After bringing Yushan home, nothing happened like I’d imagined—though yeah, it was still pretty steamy. Teasing, seduction… and then…

Of course, we didn’t kiss! Gotta stress that. The Fox Demon controlled me, pinning me atop him while she siphoned every trace of that intoxicating scent. Later, she cast a charm spell on Yushan and sent him home.

Honestly? Yushan’s “flavor” was amazing—but I mean his spiritual energy. That rich, soothing warmth flooded through me like pure power. If he hadn’t been completely drained, I could’ve kept absorbing forever.

Satisfied, I slept deeply that night.

“Mmmmm—! Slept so damn good.”

I stretched. A series of crackling pops echoed through my body. After savoring that weightless ease for a moment, I slowly rose.

But… something felt off.

My butt was chilly. My sleep pants were gone. And at the base of my spine—a strange new sensation, long and trailing.

“What the…?”

Confused, I reached back. My fingers brushed something fluffy. Not only did my hand feel its softness—the extension from my spine *also* registered my own touch.

It was hypersensitive. A faint electric tingle shot through it, spreading warmth across my body. My legs wobbled. Weirdly pleasant. Not painful at all.

“Could it be…?”

I turned my head slowly, dread tightening my chest. Even braced for it—I froze.

Sprouting from my spine: a fluffy, snow-white fox tail. As I screamed, its sleek fur instantly bristled straight up.

I… had bristled.

“Fox Demon! Show yourself! Explain this!”

I yelled into my own mind. Silence. No familiar voice answered.

“Am I… turning into a fox?”

I reached for my head. Yep—two fluffy, perked beast ears. No mirror needed. Cool, soft, *insanely* sensitive—just like the tail. A tingling shiver raced down my spine at the touch. I shuddered.

“Fox Demon! Answer me! I know you’re in here! You had the guts to turn me into a monster—why won’t you talk?!”

Silence. Absolute. As if she’d vanished.

“Did she… leave?”

Absorbing Yushan’s energy must’ve given her enough power to go. Or… maybe she’s dormant, processing it. Either way—no help. No answers. No way back.

First things first: check my reflection.

I tiptoed toward the bathroom, hyper-aware of the tail trailing behind me.

“Wha— Holy crap…”

Staring into the mirror, my drooping ears shot straight up. Jaw slack. Mind blank.

Fifteen years alive—and *this* was my first time stunned by my own face. Snow-white hair. Masculine edges gone. Delicate features. Skin pale as fresh snow. Arms slender. Shoulders narrowed, softened. Chest now soft flesh. My whole frame shrunken.

Not exactly “petite and charming,” but with this face and those fluffy ears? I’d outshine most cute girls.

“What am I… a shemale? Or a demon-human?”

Seeing my fully feminine reflection, my heart plummeted. Even my ears drooped with the despair.

This body… but *that thing* was still there—just smaller. Wasn’t this exactly what a shemale was?

This wasn’t the deal! She said *one month*! Barely a week passed… One absorption did *this*? What if I took another? Would I become fully female?

Damn it! She’d been lying. Using me. Never planned to leave. She’s remodeling this body into *hers*—and I’m just a puppet.

“No! I can’t let this continue! I have to act—while she’s still dormant!”