The winter night was quiet, the cold wind biting through the air, yet on one bed inside the 602 Dormitory, the temperature was unusually scorching.
“Mm…”
In her sleep, Song Qiuyu’s delicate brows furrowed tightly, the pale skin of her cheeks gradually warming as fine beads of sweat silently slid down.
Deep within the dream.
Jiang Xiao, still in middle school, gazed at the Silent Night Apple given by Xi’er, completely immersed in the blissful feeling, unable to wipe the smile off his face.
Eighteen-year-old Jiang Xiao raised his brows and glanced twice at his younger self before lowering his eyes and meeting her gaze again.
It was as if a landmine exploded in her mind, panic spreading through all her nerves. The suddenness caused her brain to freeze, and for a moment, she even forgot how to resist.
［Xi’er is smiling so happily, why don’t I make myself happy too? My Xi’er is so obedient, so obedient…］
Eighteen-year-old Jiang Xiao was mischievous and wicked, not a trace of the innocence from his middle school self. Taking advantage of the moment, he tugged down her school uniform pants.
In ancient times, there was the story of General Lian Po bearing a thorned bramble, but now it was Song Qiuyu’s peach/hips that were about to be punished!
［Whether I spank your butt like this now…］
Just as she came to her senses and was about to resist, a sharp smack landed on her backside.
［Or lock you up from now on, find a room, park at Fenglin Evening, bathe in warm water with White Tiger, or take double revenge for how you toyed with me—I, my Xi’er, will satisfy all my desires, right?］
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her pure, flawless peach, forced to ripen prematurely, even overripe, soft and powerless, completely collapsed onto his thigh.
She felt like she had turned into a puddle of mud—an utterly rotten, hopeless mess.
Her brain stopped thinking.
［Xi’er taught me: silence means consent.］［…］
If she had any strength left, she definitely would have raised a finger to this evil guy.
And given him a glare.
Could he please not use her own words against her? Didn’t she have any dignity?
Eighteen-year-old Jiang Xiao pinched her hesitant little mouth shut, then bent down and pressed her face, blocking her lips with his.
The sharp, wild scent of cedar aggressively enveloped her, as if trying to completely stain her with his presence.
The ambiguous, soft kiss lasted a long while. Tears naturally slipped down from the corners of her eyes, but eighteen-year-old Jiang Xiao acted as if she didn’t see them at all, becoming even more aggressive.
Absurdly, the girl who had resisted at first was forced for a while before actually becoming proactive!
Three words to describe it: outrageously seductive.
Just at that moment, eighteen-year-old Jiang Xiao stopped kissing her, hoisted her onto his shoulders, and with the posture of a victor, gave his middle school self a disdainful glance before carrying her straight home.
From then on, she was imprisoned, losing her freedom, becoming Star Wrath.
But compared to becoming Star Wrath, the more absurd thing was that her middle school self had turned into a girl through and through.
Is this the power of the Capitalist? Is this the legendary mixed-gender dormitory?
Terrifying when you think about it.
Everyone seemed to accept this as a given, including eighteen-year-old Jiang Xiao who imprisoned her.
He exacted cruel and inhumane revenge, using various forms of love and admiration to tame her into a gentle, virtuous wife.
Theoretically, two Jiang Xiaos shouldn’t exist in the same timeline.
［Xi’er, let’s do it again.］
Outside, the first snow of Christmas began to fall. The snowy night was freezing, but inside the cage, it felt like a scorching summer.
She was once again fiercely embraced by eighteen-year-old Jiang Xiao, filled with love.
“Ugh….”
Song Qiuyu felt like she was trapped in quicksand, struggling helplessly for a long time, until a sudden sinking pain in her lower abdomen jolted her awake.
The back of her shirt was already soaked with cold sweat, thoroughly drenched.
She gasped in the cold air, her Little Yellow Chicken pajamas rising and falling with her breathing, cold sweat trickling down her flushed cheeks.
Her beautiful apricot-shaped eyes trembled, still shaken.
If her gaze stayed vacant for one more second, she would immediately react to the pain in her abdomen, quickly pulling back the covers, lifting her hips, and twisting her body.
