Xu Yinsheng awkwardly rubbed the tip of his nose.
“Haha, you sure have a wide range of fitness hobbies,” he chuckled, trying to brush it off.
“This isn’t a fitness hobby—it’s a survival skill,” the older Xu Yinsheng retorted, rolling her eyes.
She pressed her toes and heels tightly together, straightened her thighs, knees, and hips, and raised her clasped hands skyward, arms flush against her ears.
Inhaling and exhaling, she bent her body to the right, then to the left, before finally standing upright again.
Her figure bore clear traces of disciplined training—toned, healthy, and undeniably sensual.
The faint glimpse of cleavage during her yoga routine was enough to make anyone’s pulse race.
Xu Yinsheng licked his parched lips.
For a brief moment, the spoiled, playboy “Young Master Xu” persona resurfaced.
“Am I… a yoga instructor in the future?”
“Nope. You’re still jobless, living off your husband—eating his food, drinking his drinks, living the pampered life of a spoiled house cat,” the older Xu Yinsheng replied, plopping down beside him after her workout and gulping electrolyte-infused saltwater.
“If I remember right, you can freely choose to gender-swap outside of the designated times now, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then do it. What’s so bad about being a woman?”
“Ah…”
Xu Yinsheng stared at her in surprise before shaking his head.
“I don’t want to be a woman.”
He wanted to race cars, drink, and hang out with his rowdy friends to pick up pretty girls.
He just wanted to be the carefree, hedonistic Xu Yinsheng.
“What’s so bad about being a woman?”
The older Xu Yinsheng scooted closer unabashedly, her overwhelming feminine aura making him shiver.
He hastily inched away.
“You get to eat well, dress well, be loved, and live a sweet, cozy life,” she said, flipping her long hair.
“Plus, you get to be pretty and adored.”
“But… I like women,” Xu Yinsheng weakly protested.
In response, she poked his forehead.
“You’re just me before the feminine awakening.”
“If you don’t want to suffer so much in the future, you’d better start bending—no, straightening—your sexual orientation ASAP,” she added meaningfully.
The mere thought of falling for a man made Xu Yinsheng shudder in disgust.
He shook his head violently.
“I can’t accept that.”
“Is it the idea of liking men that you can’t accept, or the future version of yourself?”
The older Xu Yinsheng asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement like a wise older sister.
“Both,” Xu Yinsheng admitted, hanging his head in defeat.
“I can’t even imagine a future where I’d like men. It’s like playing a pure love game only to get NTR’d out of nowhere—it just feels wrong.”
“You’re the future me. You get what I mean, right?”
“Of course,” she replied.
Xu Yinsheng sighed, looking at her the way one would at a failed exam score—utterly mortified.
“I also can’t imagine that you’re the future me. You’re no different from a real woman. Like… the genuine article.”
The older Xu Yinsheng, ‘Wow, my past self is really a piece of work. No wonder my husband loves shutting this mouth so much—definitely deserves a good lesson.’
“How did you even end up like this?”
Xu Yinsheng asked, his gaze full of exasperation.
“It just happened naturally,” she said with a shrug, though under her breath, she muttered, “If you’d gone through what I did—imprisonment, chains, dark rooms, full-course obedience training—you’d also think being a woman is the best option.”
“What did you say?”
Xu Yinsheng caught something about “obedience training” and frowned.
“Nothing.”
Big Xu Yinsheng wrapped her arms around Xu Yinsheng’s waist and pulled her into her embrace.
The older sister’s hug made Xu Yinsheng’s cheeks flush slightly, and she said a little haughtily, “What do you want to do?”
“I’ll tell you a secret.”
Big Xu Yinsheng smiled mysteriously.
“Do you know what it’s like to sleep with a man?”
Several images flashed through Xu Yinsheng’s mind.
She was tied up by Zhao Yicheng, fed cookies laced with “succubus tail liquid,” rubbing her legs on the bed, feeling utterly ecstatic.
He shook his head in shame.
“Let me tell you, after you’ve slept with someone.”
She leaned close to Xu Yinsheng’s ear, Big Xu Yinsheng whispering and blowing air into his ear, “I thought to myself, I never want to be a man again.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the person in her arms tremble.
Xu Yinsheng’s cheeks reddened, and it was as if they had a telepathic connection; he vaguely tasted that wonderful sensation.
Feminization process +1.
“Xiao Yin, what do you want to eat tonight?”
The gym door opened, and a man who looked to be about thirty years old walked in.
He noticed the two women embracing and raised an eyebrow.
“This new form is another pair of sisters.”
Xu Yinsheng was completely stunned when she turned her head and saw him, as if she had lost her voice, or perhaps was numb, like a wooden sculpture.
Big Xu Yin smiled, got up, and hugged the man, introducing him to Xu Yinsheng.
“This is my husband, and he’s your future husband too.”
***
In the living room.
On the sofa, Xu Yinsheng took a sip of the mellow, fragrant floral tea.
His heart was also soothed by the warmth as he watched the man playfully interacting with Big Xu Yinsheng.
Zhao Yicheng, no, it was Zhao Yicheng twenty years later.
Time hadn’t left too many traces on him; he was well-dressed in a suit, handsome, taller and stronger, seemingly able to lift Xu Yinsheng with just one hand.
On the other side, Big Xu Yinsheng had almost finished talking with Big Zhao Yicheng.
Big Zhao Yicheng looked at the girl, no, the boy sitting on the sofa.
The boy was half-tucking his head, a little cautious, with clear, watery big eyes that were indescribably cute and playful.
Big Zhao Yicheng thought that twenty years would have caused some things to be forgotten over time.
But seeing Xu Yinsheng’s face now seemed to instantly pull him back to his youthful days.
During their third year of high school, preparing for the college entrance exam, every weekend break they would go to the internet cafe to let loose.
“You pick Daji, I pick Cao Cao, you go mid, I go jungle, nothing has changed.”
“Xiao Yin?” he tentatively called out.
“Cough cough, it’s me,” Xu Yinsheng was just incredibly embarrassed now, especially seeing his future self in Big Zhao Yicheng’s arms.
Good buddy turned husband.
Forget it, he’d rather die.
Big Xu Yinsheng leaned against Big Zhao Yicheng, her finger drawing circles on his chest.
She looked at herself on the sofa, “Do you remember when I first told you I needed your help with something?”
“I remember.”
Xu Yinsheng immediately sat up straight.
He must have been brought from the past to the future for something very important, something related to the existence of the entire world, the end of humanity.
Could it be the end of the world, the demise of the universe, or an invasion from another world?
Or, more boldly, perhaps she didn’t like men and regretted getting married, wanting him to kick Zhao Yicheng away in the past and rewrite history.
“I want my husband to sleep with you.”
Okay, what the fuck haha
This a different level of amusement breaking the fabric of reality I was sure that Big Yu Xiao bought her younger self for 3 some with her husband I was wrong for that doesn’t really make it any better making ur younger self 20 years younger to sleep with ur current husand that’s above 30 while she is only 17 or 18 who knows☠️😭
That was unexpected.
Oh my lord…