Chapter 52: Ye Yu’s First Time

In this world, anything that happens for the first time is memorable and holds special significance. For instance, the first time walking, the first time speaking, the first time falling in love, the first time feeling shy… In short, everyone’s life is filled with various first times. However, among all these first times, Ye Yu never imagined that his first time urinating as a girl would be like this?

In the pitch-black darkness, the air is incredibly still. The noisy wind occasionally blows into the tree hollow, causing Ye Yu’s insecure little skirt to flutter, revealing his fair, slender legs, which tremble slightly.

In theory, such a dim and chilly environment is actually quite suitable for urinating. This isn’t Ye Yu’s arbitrary opinion but is scientifically backed: in a dark environment, fear causes the bladder to unconsciously contract, reducing its capacity. However, now that the environment is set, Ye Yu feels two piercing gazes in the darkness.

Recently turned into a girl, Ye Yu finds that he can’t go at all! Moreover, if he really needs to use the bathroom, does he have to squat down as Tang Yue suggested? He feels that something strange inside him will break if he squats down!

In the pitch-black tree hollow room, after Tang Yue’s gentle words, everything seems to stop, falling into an eerie silence. Both Tang Yue and Ye Yu remain motionless for a long time. Suddenly, the curious You Baili, acting like a little explorer, picks up the cat-tailed panties that have fallen to the ground. Looking at the soft, scanty fabric, You Baili, who has lived alone in the abyss, tilts her head with its long, platinum blonde hair, puzzled. “Honey, why do you two wear such strange things?”

Tang Yue, already at her boiling point, hears the innocent You Baili call them ‘honey’ again, like the final straw breaking the camel’s back. Her reason finally snaps. Ignoring You Baili’s strange question, Tang Yue turns her gaze to Ye Yu, who has been helping ‘You Baili’ find excuses and hasn’t taken any action yet. Transforming into a jealous wife, Tang Yue decides to offer some help.

During the days spent falling into the abyss, Ye Yu’s figure in female clothing has become increasingly slender and graceful. With just a slight effort, Tang Yue easily lifts Ye Yu’s light body into her arms. “H…honey?”

Ye Yu suddenly finds himself in a warm, fragrant embrace. Tang Yue’s embrace is the epitome of a girl’s hug, with soft, supple legs that sink in, a slender, proportionate body that leans back comfortably, and Tang Yue’s shallow breathing with the sweet, warm scent wafting by his ear. Ye Yu loved this embrace when he was young, even more than a lap pillow. This hug had a higher priority. However, as he grew older, the instinct to protect girls as a boy made this privilege disappear unnoticed. Now, after years, experiencing it again, Ye Yu has no relaxing thoughts, or rather, he dares not relax.

Even without vision, Ye Yu can feel Tang Yue’s gaze, which seems a bit aggressive. Combined with her earlier ‘help’ comment, Ye Yu is on edge, tensed like a fluffed-up kitten. Feeling Ye Yu’s soft body stiffen in her arms and his voice tense, Tang Yue’s clean, beautiful face breaks into a very gentle smile, revealing only six teeth, like a lady from an ancient drama, understanding and clever.

However, the words that escape her delicate lips leave Ye Yu stunned. “Honey, who do you mean by ‘wife’?”

If Ye Yu, blind in the darkness, couldn’t tell if Tang Yue was truly angry before, this question, ‘which wife?’, clearly conveys Tang Yue’s jealousy, even to Ye Yu, a straightforward man. As a pure love warrior, Ye Yu, who has loved Tang Yue since childhood, is momentarily at a loss for words. His fair face twitches, and he finally stutters out, “W…wife, you listen to me…”

Before he can finish, Ye Yu’s words are interrupted by a pointed, jade-white finger. “Honey, you don’t need to explain. It’s time to use the bathroom!”

Hearing Tang Yue’s genuinely angry words, Ye Yu discovers, with tears in his eyes, that his wife is serious. But how can he possibly go here! By the way, why is Tang Yue angry? Logically, she should have been angry below the tree hollow. After coming up, Ye Yu hasn’t seen anything and hasn’t exchanged a word with You Baili!

As Ye Yu ponders the reason for Tang Yue’s anger, his small face, no bigger than a palm, shows a tortured expression. Seeing Ye Yu’s helplessness, Tang Yue’s distinctive older sister voice rings out again, “Honey, do you understand? You’ve just become a girl, so you don’t know how to use the bathroom yet, right?”

Hearing this, Ye Yu is taken aback. Although he hasn’t figured out the details of his body since becoming a girl, Ye Yu, who has watched some documentaries, knows the general process. Even without mentioning Ye Yu, most precocious six-year-olds know this cold fact. But what’s the point of asking this question now?

As Ye Yu pondered, he didn’t notice that Tang Yue’s delicate, jade-white hand had unconsciously moved to the edge of his lace skirt. “Honey, do you know? When a girl in a skirt uses the bathroom, she should gently lift her skirt like this!”

With Tang Yue’s gentle older sister voice echoing in the tree hollow once more, Ye Yu’s skirt is gently lifted to his abdomen. The cool breeze outside the hollow gently blows, and Ye Yu shivers, his legs instinctively pressing together. Watching Ye Yu’s adorable, instinctive action, Tang Yue’s fair cheeks blush slightly. Tang Yue’s anger in her heart dissipates a bit due to the power of beauty.

Just as Tang Yue was about to repeat the question, ‘Is there one wife or two?’, hoping to hear the answer she wanted from Ye Yu, she suddenly felt an unusual warmth on her hands, which were on Ye Yu’s skirt at his abdomen. The feeling was like a warm hand warmer, filled with warmth and a hint of indescribable tingling.

Noticing this inconsistency, Tang Yue shifts her focus from Ye Yu’s red face to his abdomen. After just a glance, Tang Yue is stunned. At this moment, Ye Yu’s skirt is lifted, revealing his smooth, white abdomen, which is covered with a pink heart-shaped mark, slowly gathering. The pink lines intertwine with the pure white skin, creating a beautiful contrast that seems to emit an invisible allure. Just looking at the mark for two seconds, Tang Yue instinctively rubs her snow-white, slender legs. Even the angry emotions in her mind gradually disappear, unknowingly transforming into a desire to devour Ye Yu, who is wrapped in pink, in every sense.

Unfortunately, there is no mirror in this small room. Now, there is only a little enchantress with excited, pink heart-shaped eyes after lifting the skirt, and Ye Yu and Tang Yue, whose bodies are starting to feel strange due to the enchantress’s emotional fluctuations. Gradually, the room’s atmosphere becomes more and more alluring.

In a daze, Ye Yu feels himself enveloped by a softness unique to girls, front and back. In the moment before his consciousness fades, Ye Yu’s simple thought is to pacify his angry wife. Vaguely, Ye Yu remembers a quote from the internet: ‘There are no arguments between couples that can’t be solved with a hug, and if there are, then twice!’ I hope when I wake up, my wife won’t be angry!