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I really don't understand why girls prefer biting here. In movies and anime, they usually go for the arm or the neck instead. But when you think about it, those places are indeed too hard—whereas the chest is definitely softer. I rubbed my chest thoughtfully as I mulled it over.

"Um, how about you pretend to be my boyfriend and go with me? That way, it'll be easier for me to reject him."

"Don’t joke around! Cross-dressing in novels is all fake. Unless someone’s blind, there’s no way that would work. Just look at the spot you just bit—there’s no way to fix that! Not to mention my feet... I can’t wear flats. Have you ever seen a man in heels!?" I rolled my eyes at Xier as I spoke.

"You won’t know till you try! Let me transform you~"

Watching her eagerly set to work, I was curious to see how she planned to pull off turning me into a man. I shrugged, signaling her to proceed.

"Hmm~ Hua Shu, with your height in heels measuring close to 170 centimeters, it might just work... but we need to deal with your chest and hair," Xier muttered, supporting her chin on her hand while giving me a once-over.

"That’s why… it’s impossible!" I threw up my hands in surrender.

Suddenly, Xier’s face lit up with an idea. She skipped off to the kitchen and came back holding a roll of plastic wrap, looking at me mischievously.

Wait... no way! She wouldn’t—and not with this! It’s worse than duct tape!

"Stop standing there! Take off your shirt and hold the other end for me. I only have one hand free right now!"

And just like that, an overly excited Xier and a very resigned me teamed up to strap down the two fluffy "bunnies" on my chest with the plastic wrap. They sat there, squished flat against my ribs, wearing the most bewildered expressions. They seemed to ask me, their owner, why I would inflict such cruel abuse on them. Poor things—even their faces were mashed out of shape.

"X-Xier, it’s too tight! I can barely breathe!"

Ugh, I feel like I’m gonna be sick...

"No way! We’ve gotta make it tighter!"

With Xier’s determined efforts, my prominent figure was indeed smoothed down—but now I was gasping for air. And then there were still my feet and hair to deal with. I couldn’t shake the feeling I was in for a rough time...

"As for your hair... we’ll just use a wig. I’ll go grab one later. And your feet? Hmm, how about black ankle boots with some stuffing inside?"

I shook my head vigorously at her uncertain suggestion, but Xier was already rummaging through the shoe rack before I could protest.

"Here, stick your foot out."

"Can’t we skip this...? Foam and fabric? Will that really work?"

"Just try it!"

Resistance was futile. In the end, I complied with her request and wore those modified flat shoes. Huh? Despite the slight discomfort, I was actually able to walk in them. To my surprise, Xier seemed to have a knack for solving odd problems like this.

I took a few steps and then stood in front of the mirror. My chest was flat, my feet were sorted out. The only remaining issues were my narrow waist and wide hips—but with oversized clothes and some makeup, it might just work.

"There, that’ll do. Now hurry up and take off this plastic wrap—I can’t stand it anymore!"

Satisfied with her handiwork, Xier nodded, grabbed a pair of scissors, and cut the wrap off. The moment the "bunnies" were freed, they popped back out, gasping for air as if they were alive. I joined them, taking a deep breath to relieve the discomfort.

"Alright! The guy’s expecting you tomorrow for dinner. I’ll handle the clothes, wig, and everything else—trust me, I’ll dress you up to look super handsome!"

"Fine~~~ By the way, where’s Xiao Yao?" I suddenly realized that neither Ying was in my body nor hanging around the room. Could she have gone out somewhere...?

"Oh, right—Miss Ghost mentioned she wouldn’t be coming back today. Apparently, she saw her brother at school and decided to go confirm it."

"I see. Xiao Yao’s becoming less and less ethereal... but is she alright in sunlight?"

"Relax. Even ghosts have their own lives and things to take care of."

Huh, true. Xiao Yao had her own family before she died, after all. I couldn’t believe I’d ended up thinking of her as my little pet instead of considering her feelings. I’m such an idiot.

Ding dong~

While I was lost in thought, Xiao Ling and Miko came back home. They quickly handed refreshing drinks to their younger sisters, who had been busy all afternoon. Watching them sip happily, I couldn’t help but wish this moment could last forever.

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Meanwhile, across the city, Mr. Wu Jing seemed to be in a less cheerful mood.

"I told you, I already have someone I like! Would you stop playing matchmaker, big brother!?" I sighed helplessly at the alluring beauty in front of me.

The seductive woman was none other than my scatterbrained older brother, Wu Ke—who, ever since his transformation into a woman, loved butting into my personal life. Honestly, if it weren’t for his irritating meddling, I'd probably argue with him more. But now, when I do, his voluptuous figure seems like it's deliberately tempting me. How can I even stay mad at him?

"Little Jing, this is Mom’s arrangement. You’re going whether you like it or not! So what if you have someone you like? Can’t a guy have more beauties around him?"

My brother’s foolishness is beyond saving. He’s a stunning woman now, yet she spends all day watching sketchy anime and foreign movies. I shudder to think what her future holds... Should I cater to her tastes and find a few pretty ladies for her to indulge in her "Yuri dreams"?

"Alright, fine, I’ll go. Just dinner, though. And for the record, I don’t like it! Why does Mom have to target the girl working under me at the branch company? Doesn’t she know rabbits don’t eat grass near their own burrow?"

Hey? Brother, keep your "rabbits" away! They're practically touching my face...