“Cough, cough, cough, don’t be mad.”
It seemed Witch Xu Yinsheng could see that Xu Yinsheng was truly angry now, so she stopped teasing, put away her playful look, and showed a serious expression.
“I came this time to give you a Goldfinger, and also to have a heart-to-heart. Last time you left in such a hurry, we didn’t have a proper talk. Don’t you want to know about your specific living situation in the future?”
“Goldfinger?”
Xu Yinsheng looked up at her suspiciously, as if trying to guess the truth in her words.
“That’s right, Goldfinger, the must-have thing for every protagonist who transmigrates in certain Orphanage web novels. I guarantee you’ll like it.”
As she spoke, the witch grinned and pulled out two sets of teacups from her pocket.
Under Xu Yinsheng’s astonished gaze, she also took out a teapot, small cakes, and tiny silver spoons.
In just a moment, an entire afternoon tea set was neatly arranged on the table.
Xu Yinsheng stared in shock at this scene.
Doraemon’s Dimensional Pocket?
“Wrong, it’s Witch’s Pocket.”
Witch Xu Yinsheng playfully stuck out her tongue at her.
Hmm?
Mind Reading?
“Of course! As a proper witch, Mind Reading is a basic skill.”
Witch Xu Yinsheng leaned forward to pour a cup of tea for Xu Yinsheng.
The steam rose in curls; the tea was crystal clear and exuded a refreshing fragrance.
“Here, try it.”
“Afternoon tea is my favorite part. It’s just a shame I don’t have many girlfriends, so sometimes I can only drink alone.”
Xu Yinsheng picked up the cup and took a whiff, the aroma making her mouth water.
She sipped a small mouthful.
It tasted slightly sweet, the fragrance rich, and at the same time it washed away the gloom in her heart.
Xu Yinsheng scooped up a spoonful of the little cake—the delicate sweetness, the soft and moist texture melted in her mouth, flowing between her lips and teeth.
Her mood gradually lightened and became cheerful.
“Will you have children in the future?”
Witch Xu Yinsheng was herself twenty years in the future.
By normal standards, after twenty years, a child would at least be in junior or senior high.
But during the three-day glimpse into her future, in that huge villa, there were only the older Xu Yinsheng and the older Zhao Yicheng, not another soul.
Xu Yinsheng had been confused about this at the time, but never had a chance to ask, since that dining table play was too shocking.
She had still been a boy back then and had no desire to get involved.
“Well…”
The witch scooped up some cake and popped it into her mouth, squinting her eyes happily at the sweet taste.
“When I was young, I didn’t understand my parents. After growing up, and becoming a parent, compared to a happy family of three, I actually prefer the sweet life of just two people. So, you get it.”
Xu Yinsheng nodded, secretly sighing in relief.
Good, no children.
She still didn’t want to get pregnant.
She remembered when she saw “pregnancy” written in Zhao Yicheng’s diary, she was utterly stunned.
Gender swap plus pregnancy?
Might as well cut her throat and start over.
“But…”
The witch changed the subject, smiling at her.
“Even if I’m not pregnant, sometimes I still like to experience what it’s like to be a mother.”
What did that mean?
Xu Yinsheng was completely at a loss.
How could you be a mother without getting pregnant?
Could it be adoption?
Seeing her own past self look so adorably clueless, Witch Xu Yinsheng couldn’t help but laugh.
“I just make myself a daughter. Don’t forget, we’re Handcraft Experts. Let me show you.”
Before she finished speaking, a mass of liquid metal appeared in her hands.
The witch put down her cup, and her two hands began moving quickly over the metal.
Magic gathered at her fingertips.
As her fingers moved, the liquid metal changed shape rapidly, like fermenting dough, transforming in mysterious and mesmerizing ways, dazzling to the eye.
Soon, Witch Xu Yinsheng held in her lap a childlike figure, looking about seven or eight years old, dressed in a deep red children’s onesie, exquisite and petite.
A pair of small slender legs, rarely seen, wore a long pair of white tights, and on her feet were black Mary Jane shoes.
