Chapter 001: The Super Transformation System

In the cramped, dark little room, the soft, lingering moans of a woman echoed, carrying on for half an hour before a sudden ringtone pierced the air and interrupted the scene. From the other side of the computer screen, a hand reached out and pressed the pause button, freezing the image at the peak of passion—a woman astride a man.

Seeing the name on the phone screen, Li Huan cursed under his breath before hitting the answer button. "Give me one good reason not to curse your sister right now..."

"I don't have a sister!" came a man's cheerful voice from the other end. "Isn't that reason enough?"

"...," Li Huan gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to hang up, and snapped, "What do you want?"

"Is the stuff downloaded yet? Don't forget to bring it tonight!" The man's voice dropped to a conspiratorial tone, the muffled thump of music audible in the background.

Li Huan jiggled the mouse and checked the download manager—everything was complete. Phone pressed to his ear, he replied, "Got it. Your mind is always in the gutter, isn't there anything else you enjoy?"

"Sure! Reading dirty comics. They're even more lovable than live-action!" The voice on the other end took on a lecherous, sleazy tone—what a degenerate.

Li Huan hung up without another word, glanced down, and realized he felt nothing now but annoyance. He scowled, shut the video, and reached to remove the massive flash drive. But just as he was safely ejecting it, a pop-up abruptly filled the monitor with seductive images of Miss Aoi, wet and inviting. Li Huan's body reacted instantly.

What the hell was this? He was genuinely unsettled—had viruses today become this insidious? He stared a moment longer, then moved the cursor to the red X in the corner.

Sure enough, the troublesome moment came—a dialogue box popped up: "Highly recommended! Miss Aoi's sensational comeback—Office Temptation! Are you sure you want to close this?"

Since when did online shopping sites merge with adult videos?

Li Huan hesitated but clicked "OK." The box closed, but a new line of text appeared: "Terminal program installed. Peripheral configuration level: 'Trash.' Forced download not supported. Please proceed manually!"

Li Huan rolled his eyes. What kind of arrogant virus was this? He opened Task Manager to force close the program, but the result left him utterly exasperated.

Dialogue boxes proliferated, layer upon layer, swarming over every inch of the display. Suddenly, Miss Aoi herself leapt out—naked, pouting, blowing a kiss. A red heart expanded until, inside, there was yet another damned dialogue box.

This one had actual content. Li Huan leaned closer to read, and the words were enough to make anyone want to bang their head against the wall: "Dear user, want to transform? Ever feel lonely, empty, and cold late at night thinking of a certain woman? Isn't it even worse seeing those untouchable goddesses and not being able to lay a finger on them? But with this Super Transformation System, you can become any woman your filthy mind can conjure—so you can indulge all your wicked fantasies, satisfying your twisted desires beyond society's limits. Isn't that cool, young man?"

Li Huan imagined himself as a busty girl and immediately felt his mind unravel. It was an oddly tempting offer.

At the bottom: "Click OK to download the system. Click Cancel, and you’ll have to close a hundred thousand dialogue boxes. Rebooting or cutting the power won’t help!"

"Damn! And this is what you call not supporting forced downloads?" Li Huan cursed, pressing the power button on the tower, but nothing happened. With no other option, he yanked the power cord.

Turning back, he was dumbfounded. Even with the power cut, the monitor glowed, and the computer tower rumbled with a thunderous, ominous vibration.

Grinding his teeth, Li Huan clicked Cancel—another box popped up: "Brain-dead, are you? How long will you keep clicking the red X on a hundred thousand pop-ups?"

"Son of a—!" Li Huan had had enough. Had he really just been mocked by a virus? What kind of half-wit designed this thing?

He wanted to punch his monitor to pieces but restrained himself. Soon, yet another dialogue appeared: "Both OK and Cancel will confirm the download. You’ve been played! Now, please insert your finger or any protruding body part into the USB port of the host."

"Screw you!" Li Huan finally lost it. A virus on a junk computer he'd bought for a few hundred had nearly driven him mad. He punched the screen, then pulled back in pain; the old, heavy monitor was ugly, but still sturdy. Resorting to his foot, he kicked the tower.

Bang! The case, already half-detached, barely held together. With a few kicks, something exploded inside—probably the motherboard frying. Sparks flew, and Li Huan suddenly noticed the flash drive still plugged in. He reached to yank it out, but as his fingers touched the metal casing, an arc of electricity shot out like a twisting snake, crawling up his arm and flooding his whole body with current.

Hissing and crackling, the scene spiraled out of control. Li Huan's fingers fused to the flash drive, the arc of electricity holding him fast. The tower and monitor spat out blue sparks, and Li Huan's body went numb as he saw the space behind the desk twist and warp, patterns of symbols and numbers swirling together.

This bizarre vision frightened him so much he squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them, nothing remained—it had all vanished like a hallucination. The current faded, his body collapsed backward, and the computer finally gave a resounding bang, dying for good.

"Human implantation complete! System fusion will take three hours!" A voice echoed in Li Huan's mind as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Dazed, he opened his eyes and shook his head, but the voice did not return. Turning to the mirror, he saw his clothes had been burned to cinders, hanging in tatters. His lower half was exposed and chillingly bare.

The computer tower still smoked, the screen was left with a gaping hole, and the room was in utter chaos. Thankfully there was no fire—he was only renting, and couldn’t afford to pay for damages.

The commotion had already drawn the attention of the neighboring tenant. Soon, someone knocked—a girl's voice called through the door, "What exploded in there? Are you okay?"

