“A true man isn’t shaken by wearing women’s clothing.” — Lu Xun.

Those words from a revered figure two lifetimes past reignited Su Yue’s resolve. She sat on a crate, chin cradled in her palms. The stacked crates were already unpacked—but for now, she had no urge to sort further.

“I still need a man’s body to possess,” Su Yue mused. “But who? Someone with decent spiritual roots, preferably.”

A comforting snugness around her private area sparked a sudden thought. “Wait… girls’ underwear sizes vary, right? How did *he* know mine?”

Her expression twisted. “Don’t tell me… he measured me while I slept?! Damn it! No wonder he’s a perverted trafficker.”

Though Su Yue refused to admit she was a girl—and *absolutely* wouldn’t admit feeling flustered like one from being touched—she still condemned Chen Yan’s underhanded move.

“Touching *me*? Fine. We’re guys—letting a bro have fun’s no big deal. But groping other girls later? That’s sexual harassment!”

“Damn it. He needs punishment.” A lightbulb flickered. “Hehe~ Chen Yan’s got spiritual energy. Tall. Decent-looking. Not bad for possession.”

She didn’t know his root type, but escaping the Moonlit Duo proved solid cultivation talent.

From her travel kit, she pulled a tiny notebook, scribbled *“Possession Candidate #1: Chen Yan,”* and tucked it away, satisfied.

“Don’t call me ungrateful! You *love* groping girls’ chests, right? After I possess you, I’ll stuff your soul into *this* body—you can grope all day.” She smirked. “When I return to the Immortal Realm, you’ll follow *this young master* as a bed-warmer attendant. Living as long as heaven and earth? Not a bad deal.”

Having a man warm her bed was off-putting… but if *Chen Yan* wore Su Yue’s current beautiful-girl shell? *Acceptable.*

“Hmph. Then you’ll learn who’s master.” *Contracts? Feeding me blood till I peak?* “Wrong me, and I strike back—*double the payback!*”

Re-energized by the fantasy, Su Yue cheerfully pulled loose white wool wide-leg pants and blue-white sneakers from a crate, then slipped a lake-blue tracksuit jacket over her T-shirt.

The next crate held yellow talisman paper, ink, brush, cinnabar—and a folded mini desk board. She set it atop her sleeping bag, arranged papers and tools neatly.

“What’s this?” She tilted her head. Beneath the ink set lay a plastic-wrapped cylindrical object.

Unwrapped: a dark red, rough-textured stick. She twitched her nose. A faint, sweet scent drifted up.

“Smells yummy… Is it food?” She held it close. “How to eat? Just bite?”

Neither thick nor thin—but tight for her small mouth. She hesitated… yet the aroma teased her taste buds. Saliva pooled. Heart *thumped*. Body tingled.

She squeezed it. Soft. Springy.

“Well… try it.” As if bewitched, she lifted the odd “snack,” guiding it to her cherry lips.

The dark red stick pressed against her pink lips. Mouth watered. She swallowed nervously, parted her lips slightly. Pearly teeth gleamed with a silvery thread as she slowly pushed it in.

“Mmm.” She frowned. Elastic, yes—but rigid like a baguette, pressing uncomfortably against her palate.

Just as she pulled back, her tongue flicked it. *Zap!* Sweetness shot straight to her brain. She shuddered, licked again.

Electrified, she gripped it tighter, sliding it deeper. Her agile tongue traced its surface. Saliva overflowed, trickling down her smooth cheek in a silvery strand.

Aroma flooded her senses. Thoughts blurred. *More. Just… more.*

(If Chen Yan were here, he’d recognize it: the Bloodkin chew stick from “Pet Paradise.” He’d dripped his blood into it in the car, saw no change, tossed it into Su Yue’s stationery crate by mistake. As her contract master, his blood—enhanced by this Bloodkin-crafted toy—was irresistible. No wonder she couldn’t resist… though her *method* of use was… problematic.)

“Mmm… *Ah!*” Body trembling, eyes misty, she yanked the stick out with a flustered cry.

“So scary… *sniff*… How could I even *think* that?! All this cursed thing’s fault!” She rubbed her sore jaw, face flushed with shame and fury.

When the scent overwhelmed her, Chen Yan’s face had flooded her mind—*her* fantasy of pressing into *his* chest. Panicked, she’d seized her last clear thought and pulled away. The heat faded.

“This… *is* stained with his blood, isn’t it?!” she seethed. “Damn perverted trafficker! Scheming tricks? Playing dirty?!”

To Su Yue, this was a deliberate trap. One slip into addiction, and Chen Yan’s victory would be inevitable.

With a disgusted toss, she flung the chew stick back into the crate. “Chen Yan! I’ll *never* touch this again! Subdue me? *Dream on.*”