Time quickly moved to the next day.
Xu Yinsheng arrived at the villa’s entrance early in the morning to wait.
Ever since her spontaneous gender-switching incident in the bathroom last time, she had realized that she could somewhat influence the transformation.
Of course, it wasn’t complete control—she couldn’t switch at will or stop it whenever she wanted.
But after the daily mandatory transformation period ended, during the time when she was supposed to remain male, she could now voluntarily trigger the switch, turning into a girl whenever she pleased and reverting just as easily.
Moreover, she discovered that her transformations weren’t limited to just one form.
Based on Xu Yinsheng’s current understanding, outside of the daily forced transformation period, she had two modes to choose from when freely switching genders, the “Bad Girl” Xu Ying—perfectly catering to Zhao Yicheng’s bizarre tastes and the Cute, Dolled-Up Female Version of Xu Yinsheng—wearing a charming little dress.
She dubbed this ability “Save & Load”—allowing her to revert to previously “saved” identities.
A faint intuition told her that this ability could be developed even further.
A black Audi slowly pulled up in front of the villa.
Zhao Yicheng stepped out, dressed in a crisp, well-tailored suit, carrying a black briefcase as he strode toward the villa.
“Old Zhao, where’s my milk candy? Give it to me, quick!”
Xu Yinsheng immediately followed him, chattering incessantly beside him.
“You want it?” Zhao Yicheng paused, glancing at the petite, delicate girl who stood half a head shorter than him.
A strange smirk curled at the corner of his lips.
“Yes!”
Xu Yinsheng, her mind wholly fixated on the milk candy, had no idea she was walking right into a fox’s trap.
She blinked her big, watery eyes.
“You promised me today! A man should keep his word.”
“Play a game with me first.”
Zhao Yicheng gave her a mysterious smile before continuing toward the villa.
***
Let’s rewind to last night.
“Mr. Zhao, according to the employment contract, you owe me double overtime pay,” said the man in white, summoned late at night for an emergency consultation.
He glanced at the psychological questionnaire in his hand, then at Zhao Yicheng, who was resting with his eyes closed.
“Triple. And prescribe me some more medication,” Zhao Yicheng replied flatly.
“You don’t actually need medication for your condition,” the man in white set down the questionnaire.
“And congratulations, Mr. Zhao—your mental tension has decreased by half a gamma.”
He studied Zhao Yicheng’s pale face and closed eyes before asking tactfully, “Mind telling me which foot massage parlor you visited? I have a friend who…”
Zhao Yicheng opened his eyes, ignoring the suggestive question.
Instead, he focused on one word the man had said, repeating it thoughtfully.
“Decreased?”
“Correct. If we compare your mental tension to a flood, the medication I prescribed was like reinforcing and raising the riverbanks. But your current state suggests you’ve just experienced a minor controlled release of pressure.”
The man spoke confidently.
“Mr. Zhao, haven’t you noticed your headache has eased a bit?”
“It has.”
Zhao Yicheng narrowed his eyes, pressing his temples.
The pain had indeed lessened.
“So, if I keep ‘releasing pressure,’ my condition will improve?”
Zhao Yicheng thought of that “bad girl,” a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.
“No.”
The man shook his head.
“Releasing pressure can mitigate the flood’s intensity, but it won’t eliminate it. Temporary relief might ease your mental fatigue, but it won’t solve the root of your psychological issues.”
“However, I do have a treatment plan that might work wonders.”
“Go on.”
Zhao Yicheng was intrigued.
“Have you heard the ancient tale of Yu the Great taming the floods? In this land, there was an ancient people who…”
“Skip the story. Get to the treatment.”
Zhao Yicheng cut him off.
The man coughed lightly and shrugged.
“Dredging is better than damming.”
“While it won’t cure your mental issues at the source, frequent ‘pressure releases’ will significantly improve your psychological state.”
***
“A game?”
Xu Yinsheng followed Zhao Yicheng, pondering his cryptic smile.
Combined with her best friend’s strange fetishes and that kidnapping-style “date” from before, a disturbing suspicion crept into her mind.
No way…
No way…
She cautiously glanced at the bulging black briefcase—it looked stuffed with… things.
Ropes… eggs… sticks…
Her face paled.
Please, no.
This is too lewd!
Bro, I’m begging you, go see a doctor!
It took Xu Yinsheng a “very long time” to finally reach the villa’s living room.
There, she saw Zhao Yicheng sit on the sofa and pull out from the briefcase…
A massive silver wrench.
Xu Yinsheng stumbled back in shock—only to watch as Zhao Yicheng took out more “game toys” from the briefcase and laid them on the table.
A screwdriver, pliers, a walnut cracker…
Soon, after neatly arranging the tools, Zhao Yicheng glanced at Xu Yinsheng, who stood three meters away with a slightly dazed expression, and beckoned her over.
“Xu Ying, come here.”
“No way, this’ll kill me!”
Xu Yinsheng felt like crying.
Ughhh, bro, your kinks are straight out of hell—even an H-game heroine wouldn’t survive this!
She wanted to run, but the thought of those delicious milk candies kept her rooted in place.
“What the hell is this ‘bad girl’ thinking?”
Seeing the near-teary look on the girl’s face, even someone as unhinged as Zhao Yicheng felt a little puzzled.
“Then go get the spare light bulb. The bathroom light in Xiao Yin’s place is broken.”
“Huh? Change the light bulb?”
Xu Yinsheng blinked in surprise.
“What else?”
Zhao Yicheng frowned.
Did this woman fry her brain with pills or something?
“Okay, okay!”
Xu Yinsheng quickly agreed.
Soon, she retrieved the spare bulb, and under Zhao Yicheng’s guidance, the bathroom light—dead for days—flickered back to life.
Once finished, Xu Yinsheng watched as Zhao Yicheng reached into his black briefcase again, this time pulling out a white pill bottle filled with milk candies.
He unscrewed the cap and placed it on the table.
The faint milky aroma made Xu Yinsheng’s head swim with longing.
She instinctively reached for it—only for Zhao Yicheng to stop her, his lips curling into that mysterious smile again.
“Game first.”
“What game?!”
Xu Yinsheng plopped onto the sofa, pouting.
Having the treat right there but not being able to eat it?
This is torture!
“Role-playing.”
He grinned, handing her a single white pill and a slip of paper with just a few lines of text.
“Memorize your lines.”
Xu Yinsheng eagerly grabbed the milk candy and popped it into her mouth.
The wondrous flavor made the world seem sharper, clearer.
She took the paper, skimmed the sparse lines, and—without thinking—read aloud:
“I am Master’s little bitch.”
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Man just how many crimes has Zhoa done to mc just thinking about it scars me she can now sue against him and win and put him in jail for god knows how many years then again she doesn’t have much evidence the drug too she can’t prove it it’s him who gave it to her Forcing her to take it and once she got addicted she had to keep coming to him but cctv camera and people’s testimonies can help her win the case.