Chapter 12: Han Xuemi's Counterattack

On the way, Li Huan asked a few questions and learned that Han Xue Mi had only been at the hospital for about half a year herself. From their conversation, it was clear this girl had little guile, a truly innocent soul. Of course, Li Huan’s greatest interest lay in Han Xue Mi’s pale, tender chest—not as exaggerated as a G cup, but at least a D. He reached out, pressing his own chest, feeling the softness and warmth, the exquisite sensation. After all, he’d never touched a real woman before, and with this sudden opportunity, his courage swelled. Unable to resist, he reached out and touched Han Xue Mi’s chest.

The sensation was silky and soft, like jelly warmed in hot water, yielding yet astonishingly resilient. Yes, it was every bit as full and soft as his own chest.

“Hey! Why are you touching me?” Han Xue Mi was startled, quickly covering her chest with her hands, forgetting to grasp the steering wheel. The car veered out of control, heading straight for the roadside fence.

Li Huan froze, but he reacted quickly. He lunged forward, grabbing the steering wheel with both hands and twisting it sharply. The car fishtailed, narrowly avoiding a collision. Breathing a sigh of relief, he turned off the ignition.

Passing cars gave them a wide berth, likely perceiving the pink Beetle’s driver as a recent license-holder—a menace on the road—not daring to come close.

Minutes passed before Han Xue Mi regained her composure. She patted her chest, then suddenly turned, frowning at Li Huan, furious. “What were you doing just now? We nearly had an accident!”

Li Huan silently cursed his luck. This woman’s reaction was too intense—after all, it wasn’t a man touching her, and they were both “women.” It wasn’t as if a little touch would shrink her chest, yet she acted as if he were some kind of pervert.

Of course, ignoring Li Huan’s current appearance, his actions could certainly be considered those of a lecher.

“I just thought your chest looked so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself. I really didn’t mean anything by it, please don’t be angry, okay?” Li Huan pouted his rosy lips, blinking his large, pretty eyes, whining coquettishly and even wrapping his arms around Han Xue Mi’s, pressing his own softness against her.

After this, even he felt a shiver run down his spine.

“…Fine! Just don’t do it again, it’s dangerous!” Seeing Li Huan like that, Han Xue Mi couldn’t stay angry. It was like a cute little girl pouting in front of you—how could anyone bear to scold her?

“Oh, your forehead is bleeding!” Li Huan suddenly noticed Han Xue Mi had scraped her forehead, blood oozing from the wound. He was startled—thank goodness nothing serious had happened, or things would have gotten out of hand.

What a damned day!

Li Huan couldn’t help roaring inwardly. He got out, ran to a nearby convenience store, bought some band-aids, and pointed at Han Xue Mi. “Come closer, I’ll put this on your wound so it won’t get infected.”

Han Xue Mi obediently leaned in, not angry about her scraped skin. As she bent forward, her neckline opened, exposing a broad swath of snowy skin, the half-rounded curve of her chest stretching the shirt taut, buttons straining as though ready to pop.

Are all nurses so well-endowed? No wonder this profession holds such sacred allure in men’s hearts.

Li Huan was no gentleman, and from his vantage point, Han Xue Mi’s chest was almost entirely visible. He couldn’t help sneaking several glances, nearly drooling over the creamy skin and full curves.

“Where are you looking?” Han Xue Mi noticed Li Huan’s lascivious gaze. But facing another woman, she wasn’t very guarded, only covering herself a little.

“Your chest is so big, and so pretty!” Li Huan stared openly, eyes gleaming, unable to restrain a few words of praise.

But Han Xue Mi’s next words nearly made Li Huan jump out of his skin. She stared at Li Huan’s chest with an odd, excited expression. “Yours is big too. I really want to touch it!”

With a shriek, Li Huan felt Han Xue Mi’s hand grasp his chest, gently squeezing…

Li Huan blushed, mortified!

Returning to his lodgings, the living room light was off as usual. He’d lived here nearly a month, rarely spending an hour outside his room—always holed up. Clearly, the other bedroom housed a homebody as well; since moving in, today was the only day they’d spoken face-to-face, and even argued.

