Xu Yinsheng stared blankly at his surroundings.
When he woke up, he found himself in an unfamiliar room.
The room was simple yet tasteful—a wardrobe, a computer, a notebook, some potted plants, a gaming console, and a double bed. It somewhat resembled his own room.
“Did I go to heaven?”
The last thing he remembered was Zhao Yicheng tying him to the bed, forcing him to eat cookies laced with “succubus tail essence,” leaving him tearfully begging for mercy.
Did I… die in bed?
“Nope.”
The door opened, and a woman walked in—evidently the owner of the room, judging by her demeanor.
She must have been eavesdropping for a while.
She had an elegant, mature style—a white half-buttoned short-sleeved blouse, waist-length flowing hair, and long, alluring legs peeking out from under a black miniskirt.
Her figure was slender yet curvaceous.
Sitting on the bed and crossing her legs, the woman’s face looked so familiar that Xu Yinsheng swallowed his questions before they could escape his lips.
It was a face he knew all too well—one that belonged to Xu Yinsheng, but as a woman.
A more mature, more enchanting version of himself.
“Me from twenty years ago, you’ve been staring at me for ten minutes.”
The older Xu Yinsheng picked up a game controller and shoved it into his hands.
“How about we play a game first and talk while we’re at it?”
Xu Yinsheng gaped at her, finally managing to choke out a single question after a long silence.
“Did I time-travel?”
Two versions of the same person, from different times, meeting in the same place—it was surreal.
In an instant, Einstein, quantum theory, and time paradoxes flashed through his mind.
“Yep.”
The older Xu Yinsheng looked at him as if gazing at her past self—no, literally her past self.
“You’ve already transformed from your initial non-human succubus form, right?”
“Yeah.”
Xu Yinsheng nodded.
“So, in the future, you end up shapeshifting like Martin Morning, eventually becoming a time dragon who pulls your past self into this moment. Makes sense, doesn’t it?” she explained.
Their synchronized thoughts created a strange, almost telepathic connection.
Even if her explanation wasn’t perfectly clear, Xu Yinsheng could feel what she meant.
After a long pause, Xu Yinsheng finally snapped back to reality and asked, “Can I go back?”
“Of course.”
The older Xu Yinsheng crossed her arms and smirked mysteriously.
“But first, you’ll have to do me a favor.”
Though their facial features were nearly identical, their auras were entirely different.
If the present Xu Yinsheng was like a reserved, budding flower, the future version was a bold, crimson rose in full bloom.
It’s me… but not me.
“Uh… sis?”
Xu Yinsheng opened his mouth to ask what kind of favor she needed, but she deliberately sidestepped the question, steering the conversation elsewhere.
“Let’s not talk about that yet. Past me, don’t you have anything else to ask me?”
Xu Yinsheng thought for a moment, then met her mesmerizing gaze with a glimmer of hope.
“Do I really become a woman in twenty years? And a mature, elegant one at that?”
“Nope.”
The older Xu Yinsheng wagged a slender finger, dashing his hopes.
“Not twenty years—two. To be precise, for the ‘you’ from your timeline, you’ve got about 21 months left.”
“And also—”
Her form suddenly shifted.
Pointed ears, leaf-patterned garments, emerald-green eyes—a gentle yet voluptuous figure emerged as she stretched lazily, exuding a subtle sensuality.
“Elven Saintess Xu Yinsheng.”
“With my ‘save/load’ ability, I’m not limited to just one form. The reason I’m in this mature beauty form now is simply because… he’s been into older women lately.”
As she spoke, her figure flickered through multiple transformations—a doe-eyed vampire loli, an elegant goddess of light, a sinister shadow assassin—each shift leaving Xu Yinsheng dizzy and breathless.
“He?”
Xu Yinsheng suddenly caught the third-person reference in her words.
The older Xu Yinsheng reverted to her original mature form and flicked his nose playfully.
“Yep, my boyfriend. Well, more like my husband now.”
“Oh, and we’ve got a mutual acquaintance too.”
“Who?”
Xu Yinsheng’s curiosity piqued.
Instead of answering, she merely smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Ugh, why do future-me have to be such a riddler?
Xu Yinsheng grumbled internally.
Their conversation continued, with the older version dropping tidbits about the future—like how she’d monetized a diluted version of the “succubus tail essence” as a wildly popular aphrodisiac (thanks to her husband’s help), earning a small fortune.
But when he pressed her again about why she’d dragged him to the future, she clammed up.
Only after relentless badgering did she finally sigh and quote something infuriatingly philosophical, “What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again.”
Xu Yinsheng, ‘I hate riddles with every fiber of my being.’
A while later, his stomach growled loudly, betraying him.
The older Xu Yinsheng chuckled and led him to the kitchen, where she whipped up two bowls of tomato-and-egg noodles.
They ate in the living room, Xu Yinsheng sneaking glances around the unfamiliar yet oddly familiar villa—similar in layout to his own home, but with subtle differences.
After the meal, they lounged briefly to digest.
Then, to Xu Yinsheng’s horror, his future self cheerfully hauled him off to the home gym.
“Wait, you work out? I always thought gym equipment was just fancy decoration!”
He blurted as she changed into workout gear.
She rolled her eyes, muttering something about “being locked in a room for months with no phone, no PC, no entertainment” before snapping, “You’d learn to love cardio too.”
Without further ado, she shoved workout clothes at him and dragged him into the routine.
As a certified couch potato, Xu Yinsheng managed the warm-up stretches but quickly turned into a wheezing mess during the actual exercises.
Pitying his pathetic state, the older Xu Yinsheng relegated him to the bench, letting him watch as she powered through a punishing regimen—running, jump rope, push-ups—until her clothes clung to her sweat-slicked curves.
Xu Yinsheng’s throat went dry.
Then came the yoga segment.
Every pose—Extended Arm, Forward Fold, Mountain, Half Moon—was executed with lethal grace, the air thickening with the scent of sweat and something distinctly primal.
When she finished, her hair was damp, her skin glistening.
Handing her a towel, Xu Yinsheng couldn’t tear his gaze away.
The way her damp hair framed her face, the way her body radiated raw allure—it took every ounce of willpower not to pounce.
Of course, she noticed.
“I’m a married woman,” she scolded, flicking his forehead sharply.
“Keep those hormones in check, past-me.”
Bro man no why why why is bro bro attracted to his future self ðŸ˜
Damn… bro literally created the best woman. Not. Even. himself. is immune to himself.