Chapter 33: What Has Been Done Will Be Done Again

The elder Zhao Yicheng also sat on the bed, making sure to leave a good amount of space between them to accommodate Xu Yinsheng’s feelings.

He just quietly watched the soft and tender boy, unable to hide the doting affection in his eyes.

“Do you really like me?”

Xu Yinsheng couldn’t help but ask first.

“Yes,” the elder Zhao Yicheng nodded.

“From when we first met, when I was ‘Xu Ying’?”

“Even earlier.”

Silence.

The atmosphere was dead silent.

There was no need to ask further.

Xu Yinsheng worried that if she kept pressing, she’d throw up her dinner.

The ship of friendship was capsizing right then and there, and he subtly edged his bottom towards the corner of the bed.

All of this was noticed by the elder Zhao Yicheng, whose expression instantly turned grim.

His fingertips twitched, instinctively wanting to find ankle restraints and ropes to make the “kitty” in front of him understand “its owner’s love.”

“When you go back, you must be obedient,” he said with some restraint.

Thinking of Zhao Yicheng coming to break down the door with a fire axe in the middle of the night, Xu Yinsheng nodded frantically, promising not to talk trash, not to argue, and to stay far away from Zhao Yicheng, absolutely not provoking him.

Safety first.

The elder Zhao Yicheng smiled and looked up, but with a hint of neurosis, his demeanor instantly transforming from well-dressed gentleman to a beast in human clothing.

He raised his hand and pointed to his head, chuckling.

“I have a mental illness, there’s something wrong with my brain, and in the future, I’ll do some very impolite things to you.”

“It’s fine, I won’t take it to heart, we’re good brothers after all.”

Xu Yinsheng patted his chest, looking magnanimous.

In reality, he secretly thought that after going back, he would distance himself from old Zhao.

It would be best to find a way to set him up with a girlfriend.

The history of a good brother becoming a husband, he must change it!

The elder Zhao Yicheng told him many things, the general meaning being, “as long as you are more obedient in the future, life will be easier; don’t be stubborn, or he can’t guarantee what his mentally ill self will do.”

Xu Yinsheng nodded like a pounding garlic, obediently listening, like a docile and cute little cat, but secretly pondering countermeasures in his mind.

Feminized? 

No way! 

Husband? 

Get lost! 

Wife? 

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Even if Xu Yinsheng were to be domesticated like a cat, locked in a cat cage and eating cat food, he would never give in, absolutely not be feminized.

About fifteen minutes later, the elder Zhao Yicheng left, looking somewhat unwell.

The elder Xu Yinsheng rushed in, her expression displeased.

“What did you do? His illness acted up again.”

Xu Yinsheng shrugged.

“Let me tell you, it took me over a decade to initially cure his illness. If you make him relapse overnight,” the elder Xu Yinsheng gnashed her teeth, threatening, “I’ll leave you here to be his private toy.”

Xu Yinsheng timidly shifted his bottom back.

Seeing this, the elder Xu Yinsheng seemed to feel relieved.

She sat beside Xu Yinsheng, crossed her arms, and said arrogantly, “Is there anything you want to tell me? Say it quickly.”

“Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?”

Xu Yinsheng pretended to be mysterious.

“Don’t play riddles with me, I’m twenty years ahead of you,” the elder Xu Yinsheng rolled her eyes.

Xu Yinsheng nodded. 

He paused, seemingly deliberating his next words.

“You… should be a possibility of my future. Not the inevitable outcome of my future.”

“Oh?”

The elder Xu Yinsheng raised an eyebrow. 

She looked at her other self with a smiling face, “You’re so unwilling to accept your future?”

“Yes,” Xu Yinsheng confessed. 

“I can’t imagine being pressed down by a man, can’t imagine playing intimate games under the table with a man, and even less can I imagine myself becoming a woman like you in the future.”

“That’s not a good enough reason, you’re holding back.”

It truly takes oneself to understand oneself; the elder Xu Yinsheng instantly saw that Xu Yinsheng was only telling half the truth.

“He’ll die, and I won’t.” He spread his small hands, speaking the words buried in his heart.

“With this ability, I’m destined to become an immortal. There will only be friendship between us.”

“After he dies of old age, I’ll bring a bouquet of chrysanthemums to his grave.”

“Who told you that?”

The elder Xu Yinsheng glared fiercely at him with her beautiful eyes.

“In these twenty years, I’ve transformed into many immortal cultivation saints and dual cultivation cauldrons, used them to replenish him, and engaged in dual cultivation with him.

