The Yin-Yang Ascension Array operated on a straightforward yet forceful principle: flooding the human body with immense spiritual energy to forcibly reshape yin and yang, triggering gender transformation. It was named “Ascension Array” solely because its creator devised this miraculous formation while still in the Ascension Realm—and, to flaunt his genius, insisted the title must include “Ascension.”
Commonly shortened to Ascension Array.
Setting it up required a special plant extract and vast quantities of spirit stones—resources currently beyond Su Yue’s reach.
Lost in thought, Su Yue returned to Chen Yan’s apartment. She slipped off her shoes and stepped into the living room. Chen Yan was rapidly texting on his phone.
“Back already? Did you settle things with that Little Vampire?” Chen Yan glanced up mid-tap, then returned to his screen.
“Her name is Lucifer. Yes, we arranged it—she’ll come after school tomorrow.” Su Yue sat across from him, watching his thumbs fly.
“Chatting online?”
“Work,” Chen Yan sighed. “Why not shower and rest first?”
“A shower?”
Su Yue’s focus shifted instantly. Come to think of it—nearly a week in this world, and she’d never bathed properly. Only wiped her face with a towel.
She lifted her arm to sniff. Beyond the fabric’s faint scent, nothing. The Bloodkin body produced no grime. But… a shower…
“Do you have a bathtub?”
“Yep. Water’s already drawn.” Chen Yan gestured. “Meant for me, but work popped up. Lucky you.”
“Mm-hmm~”
At the word *bathtub*, Su Yue abandoned him with a happy skip into the bathroom. Warm daylight lamps cast an amber glow over the steaming, spacious tub.
“Bathtub, bathtub, big bathtub!”
Her eyes sparkled. She peeled off her clothes, tossed them into the hamper, and splashed gleefully into the water.
Bath salts tinted the water pale blue, releasing a crisp sea-salt fragrance. Su Yue sank in with a sigh, arms resting on the rim, only her head above the surface.
Nearly 40°C water felt slightly hot to the Vampire Princess—whose body ran cool—but she adored warmth. Not a drop of cold would be added.
“Haa~ So blissful.” Su Yue exhaled deeply. Every trace of fatigue melted away.
“Wait… I’ve never really *looked* at my own body.”
She’d undressed before—changing clothes, swapping undergarments—but never truly *observed*.
A hint of shyness flickered in her eyes.
“It’s *my* body now. Just a peek… is fine, right?”
After mentally justifying it, Su Yue steeled herself, sat up slightly, and lowered her gaze.
Two perfectly sized, milky-white mounds greeted her—soft as milk ice cream slimes.
Half submerged, half exposed. A single droplet traced her delicate collarbone, vanishing into the shadowy valley between them.
“C-Can I even *look* at this?!” She clapped a hand over her nose. Not the first time seeing them—but here, now, so deliberately—it jolted her millennia-old virgin heart.
“Stay calm, Su Yue! You’ve watched *five terabytes* of ‘study materials’! Don’t crumble now!” Her inner Little Devil Su Yue materialized.
“Yes, Su Yue… don’t be shy. Keep going,” chimed Little Angel Su Yue, cheeks flushed, hands covering her eyes—unusually aligned with the devil.
“C-Continue…” Blushing fiercely, Su Yue lowered her hand. With small fingers, she gently cupped one. A tingling current shot from collarbone to jaw.
“Mmn~”
An involuntary whimper escaped her lips. A faint red trace appeared above her lip.
“So strange… Is *this* what being a girl feels like?”
Flustered, she curled inward, biting her lip to stay silent.
“Chen Yan’s right outside… mustn’t be heard.”
Miss Su Yue strained to compose herself.
“*This* is all? Seriously?” Little Devil Su Yue hovered, poking her head with a tiny trident.
“Don’t stop! A girl’s body holds *more* wonders!” urged Little Angel Su Yue, voice trembling yet encouraging.
“Right. I won’t stop. As long as I move forward… the path unfolds.”
Trembling fingers dipped below the surface. Warm water cradled her hand—buoyancy both resisting and guiding. Her slender right hand, half-dazed, brushed against the secret garden of her femininity.
A sharp thrill seized her.
“I… won’t stop here.”
Five terabytes of “educational” wisdom surged to mind. Following precedent, she explored.
“Mmn~"
Pleasure flooded her—radiating from core to spine to brain. Her free left hand shifted instinctively; index finger found *that* spot.
“Next… like the heroines…”
She mimicked remembered motions.
“Mmn~ Aah~"
Two uniquely feminine sensations blended. *So this is bathing joy?!*
Her body trembled. Overheated. The lamp felt too warm. She tilted her head back, parted her lips, breathing rhythmically to cool down.
“No sound… Chen Yan mustn’t hear…”
But both hands were occupied. No way to muffle the soft cries escaping.
“Mmn… can’t… nngh~"
“Chen Yan… if it were *him*… his hand would fit just right… No! Why am *I* thinking this?!"
“Nngh~"
Outside the door, Chen Yan stood silently, holding white women’s pajamas and a sealed underwear set.
“Making a sound now… would lead to something terrifying.”
He set the clothes down and vanished without a sound, advanced stealth technique engaged.
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