She must’ve thought something dangerous had happened. But hearing her, Li Huan was surprised. He’d lived here for nearly a month and never seen the girl sharing the apartment with him. This was the first time he'd heard her voice, and it was surprisingly sweet.

Li Huan grinned, his mind racing to all sorts of indecent scenarios, but quickly realized his predicament and rushed to find something to wear.

He had a round, firm backside, and as he bent over to peel off his scorched, ruined shorts, the door was suddenly kicked open. A girl burst in, shouting, "Are you all right—"

There wasn’t a breath between the words, as if she hadn’t paused at all. If it were Li Huan, he’d at least gasp in surprise before screaming.

Caught mid-undress, bent over, his bare rear facing the door, Li Huan twisted around at the shriek. He saw a pretty, fair-skinned girl blushing with her mouth wide open, caught in a frozen tableau with him in this absurd position. If their roles were reversed...

What wicked thoughts come to mind, reader?

Who knows how long the scream lasted before it abruptly stopped. Li Huan had no intention of letting the entire building come to witness his disgrace. He had no idea the human body could surpass its limits in a moment of crisis, but as he lunged to cover the girl's mouth, she was still frozen in shock.

Most embarrassing of all, as his shorts fell away, his lower appendage, free from its restraints, swung with inertia and smacked against the girl's thigh—the surprise made Li Huan yelp.

Without checking for injury, he hurriedly slammed the door shut. Just as he was about to release the girl, a sharp pain flared—she’d bitten his hand.

Gritting his teeth, Li Huan let go, trying to free his other hand from her jaws. She slipped away, agilely kicking at his face.

Bang!

He toppled, limbs splayed, his dignity further bruised. The girl, seeing this, quickly shut her eyes and, without thinking, flung her phone—which she’d been about to use to call the police—straight at him.

"Mercy, please!" Li Huan scrambled up, reacting quickly to catch the phone. Scooting back to the bed, he yanked up the sheet to cover his exposed lower half.

A pungent smell of smoke filled the air. The girl glanced at the blackened room, the ruined tower still puffing out fumes. Realization dawned. Peeking through her fingers, she was amazed he’d survived such a roasting, sneered, muttered, "Pervert," and hurried out, face flushed.

The door slammed. Only then did Li Huan breathe a sigh of relief, reaching up to wipe the cold sweat from his brow—only to realize he still held her phone. He considered chasing after her, but one look at his sorry, half-naked state made him think better of it. Only when he saw the living room empty did he dash to the bathroom.

The tower had stopped smoking. Li Huan opened the window to air out the room, stared at the charred computer in despair, and decided it was time to buy a new one with his meager savings. A pity for the gigabytes of premium war art videos now lost.

The air was thick with the acrid smell of burnt plastic. He cleaned up a little—at least enough that it wouldn’t look like a fire had just broken out. He sat on the bed, pondering the impossible fact that the computer had continued running after being unplugged, and doubted his own sanity. Then a ringtone jolted him from his thoughts.

It was the girl's abandoned phone. The caller ID showed a pouty, rosy-cheeked face making a peace sign—he couldn’t make out the features, but the pink lips were certainly inviting.

Li Huan mimicked her pose in the mirror and immediately felt ridiculous. The caller’s name was "Piggy Baby"—probably the girl's friend.

"Her name was Su Dieyi, I think," Li Huan recalled. He’d posted a roommate ad online a month ago, and she’d replied. They’d chatted for a bit, so he remembered her unusual name. But after she moved in, they’d hardly seen each other.

Li Huan worked odd hours, mostly at night, and slept during the day. Though they lived under the same roof, they'd barely interacted. All he really knew was that she was a tall, attractive woman.

Today, their first "frank encounter" had left Li Huan feeling oddly unsettled. Why did the roles never reverse? When a girl is seen naked by a man, she can rightfully demand he take responsibility for her body and her future. But if Li Huan, blushing and nervous, went to Su Dieyi and asked the same, would he get beaten up?

Of course he would. His tragic fate would likely begin with the loss of his manhood.

The ringtone continued to blare—how could a girl choose such a violent sound?—as Li Huan carried the phone to her door, knocked, and pressed the receiver close so she could hear. "Your phone! If you don't come out, I'll answer it for you!"

No response. He knocked again. Suddenly, a sliver of door opened, and a large, black eye peered out, startling Li Huan. The door was yanked open and the girl from before strode out, snatching her phone just as the call ended. With a cold huff, she whipped a piece of paper from behind her back and slapped it onto Li Huan's forehead.

Li Huan staggered but managed not to fall. Peeling the paper off, he saw bold, black letters scrawled across it: "Super Ultimate Pervert!"

He was speechless. Why did girls always act so aggrieved after taking advantage of men? She’d just seen his bare backside, yet she could act as though she were the victim. Had the concept of gender equality been completely overturned?

He rubbed his butt, feeling wronged, and glanced at the "Super Ultimate Pervert" sign. He tried to look fierce, but quickly gave up. Through the door, he called, "How can you just slap labels on people? And how was I the pervert, anyway? I was electrocuted for no reason, and you just happened to see my butt. If anything, you should at least pay for the door you kicked down!"

He realized, as he said it, that accusing her of seeing his butt did sound a bit perverted. Not many people would say such a thing.

With no response forthcoming, Li Huan slunk back to his room, checked his broken lock, and wondered what kind of girl had the strength to kick a door down. If she’d had ill intentions, who knows if he would’ve had the courage to resist if a beautiful woman attacked him in the middle of the night.