Plus, there’s vitality sharing with dragon riders and other methods; living for tens of thousands of years is a piece of cake.”

“Huh?”

Xu Yinsheng clearly hadn’t expected such a development.

The elder Xu Yinsheng pulled Xu Yinsheng into her embrace, making him sit in her lap, and tugged at his ear, questioning, “And that’s not even the ultimate reason. Speak up!”

Xu Yinsheng’s ear hurt from the tugging, and he couldn’t help but cry out, “Ouch, ouch, ouch… softer, softer… I just can’t accept being bent over by my good brother.”

The pressure on his ear immediately loosened. 

The elder Xu Yinsheng clapped her small hands, muttering, “Why didn’t you say so earlier? If you can’t accept it, you can’t accept it, but it’s going to happen sooner or later anyway. Counting it, you’re less than two months away from your first deflowering.”

“What?!”

The words spoken from her seemingly sweet cherry lips were chillingly cold, making Xu Yinsheng feel a pervasive coldness, as if plunged into an ice cellar. 

He suddenly looked up, staring directly at his other self.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m not,” a smile bloomed on the other’s face, radiant like sunshine. 

She looked at Xu Yinsheng with a hint of playfulness, “Within two months, your first time, and it will be forced.”

The fear in Xu Yinsheng’s heart gradually spread.

“Is there a way to avoid it…?” 

His voice trembled slightly as he forced out an ugly smile.

“But don’t worry, the Protean character forms can give you many ‘first times.’ Try them slowly; there’s bound to be one that makes you feel comfortable.”

Xu Yinsheng’s voice abruptly stopped, his mind blank, as if struck by lightning, sitting there in a daze.

Seeing his reaction, the elder Xu Yinsheng knew she couldn’t stimulate him too much. 

She patted his fragrant shoulder with her jade hand, comforting him.

“Relax.”

“As an old saying goes, ‘Life is like that… since you can’t resist, just enjoy it.'”

Xu Yinsheng was on the verge of tears; this saying didn’t sound like comfort at all.

The elder Xu Yinsheng, seeing him recover, decided to slightly increase the intensity. 

The sooner the feminization happened, the better. 

The faster he feminized now, the less suffering he would experience in the future.

She leaned in close to his earlobe and whispered.

“I’m telling you, don’t you dare tell him. His birthday is in a few months. My recent development of abilities has reached a new height: I can materialize the characters I’ve gender-transformed into out of thin air.”

“At that time, the Golden, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth spiritual roots—five ‘me’s’ of various beauties, each with their own unique charm, all immortal cultivation saints—will give him a Five Elements grand tonic meal.”

This is… too wild.

“Don’t you find it disgusting?” 

Xu Yinsheng couldn’t help but say.

“Disgusting?” 

The elder Xu Yinsheng smiled and playfully tapped the tip of the small nose of the person in her embrace. 

“Just like men fantasize about threesomes, sister-sharing, or private orgies, why can’t I, as a woman, fantasize about these things? You haven’t been feminized yet, so you can’t understand my pleasure.”

“Besides, this is nothing. It’s all just marital fun.”

“He prefers solo, but I really like group activities. Don’t you think it’s a waste of a good thing to have this ability and only use it for solo acts?”

“My past self, you will slowly understand me, become me, until you surpass me.”

What a malicious blessing.

As a silver light enveloped Xu Yinsheng and he disappeared into the void, the room became quiet again. 

With a creak, the elder Zhao Yicheng walked to the elder Xu Yinsheng’s side, his complexion a bit better than before, and his emotions seemingly calmer.

“He’s gone.”

“Yes, he’s gone. I just wonder how much of it sank in.” 

The elder Xu Yinsheng turned around, stood on her tiptoes, and tenderly rubbed the back of his head, with a hint of regret.

“I really did hit you too hard with that beer bottle back then. Husband, does your head still hurt these days?”

“A bottle of wine for a wife, it was worth it,” the elder Zhao Yicheng wrapped his arm around her waist and said softly, “Xiao Yin, I love you.”

“I love you too, Yicheng.” 

She rested her head on his shoulder, looking utterly sweet.

“Did your illness act up again just now?”

“Yes, I remembered the old you.”

The elder Xu Yinsheng tenderly cupped the man’s face. 

“Tonight, I’ll make it up to you, with a pair of sisters with cauldron physiques.”

What has been done will be done again; what has happened will happen again.