“Mr. Zhao, your mental stress level has dropped by half an alpha. This is more effective than any treatment we’ve tried before.”
The man in a white coat set aside a psychological questionnaire and looked at Zhao Yicheng, who sat in the chair with dark circles under his eyes and a pale complexion.
The doctor twitched the corner of his mouth and hesitated.
“Although, as a psychologist, I’m not supposed to concern myself too much with your physical condition… materialism teaches us that consciousness is dependent on matter. So… please take better care of your body.”
Nothing left to say.
Zhao Yicheng couldn’t even be bothered to explain.
He still didn’t understand how just one night had left him in such a miserable state.
Xiao Yin was definitely hiding something from him.
What he didn’t know was that he’d actually narrowly escaped disaster.
Succubi don’t have a habit of eating “leftovers”—they only consume fresh prey, right on the spot, until not a single drop is wasted.
If Xu Yinsheng had really gone all the way with him, he’d probably be nothing more than a dried-up corpse in the basement by now.
He tried to get up—but pain stabbed through his kidneys, forcing him to abandon the idea for now.
“Prescribe me something.”
“If it’s for replenishing yang and strengthening the kidneys, I’d actually recommend traditional Chinese medicine,” the white-coated man replied.
“TCM focuses on this principle: ‘To tonify yin, seek yin within yang; to tonify yang, seek yang within yin.’ In other words, while supplementing one deficiency, the opposite aspect must also be reinforced to achieve a balance of yin and yang and promote endless regeneration.”
“For instance, I have a friend who recreated a classical formula called Suo Yang Gu Jing Wan (Lock-Yang Essence-Consolidating Pill).”
“It includes deer antler extract, suo yang, cistanche, morinda root, dodder seed, star anise, leek seed—all kidney-tonifying herbs that warm and boost yang energy.”
“What makes Suo Yang Gu Jing Wan special is that, along with yang-enhancing herbs, it also includes ingredients like prepared rehmannia and cornelian cherry that nourish yin and clear internal heat—so it’s effective in both yang tonification and dual balancing of yin and yang.”
“How much is it?”
Zhao Yicheng cut straight to the point.
The white-coated man smiled even wider.
“Eighty thousand per bottle. Honest pricing. Instant results. Absolutely zero side effects.”
He shook a bottle labeled Pineapple 18 in his hand.
“We accept WeChat Pay and Alipay.”
Ding!
Alipay received ¥80,000.
Zhao Yicheng swallowed one of the brown-colored pills labeled Suo Yang Gu Jing Wan.
He slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again.
His furrowed brows relaxed.
A pair of warm streams rose from his lower back, dulling the pain.
It wasn’t exactly a miracle cure, but the pain had eased significantly.
At least it didn’t feel like moving even a little would make his kidneys explode.
After stretching and moving around a bit, Zhao Yicheng felt that his body was more or less back to working order.
He looked at the man in the white coat holding his medical records.
“That friend of mine… after he stopped taking the medicine, his body still looked frail as ever. And…”
Thinking of that spring dream and all the little oddities from daily life, Zhao Yicheng’s expression became strange and conflicted.
“He’s starting to feel more and more feminine. Sometimes I even wonder… is he really a guy?”
“Hmm…”
The white-coated man tapped his chin with a pencil, pondering deeply.
He nodded to himself, as if murmuring a theory.
“Maybe I was too biased at the start. It’s possible that this is…”
“Mr. Zhao, have you ever heard of a term called—pseudohermaphroditism?”
***
Xu Yinsheng stood in front of a giant mirror.
Reflected in it was a playful, cute boy in pajamas.
He raised a hand to press against his own face in the mirror and silently thought:
“Change.”
With that mental signal, the clothes on his body abruptly began to shift.
Colors clashed and overlapped, faded, then reassembled—like the outfit had been forcibly overwritten.
One second he was a mischievous young boy; the next, he had transformed into a seductive succubus girl dressed in revealing leather armor.
Through the mirror, Xu Yinsheng carefully examined his current appearance.
On top of her head were two small succubus horns.
On her back was a pair of tiny fleshy wings, fluttering softly.
Her lower body was covered only by a leather skirt so short it barely reached the tops of her thighs—no bigger than the size of a hand.
With the slightest movement, it felt like everything underneath might be exposed.
Behind her, a long, slender demon tail swayed freely, its tip shaped like a pink heart, moving according to her will.
It was sultry—extremely so.
Especially her lower half.
The hand-sized leather skirt, worn without any underwear, made even the smallest motion risky.
The enticing scenery beneath could easily be revealed.
“Another new form.”
She said this, unsure whether she should be happy or depressed.
She shouldn’t have made that joke about wanting a “100-form girlfriend like Martin.”
Now, she herself was turning into a “100-form Xu Yinsheng.”
“Change again.”
The seductive succubus girl clad in revealing leather armor vanished, transforming back into the playful, cute boy.
He flopped down at his desk and began writing furiously, pen scratching across clean white paper.
“Known: one gender transformation per day. Each lasts two minutes longer than the last. It’s been two months. Today’s transformation lasted two and a half hours. Currently have three forms: Bad woman, Female version of Xu Yinsheng, Purple-eyed succubus girl Hypothesis 1: A new form appears every two months; each form inherits the previous transformation duration. Hypothesis 2: Mental intent may influence the transformation—changing it from a random time to a fixed one (requires testing). Concern: After two years, when I completely become female, will this ability still remain?”
After finishing all this, Xu Yinsheng lay sprawled out on the cold, clean marble floor, staring up at the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
“Just like that, two months are gone.”
He had 22 months left—660 days—and in that time, he would go through 11 more forms.
They might be human—or not.
Feeling a wave of dejection, Xu Yinsheng popped a milk tablet into his mouth.
The bitterness in his heart eased slightly.
He thought about what had happened that Christmas night in his bedroom.
At the time, Zhao Yicheng was waiting outside, and he had wished, “If only I could use my original face right now…”
And then it had really happened—he turned into Xu Yinsheng’s own face.
He bit the end of his pen and finally added another line beneath the neatly written notes:
“Hypothesis 3: It may be possible to partially swap the identity of a previously transformed form with the current transformation—yet to be confirmed, pending use and verification.”
In the days that followed, Xu Yinsheng remained holed up in his villa, continuing his research to verify his theories while still trying to hide his gender transformations.
He knew that one day, hiding it would no longer be possible.
But for now, he clung to this last straw like a drowning man—refusing to let go.
Time ticked silently by.
A week passed.
During that time, his good buddy Zhao Yicheng invited him to go hiking, but Xu Yinsheng politely declined every time.
He was startled awake by the sound of vibration.
Rubbing his groggy eyes, he realized he was no longer in his own luxurious villa bedroom, but in the back seat of a car.
In the driver’s seat, Zhao Yicheng—wearing sunglasses and chewing a cigarette—glanced at him through the rearview mirror and waved.
“Xiao Yin, let’s go—just us bros. Three days, two nights. Hot spring hotel.”
Whenever Zhao Yicheng says just us bro’s and does something for Xiao Yin it’s so cool.
Also is his plan to see her naked to conform wether Xiao Yin has pseudohermaphroditism?”
U are Einstein!!!!