Spring slumber unaware of dawn, among the cats chirp the birds.
Friday, Wanqing City, inside a clinic.
A little boy wearing a blue and white striped shirt sat in an esports chair, clutching a game console, playing with great delight.
“Excuse me, is Senior Zhang Junfang from the Zhang Family Clinic here?”
A clear voice came from the doorway. The boy playing the game looked up and saw a girl with dirty dreadlocks, about sixteen or seventeen years old, her face pure and fresh, still carrying the faint traces of youthful innocence. She was likely a schoolgirl from nearby Yongxing School.
Suddenly, Yan Qing, who was in the middle of an intense game, put down his phone, raised his head, and stared at the girl.
He sniffed the air with his nose, his expression turning strange, but he still called out toward the back:
“Meow meow~ Teacher, a miss is here looking for you.”
“Who is it! So early and we haven’t started business yet,” Zhang Junfang said, stepping out from the back room in his white coat, frowning and muttering.
“Senior Zhang, I’m Senior Ji’s friend, here to get some medicine for him,” the girl said, tucking her long hair behind her ear.
“Girlfriend, huh?” Zhang Junfang raised an eyebrow, then pulled out several pre-packaged boxes of medicine from the nearby cabinet and tossed them to the girl.
“Remember to come later next time. We follow labor laws; we don’t open before 8:30.”
“We’re just ordinary friends,” the girl smiled and explained as she took the medicine.
After the girl’s figure completely disappeared from view, Zhang Junfang was about to head out to buy breakfast when a small head suddenly appeared in front of him, orange-yellow eyes full of strange emotion.
“Meow meow meow~ Teacher, this miss carries Senior Ji’s scent.”
Zhang Junfang smiled ambiguously: “You mean she’s Senior Ji’s girlfriend.”
Scent, scent—definitely something that comes from long periods of close contact. And what else can that be if not a couple?
“No, meow~” Yan Qing shook his head, interrupting Zhang’s guess: “I think she is Senior Ji himself.”
“And also…”
The little boy’s expression turned inexplicably strange.
“She also carries Senior Jiang’s scent.”
“What?!!”
…
Wanqing Yongxing School, Secret Base No. 2.
Casually tossing the medicine boxes onto the desk, the girl collapsed onto the sofa and stretched comfortably.
“Fixing my hair is such a hassle, even changing back to dreadlocks is a pain. If only I had done it later.”
“Jiang Chi, oh Jiang Chi, you really gave me a tough problem.”
“For you, I’m starting to sacrifice my big brother status~~”
Her own XP was the pure girl and qipao beauty, so the persona of “Ji Qingchan” could control both.
The cold, elegant older sister type wouldn’t work—not just because of height, figure, and temperament, but because she liked the process of conquering that cold, elegant sister.
What was that saying again? “The untouchable iceberg beauty in your eyes, yet obedient under my hand…”
Ji Yueniang herself loved this kind of vibe, satisfying the male genetic imprint of conquest, control, and a sense of achievement.
But if you asked what her truest self was, the answer was: “You cannot see the true face of Mount Lu, because you are in the mountain.”
Her truest self, her truest self.
What was Ji Yueniang’s real self? The domineering and flamboyant school bully standing at 1.83 meters? The sunny, lively big boy? Or the cross-dressing boy with unspeakable secret hobbies hidden deep inside?
If the genders were reversed, domineering and flamboyant school bully = a sexy older sister with a bad girl vibe? Sunny and lively big boy = youthful energetic girl, and the secret cross-dressing boy = the mischievous “old lecherous lady” who likes teasing?
She casually picked up a pair of fishnet stockings she had bought a few days ago from the sofa, running her fingers over the delicate and smooth texture, making her itch to try them on.
“I really am a pervert! Cross-dressing is such a dangerous affliction!!”
Ji Yueniang kept cursing with a face full of disgust, then awkwardly picked up the fishnets and slowly pulled them over her legs.
As the fabric of the fishnets touched her calves, a delicate and smooth sensation rippled like a current rushing through her skin.
That icy cool feeling aside, deep inside her heart, an indescribable and strange pleasure began to rise!
As the fishnets slowly covered her legs, the feeling of bare legs disappeared instantly, replaced by a slight sense of restraint, like being gently bound around the neck with hemp rope—a faint suffocating yet stimulating sensation.
Ji Yueniang felt her face burning like it was on fire, warm and flushed.
She subconsciously glanced at the full-length mirror on the wall.
The girl in the mirror’s cheeks were as red as a ripe, luscious apple, her originally clear eyes now dreamy and hazy, lips trembling slightly from inner excitement.