But to his surprise, his bedroom door had been replaced. It looked old, but was far more intact than before. A note was taped to the door, the handwriting neat and elegant—clearly from Su Die Yi in the next room: “Let’s treat today as a misunderstanding. I changed your door. If you’re not happy with it, come find me!”

Li Huan smiled, pulled off the note, glanced back—the light in the neighboring room was still on. But in his current state, he couldn’t let anyone see him. Even entering the stairwell, he’d sneaked in, and now he hurried inside, not lingering at the door.

What he didn’t know was that, despite his caution, he’d still drawn Su Die Yi’s attention. Through the crack of her door, she saw a woman in a nurse’s outfit enter Li Huan’s room, and her heart began to race, her impression of Li Huan plummeting.

That guy actually hired a call girl! Truly a filthy pervert!

Su Die Yi stomped her foot, furious she’d wasted several hundred yuan to replace his door. That scoundrel—shameless! Why bother with a door? Someone like him deserved to be castrated!

The pink-hued room was clean and simple, with a touch of warmth and romance. Beside the bed hung a life-sized plush doll, its face adorned with a drawing of a little person with a bare bottom—remarkably similar to how Li Huan had been seen today.

Su Die Yi pouted, filled with indignation. She had always been strict with herself. She knew of Li Huan—not very well, but enough to believe he wasn’t a degenerate. That was why she’d agreed to share the apartment. She never imagined he could be so depraved!

Thinking of this, Su Die Yi’s beautiful face flushed, her cheeks puffed out. She looked up, just as her eyes landed on the bare-bottomed drawing on the plush doll’s face. Without a word, she let out a low growl, kicked the doll, knocking the drawing onto the floor, then stomped on it repeatedly.

“Die, you filthy pervert, hmph…” Finally exhausted, she stopped, flopped onto the bed, cheeks puffed, blowing a stray lock of hair from her lips, muttering, “Stupid pig, claiming to be a good person. Would a good person hire a call girl? Hmph, pervert!”

“Achoo…” Just as he sat down in his room, Li Huan sneezed, rubbed his nose, and stared at the mirror. The reflection showed a cute, seductive little girl, his expression shifting wildly.

Today, his life had split in two. From a man, he’d suddenly become a little girl—even his boyhood had become girlhood. Such a sudden turn left him utterly unbalanced.

Unusual events always have strange causes!

He was left wondering what kind of power could turn a man into a woman, and how the so-called “Super Transformation System” could alter his body structure.

Perhaps, waking up to find yourself a woman, you’d suspect your previous life was only a dream. But if you watched your chest grow and your boyhood vanish, would you still think you were dreaming? This was a complete upheaval of human evolution!

Standing naked before the mirror, gazing at his smooth, alluring body, he felt all doubts about his transformation melt away. But as he looked at the creamy, lustrous skin under the light, he felt no urgency for pleasure—his mind tangled in how to become a man again.

“The first transformation will consume fifty energy points and last six hours, during which system energy will be replenished. Please avoid any injury to yourself, or system energy cannot be properly restored, and transformation cannot be reversed!” A sweet, coquettish voice rang out—it was the system that had tempted Li Huan to transform.

“What do you mean, ‘injury to yourself’?” Li Huan asked.

“To be blunt, don’t break the membrane lightly, or it will consume one hundred energy points. Currently, the system only has fifty points left. If energy falls below zero, the system will shut down, and the host cannot revert to their previous state. So, if you’re thinking of self-pleasure, be careful!”

“System? Is this the Super Transformation System? What the hell is this? How did I become a woman?” Li Huan was nearly frantic. Was this some twisted joke from God? If so, God was truly perverse!

“This is a transformation system developed by the country’s top supernatural abilities research association, using a specific frequency via the information source terminal device to read and write transformation data into the host’s body. It reconstructs the human body, alters genes, strengthens cells, and grants extraordinary powers.

“Of course, this is only the initial transformation. The primary transformation level is ‘loli,’ with one hundred energy points. Each transformation consumes fifty points, which can be restored by the system or by absorbing natural energy. The initial transformation enhances the host’s physical abilities, skill is low-level teleportation, speed depends on energy points, lifelong skill, zero attack power in transformation mode, specialty is acting cute, with an added kawaii aura.”