“I finally got him back…”

Ning Chu’s heart finally settled after returning to his dormitory.

At least there wouldn’t be some fox-girl seducing Wen Yang in their residence, right?

“Wang Jie, help me return this trolley, it’s from that Sichuan restaurant we ate at earlier.”

“Sure.”

Ning Chu sat on the chair backward, leaning against the backrest with his arms crossed and staring blankly at Wen Yang lying on the floor.

A bamboo mat covered the ground, and Ning Chu had even placed a thin blanket over Wen Yang to keep him warm.

“Oh, and your ice cream and drinks.” He put the drinks he brought for his roommates on the table. “Please grab them yourself later.”

“Okay,” Zhang Shaoqing yawned. “What kind of mess is this? And you just happened to witness it?”

The corners of Ning Chu’s lips curled up slightly as he mumbled, “This guy always attracts trouble; what can I do?”

And that was only the beginning…

He rested his head on one arm, feeling a headache coming on.

“I’m going to play games now.”

Your roommate has been drugged and passed out, and you’re going straight to play games?

Ning Chu sighed softly, then continued staring at Wen Yang’s face. It must be said that the main protagonist’s looks were indeed outstanding—elegant yet masculine, with well-proportioned muscles—and most importantly, as the protagonist of a hentai story, Wen Yang also has a large dick, enough to mind break any of the girls that he end up conquered in the story.

With his protagonist halo, Wen Yang’s suitors were practically lining up around the block, which made him even more headache-prone.

The female characters in the novel could be kept under control, but he was worried about the nameless and faceless extras suddenly swooping in for the kill.

“What am I gonna do?”

Soon, Ning Chu lost interest in worrying over Wen Yang’s sexual well-being.

A sourness slowly brewed within his chest, making him subconsciously furrow his brow.

It was obvious that his chest had become bigger.

At present, it was only possible to see slight contours of his muscles from the side, but…

He disinterestedly pulled one hand away, glanced at Zhang Shaoqing, who still faced away from him, then gently pressed down on his chest.

What had been merely a thin layer of soft flesh not long ago was now noticeably thicker.

Ning Chu’s lips twitched slightly; he suddenly regretted his decision.

If he let the plot run its natural course and allowed Wen Yang to be a chad who conquered women left and right, perhaps he wouldn’t have transformed from a short child to a trap in two weeks’ time, becoming some kind of gender-bent freak whose appearance couldn’t be easily identified as male or female.

At least, the time he would end up becoming a woman would be longer than what is now, right?

Not only that, because he repeatedly stopped Wen Yang from having sex with the named female characters, he’d unwittingly offended quite a few girls.

He had no cash left and couldn’t even afford to buy food.

The days ahead would undoubtedly be difficult.

All thanks to Wen Yang!

Seeing that Wen Yang was still lying on the bamboo mat without moving a muscle, Ning Chu decided to take a bath and check with the System exactly where his feminization was occurring and how severe it was. But just as he stood up and opened the wardrobe, the cell phone resting on the table vibrated once again.

Ning Chu glanced at the caller ID; only one word was noted above: Mom.

He paused, then frowned slightly before pursing his lips and picking up the phone to walk toward the balcony.

Leaning against the railing, he answered the call but didn’t immediately speak.

He really didn’t know what to call her.

“Hello? Little Ning?”

“…”

“It’s almost the holiday. When are you coming home?”

The voice from the other end of the line was lively yet gentle, the tone soft like that of a young maiden, yet filled with love for her child.