of unease clouded her heart.
Thought after thought began to pop into her mind.
‘How is this any different from going commando?’
‘What if I have a wardrobe malfunction because I’m not wearing the stockings?’
‘I must be crazy,’ Qi sighed, rubbing her forehead.
Left with no other choice, she retrieved the white silk stockings from the basket and pulled them onto her legs properly.
The feeling of the fabric rubbing against her skin made her feel itchy all over, but once they were fully on, she felt a profound sense of security.
‘I hate this…’
Next came the trousers.
Unless Luo Qing eventually helped her remove this “status,” Qi planned to only wear these kinds of pants from now on.
However, while putting the pants on, the black-haired girl couldn’t help but let out a few unseemly, soft gasps.
This sensation was entirely different from when she was just putting on the stockings. It was… not good.
Enduring the discomfort, Qi finished pulling them on.
She slowly stood up from the stool and remained stationary for a long time.
“Ngh… okay, next is the shirt.”
Ignoring the strange sensations in her body, she stepped toward the rack holding her top.
But a second later, she felt her entire body go weak, and she fell heavily to the floor.
Qi panted, her face flushed red.
The stinging pain in her arms from hitting the ground caused tears to well up in her eyes again.
“AAAAHHH! That hateful woman!”
The black-haired girl suppressed her voice in a fit of powerless rage.
She hadn’t expected her legs to reach such an extreme state of sensitivity.
Even just wearing pants—even just the friction of the fabric against the stockings while moving—made her feel faint.
She had fallen after barely moving; there was no way she could walk normally like this!
Moreover, this discomfort wasn’t like being tickled.
It was a sensation she had never felt before, one that made her heart race.
Qi felt utterly lost.
She didn’t want to think about it; she just wanted to get these pants off as quickly as possible.
If this continued, she felt like she was going to break.
She pulled the trousers off, threw them aside, and climbed back onto the stool.
She stared at her legs, tentatively reaching out to touch them before rubbing them with her entire palm.
When she touched them herself, the sensation wasn’t nearly as intense. Why?
And although her legs had become much more… sensitive as a whole, different areas reacted differently.
For instance, the area from the ankles down was fine for wearing shoes.
The thigh area, while uncomfortable when it touched her skirt, was still within a tolerable range.
Her calves, however, were the hyper-sensitive zone.
Even a slight brush was completely unbearable.
She didn’t know if it was just her imagination, but her calves seemed softer than before, and the texture when she rubbed them felt even more supple.
Furthermore, her perception of exposure was a bit strange.
When she wore both the academy uniform skirt and the white silk stockings, there was a gap of exposed skin on her thighs between the skirt hem and the top of the stockings.
While Qi felt self-conscious, she didn’t feel humiliated, as if that specific area wasn’t perceived as a “private” part that needed to be hidden.
This feeling of exploring her own body reminded the black-haired girl of the day she first transformed into this form.
She had been in a similar state then, though she wasn’t quite as pathetic as she was today.
Reluctantly, Qi had to admit that from now on, she would have to view her camisole, panties, and stockings as being on the same level of essential clothing.
But because of her calves, she couldn’t wear trousers at all.
It felt as though she were forced to walk around in only her underwear.
It was far too embarrassing…
‘Do I have to wear skirts forever now?’
Seemingly drained of all strength and options, Qi could only dejectedly pull the academy uniform skirt back out of the basket.
Click—
The bathroom door opened.
Su Xiaoqie looked up at the sound, seeing the black-haired girl emerge.
She looked… exactly the same as before she went in?
“Qiqi, didn’t you say you were going to shower? Why didn’t you change your clothes?”
“I’m just not changing! Do you have a problem with that?”
“Eh~ Qiqi, why are you being so mean today? Is it that time of the month?”
“No! Stop asking me questions!”
Having said her piece, she quickly climbed back into her bed to hide.
Su Xiaoqie rested her chin on her hand.
She had heard that some people became aggressive when they were scared or anxious—was Qiqi that type?
Once the bed curtains were drawn, the dim environment allowed Qi to calm down quickly.
She had to plan for the future.
First was the matter of clothes.
If she couldn’t wear trousers, many of her old clothes were useless.
All she had left were a few pieces from Bai Qiaoyu and her school-issued academy uniform skirts.
She wondered if she should ask Su Xiaoqie to help her take down some of the more conservative dresses she had listed on the trading platform so she could wear them herself.
But after a moment’s thought, she rejected the idea.
Those outfits were worth thousands of dollars each; there was no need for her to wear something so expensive.
Moreover… Qi looked at the white silk stockings on her legs, feeling embarrassed.
Stockings needed to be washed and changed too.
Right now, she only had the one pair she had gotten from Luo Qing.
She definitely needed to buy more.
She would just buy a full set of clothes and stockings together when the time came.
Finally, there was the issue of Bai Qiaoyu.
Since that self-proclaimed God was unwilling to help, Qi had to find a new way to cope.
This was currently her biggest headache, because with her own strength alone, there was no way she could contend with that CEO sister.
And she couldn’t count on Su Xiaoqie; the girl didn’t look like she could be of much help.
If Bai Qiaoyu had truly investigated everything about her, then she definitely knew about her roommate’s existence and would have accounted for the possibility of Qi seeking her help.
She had to find another way…
Qi held her phone, her fingertips aimlessly sliding across the screen as she scrolled through various pages.
Finally, she stopped on the chat page with Jiang Wanli.
The black-haired girl was nervous.
She weighed the risks and feasibility of her idea.
Qi bit her lip, and with a surge of resolve, she tapped into the chat.