Sure enough, her period had come, and there were faint red stains on her pants.
Fortunately, the dampness wasn’t enough to leave marks on the sheets below.
Phew—
She swiftly and carefully got out of bed, performing the stealthy routine she was all too familiar with. Yet upon reaching the balcony safely, she couldn’t help but glance toward the bed beside hers.
Clearly…
Jiang Xiao had already moved out.
Since Jiang Xiao had left, she no longer had to worry about him suddenly appearing behind her like before.
Lowering her eyes, Song Qiuyu held clean change of clothes and sanitary pads, and walked into the bathroom.
It was as if she had lost a focal point; the things she feared became scattered and her every move felt more tense and heart-pounding.
The lingering shame from defeat only momentarily shook her resolve.
Perhaps it was time for her to accept reality calmly.
Just as she once fantasized about conquering Rem, Mai-senpai, Tifa, Kikyo, Eri Yi, Chihaya Aine, Hongxia, and Chun… loving each one endlessly, wanting to make all those wives belong solely to her Star Wrath.
Now, perhaps she physiologically fantasized about conquering Jiang Xiao, the object of many girls’ affections, and even… wanted to be conquered by him just like those girls.
In other words, her lustful nature wouldn’t change just because of a gender swap—it simply shifted from craving female beauty to craving male beauty.
Thinking of this, Song Qiuyu recalled the publicly available information she had looked up online after becoming a girl—specifically about pseudo-hermaphrodites.
Those who had undergone surgery to become girls, no matter how uncomfortable at first, eventually succumbed to their physiology.
Becoming a girl was the cause; getting married and having children was the effect.
Would she be like that too?
The part of her that was physiological and the part that was psychological tried to spark a war, but she suppressed it in time.
After changing her pants, she quickly returned to the balcony and began washing her clothes quietly.
At this moment, the most important thing for her was not the physiological or psychological issues, but finding a suitable rental and moving out as soon as possible!
Halfway through washing, even though she was fully aware that Jiang Xiao was no longer in the dormitory, she couldn’t help but glance back again.
Deep inside, some indescribable feeling was quietly sprouting and growing in the barren soil.
Song Qiuyu rubbed her chest, still throbbing with discomfort.
She just couldn’t get used to Jiang Xiao’s sudden departure.
The next day, as Xie Zhuran and Lin An got up, they immediately learned the dreadful news that Jiang Xiao had moved out overnight.
When they vaguely recalled their drunken behavior from last night, regret instantly washed over them.
“Is it because of us? Lao Song, does Jiang God dislike us now?”
“That’s definitely possible. We really shouldn’t have. Lao Jiang clearly warned us not to drink too much.”
Song Qiuyu didn’t know what to say, just feeling that her two roommates still seemed drunk and were being overly dramatic.
But then again, their Director Department had always been like this.
Drama queens.
“I don’t know,” Song Qiuyu answered honestly when faced with their guilt-ridden expressions.
Upon hearing this, Xie Zhuran and Lin An fell silent.
“Lao Lin, Lao Song said he doesn’t know!” Xie Zhuran became even more convinced of his own guess: “Lao Jiang definitely dislikes us, right? Definitely, wuwu…”
“Don’t overthink it. Jiang Xiao probably just has his own reasons,” Song Qiuyu sighed, unwilling to be harsh and added a little explanation.
Suddenly, she felt that if she stayed in this dormitory any longer, she might be assimilated by Lao Xie, that fool.
Assimilation was out of the question!
Her mind was never sharp to begin with—not as smart as Jiang Xiao—and if she became even more foolish, those nightmares from her dreams would definitely come true sooner or later!
“If it’s not because he dislikes us, then what else could it be?”
Xie Zhuran was quick to accept Song Qiuyu’s comfort, soon shaking off his sadness over being disliked by his roommates. Then, stroking his chin, he began to ponder.
Song Qiuyu crossed her arms and thought alongside him.
Just then, Lin An adjusted his glasses, suddenly smiled, and with a knowing look said before they could guess:
“Could it be that he’s renting a place with his girlfriend?”