Wherever he was, Ouyang woke up groggily, rubbing his throbbing head, his skin chilled to the bone.

Blinking his crimson eyes drowsily, he suddenly saw a mirror reflecting his entire naked body. Unaccustomed to this ghostly appearance, Ouyang jumped in fright right there.

It felt like being dumped into a spacious, silent mirror maze, surrounded by flat mirrors on all sides, his whole body visible head to toe. Shyly, he covered the two plump, round mounds on his chest, silver hair spilling over his shoulders, his face flushing slightly as he lowered his head.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed this form held no trace of boyishness; even his body hair had vanished completely. Like a doll’s body, it looked utterly endearing and heart-fluttering.

"Lift your head."

Hearing a familiar voice from the ceiling speaker, he saw smoke detectors and sprinklers installed above every other square ceiling panel.

Glaring with hatred, Ouyang slowly rose and coldly demanded, "What’s your purpose for bringing me here?"

Even his speech wasn’t cute—such a waste of this perfect, delicate body.

Hearing Claudia’s sorrowful sigh from the speaker, Ouyang grumbled inwardly, "It’s not like I wanted to become like this."

"Since there’s no way back, accept your current form and resign yourself to fate."

"I refuse to resign myself!"

Ouyang clenched his fist and slammed it against the full-length mirror beside him. A cracking sound echoed; with just a tenth of his strength, he shattered it.

Instantly calming, he shifted aside, innocently raising one hand, eyebrows arched, and apologized plaintively, "Sorry, I didn’t mean to break your mirror..."

"Oh dear, my sweet. If you won’t accept your changes, we can’t proceed with the next step."

Claudia’s exasperated voice crackled through the speaker, "To assassinate Zero District’s boss, you must learn to act like a cute, gentle lady to win his affection. Do you really think wearing men’s clothes and crawling onto his lap for a kiss would work? You’d be kicked away before getting close."

Her words held some truth—Ouyang recalled his male disguise being rejected by that phone youth.

"I’ll reluctantly follow your advice... but don’t go too far."

Head down, he stared at the ample curves on his chest, his other hand covering between his legs, fair cheeks flushing slightly as he mumbled shyly.

"Don’t worry, big sister won’t harm you."

Finally willing to listen...

Ouyang’s obedience gave Claudia a moment of relief—he’d barely passed the first hurdle.

Communicating with this mismatched young master was exhausting. Scratching her chestnut wavy hair, she felt deeply frustrated.

After all, Xinglong Xiang had entrusted this task to her; today, she had to make the monitored young master a passable girl, even temporarily.

"First, do exactly as I say."

"Okay."

Hearing his agreement, Claudia said firmly, "First: take your hands off those unnoticed spots. To your lower right, there’s a pair of high heels I prepared. Put them on and walk out. And stop covering yourself—what you used to have down there, I have too. What you have now, mine are bigger. Stay confident and march forward!"

Claudia declared proudly, then clapped into the speaker, urging, "This mirror maze uses a bagua formation—you won’t escape in under two hours. Move! Now! Immediately! Hurry!"

Watching the young master on-screen follow her orders, Claudia recalled measuring his cool, silky feet while he slept, confirming size 36, and picking three-centimeter heels.

The shoes fit perfectly. He asked roughly, "So I just walk out in these?"

Such ungraceful words made Claudia rub her forehead, sighing inwardly—he had a long way to go on the maidenhood path.

Don’t mistake three-centimeter heels for flat shoes’ stability.

Claudia smirked, a scheming glint in her eyes. The first lesson starts now.

"Exactly. Take a few steps first; once you’re used to them, we’ll proceed."

Forced into white high heels, Ouyang stared complexly at his slender feet—even their size had shrunk.

Wearing these out would pass Claudia’s test.

Swallowing his anger, he stepped forward in his usual gait but lost balance instantly, his upper body swaying. He nearly fell, catching himself on a mirror, staring nervously at the heels.

"Did you rig these? Why can’t I stand steady?"

"Nope, just ordinary beginner heels from a high-end store—no rubbing. I’ve the receipt; want proof?"

"But..."

Nervously eyeing the path, this wasn’t heels—it was like walking stilts, dangerously risky. One slip could sprain his ankle.

"Is this all your courage? Giving up on assassinating Zero District’s boss?"

Hearing Claudia’s taunt, Ouyang—furious at being reduced to a Bloodkin Prince’s breeding tool—felt his shoulders tremble. He gritted his teeth and pushed forward.

Raising his arms to balance, he imagined walking a narrow cliffside bridge; a tilt or sprain meant plunging to his death.

Step by careful step, after dozens, he mastered the heel balance. Just as he thought he could walk freely, he crashed into transparent glass with a bang, landing hard on his butt.

"Ouch... why’s there a mirror here too...?"

Remembering Claudia’s bagua maze, Ouyang rubbed his sore forehead. Catching his full reflection, his cheeks flushed crimson like ripe apples.

His private parts were fully exposed. Quickly shifting position, he still couldn’t accept this new form.

Feeling like this naked run was utterly awful.