Once again waking up on a damp, oversized bed, Ji Yuannian stared at the wet sheets with a face full of dark lines. She couldn’t help but touch her forehead and mutter to herself, “What on earth is wrong with me lately?”
She’d had erotic dreams before—several times, even—in her seventeen years as a man.
But having such dreams from a female perspective, and continuously for several days in a row, with a variety of scenarios: sometimes balls, sometimes rods, sometimes breast pumps… The dreams never repeated, always switching it up.
This kind of dream—this was her first time encountering it.
“How many times has it been already.” Glancing once more at the water-stained sheets, Ji Yuannian could only sigh helplessly and rub her forehead.
With practiced ease, she gathered up the sheets and tossed them into the washing machine, then replaced them with fresh ones. When Ji Yuannian finally emerged, Jiang Chi was already waiting in the living room, having finished breakfast long ago.
He didn’t ask a word, and Ji Yuannian also kept her mouth shut. Once Ji Yuannian finished breakfast, the two of them dove once more into the pursuit of art.
******
“Give you a little sunshine and you just have to dazzle, huh! Give you a little praise and you’re floating on air, aren’t you?”
“You’ve practiced this long, and you still can’t sit with your toes turned in! If you keep walking pigeon-toed, I’ll break your legs!!”
“I told you to give a seductive smile, not act all coquettish. You keep saying you’re better than a woman, but you don’t even know the basics of being one!!”
“…..”
Inside the rented apartment, Ji Yuannian, worn out from all her recent erotic dreams, endured Jiang Chi’s daily scolding. Every day brought minor rebukes, and every third day a major one—each time, Jiang Chi would hit a sore spot and change up his method of mocking her, leaving her unable to lift her head.
In the end, this “great Mr. Jiang,” so dedicated to his art, stormed out in a huff. Right before slamming the door, he still didn’t forget to warn her: if she dared leave the house without his permission, she could look forward to her crossdressing photos being posted on the school forum.
Clad in a fiery, tightly bound outfit, Ji Yuannian heaved a huge sigh of relief once Jiang Chi left, dropping onto the sofa. She took off her high heels, twisted her sore, reddened ankles, and grumbled under her breath.
“Toes turned in, toes turned in—am I a real girl or what? How am I supposed to have pigeon toes?”
“And I’ve been walking bow-legged for seventeen years. Even if I wanted to learn to walk with turned-in toes, it’s not something you pick up overnight. All you do is nag, nag, nag—if you’re so good at it, why don’t you show me yourself?”
Muttering, she scratched her butt with a small hand, then scratched her chest, sending a tingling shiver through her body. She didn’t know why, maybe it was the summer heat, or maybe her nutritional intake was too high—ever since this body had transformed into an “onee-san,” she’d been experiencing a second puberty, and there was this indescribable, odd sensation she just couldn’t shake.
Ji Yuannian glanced down at the heaving waves on her chest and cursed under her breath, “Damn, I really am stacked!”
*****
Wanqing City, Black Market.
Jiang Chi, carrying his satchel, returned once again. Having come several times before, he was clearly familiar with the place now, moving with a clear goal in mind. After finishing his purchases, he turned to leave.
“Looking forward to your next visit~~” The female clerk, dressed in risqué attire, smiled sweetly as she escorted Jiang Chi to the door, then slowly retreated back inside.
Inside “Heaven on Earth,” a middle-aged man and a burly young man sat facing each other. There was a pot of tea and two teacups on the table; the atmosphere was unusually silent, neither speaking.
After a long while, the burly young man finally picked up his cup, took a sip, scratched his head, and spoke in confusion, “Uncle Zhong, what do you think that kid keeps buying so much Yin-Yang Tonic Powder for? Sure, it’s a supplement, but he’s buying it every three days—practically eating it like rice.”
“Is he raising a whole house of women? Even an iron kidney couldn’t withstand that much squeezing.”
Suddenly, he slapped his thigh, becoming alert. “Don’t tell me the kid’s buying samples to try and crack the formula?”
Old Zhong glanced at him, saying lightly, “Use your head. Even we haven’t been able to crack it—it all depends on our suppliers. You think he could do it? If we could crack it, we would’ve done it ages ago.”
