[Ding! “Macho Style Skin Suit” purchased. 10 points deducted. Remaining points: 4.5]
With a flash of blue light, a muscular, dark-skinned man’s skin suit appeared on the bathroom floor.
The skin suit was so large it could serve Su Xinran as both a bedsheet and blanket.
Wearing it directly was obviously impossible.
That’s why Su Xinran had spent 1,000 points to upgrade her mechanical exoskeleton.
With a light tap on her collar, the mechanical exoskeleton activated.
Besides the standard limb support, six thick mechanical tentacles extended from her spine.
“Whoa… this is way too cyberpunk…”
Su Xinran felt a prickling sensation from the small needles of the spinal mechanical unit, followed by a sweet, coconut-like flavor rushing into her throat.
Her brain was instantly linked to the four tentacles—moving them felt as natural as controlling her own limbs.
With a mere thought, the tentacles moved freely, as if they’d grown from her own body.
She picked up the skin suit on the ground, found the zipper on the back, and used the tentacles to stretch the suit’s limbs and support the head.
Slowly, Su Xinran slipped into the entire muscle-man skin suit.
Although the six mechanical tentacles supported the limbs of the suit and suspended Su Xinran like a central trunk, the suit was still limp and floppy.
It felt just like crawling inside a blanket as a child.
“Raphael! Come out and handle the after-sales service… Where’s the inflation button on this thing?”
She fumbled around inside the suit for a while, but couldn’t find the button described in the product manual.
“It’s in the middle of the chest, you dummy…”
Raphael covered her face with a wing and sighed in exasperation.
“Ohhh…!”
With Raphael’s direction, Su Xinran finally found and pressed the button.
PSSSSSSHT! With a soft hiss, the previously deflated suit instantly puffed up with some unknown, odorless gas.
Blue light shimmered, and the zipper on the back vanished as if hidden by magic.
In an instant, a horned, muscle-bound beastman stood in the bathroom stall!
Su Xinran curiously touched “her” own muscles—they felt surprisingly realistic: firm and full of meat!
She tried to reach around and feel for the zipper on her back, but her now massive and rock-solid biceps made it completely impossible.
This must be the “Macho No-Touch Zone”…
Terrifying!
Peering through the eyeholes of the mask, Su Xinran had a clear view. Tears nearly welled up.
Finally… finally, I’ve become a macho man!
This was exactly why Su Xinran had agreed to take on Raphael’s mission so readily.
But… there was still one more problem in the crotch area…
Four tentacles were used to support the limbs.
One was used to support the head…
That left one tentacle… extra.
Where should it go…?
Su Xinran pondered anxiously.
Her eyes fell on a long, floppy appendage dangling between the legs.
And then—she had an idea.
Just put it there!
The spare tentacle slipped into the soft, unsupported long object—instantly making it stand tall and proud!
That’s right.
The dangling object wasn’t anything inappropriate… it was the tail of the minotaur beastman suit!
Macho form: complete! Transformation: achieved!
Su Xinran confidently opened the bathroom door and strutted out with the powerful stride of her mechanical tentacles.
As she walked, she even mimicked the iconic Spider-Man’s symbiote dance from the original movie—to test her tentacle control, of course.
While showing off, a security guard entered the restroom.
Su Xinran, spotting the guard, couldn’t resist flaunting her exaggerated biceps.
“Hey, honey! Check out these biceps!”
The moment those playful words left Su Xinran’s mouth, she froze, realizing with horror—
What the hell am I doing?!
She’d forgotten to turn on the voice changer built into the skin suit!
Which meant… a hulking muscle-bound beastman had just spoken in the voice of a sweet, high-pitched loli girl.
A real-life performance of a muscle Nezha.
The poor security guard was completely stunned, metaphorically (and almost literally) turned to stone on the spot…
What… the hell is this?!
The sheer whiplash of that sugary voice coming from such a rugged body was like a full-frontal declaration of war on the poor guard’s… ahem, personal dignity.
Had he known, perhaps even men would—
Tears streamed from the security guard’s eyes.
Inside the suit, Su Xinran was nearly dying trying to hold back her laughter.
She quickly flipped the switch for the voice modulator, and her sweet voice was replaced by a deep, gruff one.
“Ugh… damn that milk foam oolong tea… the creamy sweetness clogged up my throat—damn it… cough cough!”
She faked a few hacking coughs to smooth over the awkwardness, then whistled casually as she washed her hands.
The guard was still frozen like a statue.
As Su Xinran, in full beastman macho mode, walked toward the door, he shrank back into the corner to give her space, clearly terrified she’d suddenly shout “Release the seal!” and start sword-fighting (in the worst possible sense).
Su Xinran strutted out of the bathroom still brimming with energy, continuing to recreate Bully Maguire’s dance (from Spider-Man 3) as she approached the entrance that had previously rejected her.
“Are you here to sign up for the vigilante assessment?”
This time, the staff no longer mistook her for a child.
In fact, they already had the application form ready.
“Yes, my man!”
Su Xinran was fully embracing her social god mode—after all, hidden inside the suit, nobody knew her real identity.
It was enough to make anyone feel liberated and hyped.
She took the form and reached for a pen—only to freeze.
Wait… how do I control five fingers with tentacles…?
Uh-oh.
The air grew tense.
“Excuse me… is something wrong?” the staff member asked, watching her hesitation.
“Emmm… this… how should I put this…”
For a moment, Su Xinran was completely stumped.
Admitting she couldn’t write would be way too embarrassing—not to mention it might get her disqualified from the test entirely.
Even if the job focused on combat, vigilantes still needed a certain level of intelligence to coordinate with the police.
Her brain went into overdrive.
She had an idea—but she really, really didn’t want to resort to it unless she had no other choice…
But faced with the skeptical look from the staff, Su Xinran knew she was out of options.
“I… actually wanted to perform a special skill for you all. Something you’ve probably never seen in your entire lives…”
“Oh?”
Not only did the receptionist look intrigued, but everyone nearby turned their attention toward her.
“Watch closely. Don’t blink…”
“Every single frame you see from here on out will be burned into your memory forever.”
Su Xinran took a deep breath, focusing all her energy—Qi gathered in her dantian.