This expression made her look like a woman enslaved by desire.
Ji Yueniang covered her face and laughed softly: “I’m so perverted, but I’m so excited. Why is it that when others cross-dress, it’s mostly embarrassment, but for me, it’s ninety-nine percent excitement and thrill!!”
“No! It’s not my fault! It’s the cross-dressing’s fault!!”
“Ah ah ah, I feel like one day I’m going to end up in a psychiatric hospital.”
“Su Tian was right, pleasure is for the moment. Whatever happens later, will be later!”
“Hahaha…”
After a long time, Ji Yueniang finally came down from the euphoric, drug-like high.
She struggled to move the full-length mirror in front of the sofa, crossed her beautiful legs, and studied her reflection carefully.
The legs of a sixteen-year-old girl in her innocent prime were simply perfect—not too fat, not too thin, proportionate and slender, but with a healthy fleshiness.
Especially paired with the grid-patterned fishnets, it added several layers of sensuality and laziness, with a subtle flavor of a delicate young woman.
“As expected, fishnets are yyds!” Ji Yueniang rubbed her slightly flushed nose.
Her gaze then fell on a few other items on the sofa—knee-high boots, a cropped jacket, leather shorts.
“Jiang Chi should like these.”
She muttered to herself, then couldn’t help but cover her face and laugh quietly.
“I can’t wait to tease an innocent young boy!!”
“Joy, pure joy!!”
“The so-called ‘fun person,’ that’s definitely me!!”
…
Zhang Family Clinic.
“Meow meow~ Teacher, why do so many people succumb to desire?”
Just after breakfast, Yan Qing brought a book over to Zhang Junfang and handed it to him, asking: “So many people in here are driven by desire to do evil things. They know it’s wrong, but why do so many still choose to do it?”
Zhang Junfang took the book and glanced at it, his mouth twitching slightly. Good grief, The Power of Desire’s Downfall.
When did this book appear on his shelf? Clearly not suitable for children!
But under the hopeful gaze of the little boy, he decided to give him an impromptu psychology lesson. Though his own kid was already quite twisted and had the guts to challenge his teacher, it was still better to teach him right.
He flipped through a few pages casually, then closed it and looked at Yan Qing. “What do you think desire is?”
“A bad thing.”
“If a primitive man is hungry and wants to eat, is that desire?”
“I guess so… meow.”
“Then if that primitive man, wanting to eat more, invents a stone spear, is that progress?”
“Of course, progress is good. Like Brother Mu Yuange often says, it’s because of progress that life shines like a song.”
“Now back to the previous topic. Because of the desire to eat, the stone spear was invented, leading to civilization’s progress. Is desire good or bad?”
“Meow?” Yan Qing’s little brain immediately crashed, scratching his head in confusion.
Zhang Junfang chuckled and began explaining: “Desire is the foundation of human nature. Without desire, humans would just be a pile of rotten flesh.”
“But desire isn’t everything. When desire loses its shackles, and wildness is unrestrained, people cease to be human. They become shameless, rude, emotionless, unable to distinguish good from evil, turning into the cruelest beasts…”
“Desire is the cornerstone of human nature, and human nature is the rein that controls desire. Most people live in this balance. When they’re hungry, they don’t snatch food on sight; they buy it. When they’re tired, they don’t sleep anywhere; they go home.”
“But from another perspective, some fail to find the balance on the tightrope between desire and humanity. Some sink into their desires and slide into the abyss. Others etch their humanity so deeply, they become like cold machines.”
“Those who drown in desire are like the temple prostitutes of the medieval religious era. They claim to soothe the pure souls of the world, full of lofty feelings and self-righteousness, then part their legs to entertain paying or non-paying, real or fake devotees, unaware if the other is devout or just taking advantage.”
“The devotees don’t know if the temple prostitute acts out of faith, self-satisfaction, or uses faith as a cover for self-gratification. And when she gets off the bed, she’s still the solemn, pure saint.”
“The collapse of ideals and the rise of lust intertwine, all under the guise of ‘for others.’ Sweet as poison, these ideas subtly warp over time. Such theories are often applied in couples’ BDSM activities, recorded in the book you brought.”
Unconsciously, Zhang Junfang realized he’d talked too much, including many topics inappropriate for children.
Snapping back, he met the pure and naive gaze of the little boy and blushed slightly, clearing his throat several times.
“In short, Yan Qing, it’s like this: if you can’t control your desires, you’ll eventually fall into the abyss. This is common among some psychological patients.”
“Cough, cough, cough, Yan Qing, did you understand?”
Yan Qing scratched his head in confusion, his face blank: “So complicated, meow. Computer programming is still simpler.”