“But…” Stroking his beard, a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes. “That amount really is excessive. At this rate, even supplements could give those effects.”
“Should we investigate?”
“Investigate what? We’re not the supplier, anyway. If some other batch appears on the market, we won’t be the ones getting nervous.”
“And anyway, hurry up and get ready. It’s that time of the month again. That little ancestor’s coming for her cut this afternoon.”
*****
By evening, as darkness gradually fell, Jiang Chi sat in the living room resting after dinner, pondering how to proceed with the next stage of the feminization plan.
Just then, a crisp ring of the phone suddenly sounded. Looking over, he saw it was his own mother calling. Jiang Chi stood up and hurried to his bedroom, quietly closing the door before picking up.
“Yeah, Mom, I’ll be coming back with Qingchan in a month.”
“Qingchan and I? We’re doing well this month. We’ve seen peach blossoms, climbed mountains, gone swimming—everything’s been great.”
“How’s Dad? Still working overtime these days? Oh, fishing now? That’s good, he should relax more.”
On the other end of the video call, Chen Mengrou listened to her son’s calm, steady voice and felt a sense of comfort. Ah Chi was becoming more and more like his father. It was like he’d gone through a transformation—not just physically, but mentally as well; he was more mature now, inside and out.
“Ah Chi, is Chan Chan there? I want to talk to her.”
Jiang Chi’s face stiffened for a moment, but he quickly recovered. Without betraying any emotion, he glanced at the upper left corner of the screen—20:35. If he used the old excuse that she was already asleep at this hour, his mom would definitely be suspicious.
After thinking a moment, Jiang Chi said, “She’s gaming. I’ll go get her, Mom, wait a moment.”
He set the phone down and walked out of the bedroom, heading straight to the room on the left.
He’d said before: he planned to use two months to help Ji Yuannian complete her feminization, and to that end, he’d installed some special gadgets all around the apartment. The keys in his hand could open any room, no matter how tightly locked from inside.
Creak—the door slowly opened.
“Ahh mmm” The sounds of languid moaning drifted from the darkness, interspersed with tiny, rapid gasps, evoking all sorts of wild fantasies.
Hearing those sounds, the man at the door froze in place. But it was already too late to turn back. The long-haired onee-san on the bed, lost in a haze, instinctively looked up at the sound.
In that instant, her round, dark eyes met his calm, blue ones. Their gazes locked.
The blushing, long-haired onee-san on the bed put her hand between her legs. When her gaze met Jiang Chi’s, she looked away in embarrassment, as if hiding some unspeakable emotion.
Ahhhhhh!!
Why did Jiang Chi come in!
Didn’t I lock the door properly?
Ji Yuannian was mortified, furious, regretful, and angry all at once. She hadn’t been doing anything shameful—she was just…
She was just… she’d been having too many erotic dreams lately and suspected her “internal fire” was too strong. She just wanted to vent a little.
But she’d barely even started when Jiang Chi walked in…
Jiang Chi’s face twitched, momentarily unsure how to react. The onee-san on the bed bit her lip gently and lowered her head, her long lashes trembling.
The atmosphere in the room grew unspeakably awkward, as if even time itself had frozen. Jiang Chi was the first to break the silence, his voice a blend of understanding and resignation: “Stop for now—my mom wants to talk to you. Change into something else and switch identities.”
*****
Inside the bedroom, on the double bed, the young girl sat in Jiang Chi’s lap, snuggled up in an impossibly intimate and ambiguous pose. “Ji Qingchan” cheerfully greeted Chen Mengrou on the video call.
“Aunt Chen, hello!”
“How are Jiang-senpai and I doing this month? Very well, he takes good care of me.”
“Did he bully me? Of course not~”
“Aunt Chen, Jiang-senpai is a good person.”
“Mm, mm, goodbye~~”
After a round of daughter-in-law and mother-in-law chit-chat, Ji Yuannian rubbed her sore waist and complained, “Jiang Chi, do you think it’s right for us to fool your mom like this? How about you find a chance to come clean?”
“Just tell her I dumped you—no, wait, that’d be too embarrassing for you. Better say we realized we weren’t compatible and you and ‘Ji Qingchan’ broke up.”
I guess senpai is easier than senior, I don’t mind the method too much as long as the form of address is correct