The tender toes were perfectly hidden in the deep shoe tips, and on the soft instep wrapped in white silk there was a single strap — as if to highlight the snow-white softness of the black-haired little girl’s feet, the strap was even slightly indented.
Little Xu Yinsheng sat on Witch Xu Yinsheng’s lap, turning her head to bury it in her bosom, rubbing and acting spoiled: “Mommy, mommy, I want milk.”
Witch Xu Yinsheng picked her up and kissed her soft, pink cheek.
“Nope, this is all for your daddy.”
She glanced at the real Xu Yinsheng, who was left dumbfounded by this outrageous display, a wicked and mischievous smile curling at her lips.
“Good girl, good baby, tonight come to mommy and daddy’s bed, mommy will give you something even tastier to drink.”
Pervert, damn pervert!
If this was really her future self, she might as well cut her throat and restart now.
“Stop cursing, I told you it’s just to experience the feeling of being a mother.”
Naturally, Witch Xu Yinsheng could hear Xu Yinsheng’s thoughts.
Hugging little Xu Yinsheng, the “Mother-Daughter” duo faced Xu Yinsheng and said in unison:
“It’s just Role Play, at the core it’s still me.”
“Everyone has their own X Preference. Just like you now—you like schoolgirls, mature ladies, lolis, white stockings, black stockings, fishnet stockings.”
“Zhao Yicheng has his own X Preference too. Don’t be fooled by him tying his tie and wearing a suit, looking all upright and like an elite of society—when it comes to bed, he likes things like bondage, restraint, uniforms, and all that.”
“I just like Role Play, that’s all. It’s human nature.”
Xu Yinsheng snorted coldly, turned away, and said nothing.
“Hey, hey, hey! That’s too much!”
Witch Xu Yinsheng glared at her, and even little Xu Yinsheng in her arms puffed her cheeks and pouted angrily.
“How can you say I’m like some *dog, *beast in a Shengnu, or Star Fury novel? I’m your future self, you know. Insulting me is insulting your own future!”
“What? Even now you still think I’m just one possible future for you, not your definite future?”
Xu Yinsheng hadn’t spoken aloud, but Witch Xu Yinsheng could hear her thoughts—full of criticism and discontent.
She held her forehead, looking helpless.
“You haven’t Fallen to Femininity yet, you can’t accept your female identity. There are still lots of male habits in your way of thinking, so of course you can’t understand my happiness.”
“I just don’t get it—why do you resist falling to femininity so much? I used to be just like you, completely opposed, but now, if I could choose again, I’d pick the same path without hesitation!”
“To change from a useless wastrel to a beloved girlfriend and wife—isn’t that wonderful?”
Xu Yinsheng shot her a cold glance and said, “Our paths are different, we can’t work together.”
Looking from the future, Xu Yinsheng was just a Fake Tomboy in Witch Xu Yinsheng’s eyes (from the witch’s perspective, Xu Yinsheng was physically female now, but still hadn’t accepted a woman’s way of thinking, so she called her a Fake Tomboy).
In the same way, looking from the past to the future, Xu Yinsheng also couldn’t accept Witch Xu Yinsheng—couldn’t accept her own fallen to femininity future, couldn’t accept a future where she willingly yielded under a man, and certainly couldn’t accept this perverted, obsessed version of her future self.
Seeing that she couldn’t persuade Xu Yinsheng, Witch Xu Yinsheng decided not to waste any more effort.
After all, time would prove everything.
From her perspective, her journey of falling to femininity had its share of bumps, but overall it was going well.
That subtle and gradual descent, the transformation from male to female, the quiet, invisible change in her heart—from someone admired, longed for, respected, a once-proud wastrel, whose spirit and character was broken, trampled, desecrated… only then does falling to femininity have real value.
In the end, with her boyfriend’s help and discipline, she became the woman he loved.
That feeling was absolutely amazing!
It only made her want more!!
“Alright, let’s set this topic aside for now.”
Witch Xu Yinsheng propped her fair chin with her delicate hand, purple eyes glimmering with lively light:
“Do you know what day it is today?”