Chapter 7: The Unveiling and the Unexpected Catch

After ensuring the door was securely shut, Su Mian settled before the vanity mirror at his desk. He then opened the Bilibili app on his phone, navigating to the beauty blogger he had previously followed.

He selected a suitable makeup tutorial. After watching it just once, he immediately began applying the steps himself during the second viewing.

Su Mian possessed remarkably fair skin, requiring minimal correction. Opting for a natural-toned foundation, he applied a subtle base across his entire face.

The eyeshadow blended seamlessly, creating a natural transition. With a single, fluid stroke, the eyeliner precisely outlined the contours of his eyes.

Far from masking their inherent qualities, the makeup amplified their clear, yet subtly alluring charm, a captivating allure he himself seemed unaware of.

The entire application was astonishingly fluid, as though he had rehearsed it countless times before.

As he began to change, a peculiar sensation began to stir within him. The moment the cool, silken stockings brushed against his skin, a shiver ran through his entire body, an unfamiliar tremor climbing his spine.

What truly startled him was the subtle current of pleasure that seemed to surge from deep within his being, as if this very ensemble was the destination his body had yearned for.

‘No!’ he inwardly roared, vigorously shaking his head to dispel the ludicrous sensation.

Yet, he had to concede, the stockings actually felt rather comfortable to wear.

When he finally donned the prepared JK uniform and settled the soft, chestnut-colored long wig onto his head, he returned to stand before the mirror. The reflection that greeted him left even Su Mian utterly stunned.

The ‘girl’ in the mirror had completely shed all traces of ‘Su Mian.’

Her features were exquisite, her demeanor a blend of pure innocence and a hint of timid vulnerability, enough to awaken a protective instinct in anyone.

This was more than just a superficial transformation; it was as if a new individual, possessing an independent soul, had been brought into existence.

A strange, unfamiliar feeling welled up within him.

His breathing involuntarily grew heavier.

‘Why… why did a secret thrill surge in his heart? Why did his fingertips tremble slightly when they brushed the wig, not from revulsion, but from an odd sense of familiarity?’

Changing into women’s clothes in the dorm, secretly, while his roommates were absent—this should have been an utterly shameful act.

Yet, why was it that beneath the shame, there was a profound sense of liberation, as if long-held shackles had finally been broken?

Instinctively, he reached out, his fingertips gently caressing the mirror’s surface, making contact with the reflection of the ‘girl’ within.

An absurd thought, entirely unbidden, burrowed into his mind: ‘Perhaps the image in the mirror right now is the true form his body is more willing to embrace…’

‘What am I thinking!’ Su Mian abruptly snatched his hand back, shaking his head with force, desperately trying to banish the dreadful thought.

He could not allow himself to dwell on it any longer. His immediate priority was to complete the task Xiao Moyuan had assigned.

He picked up his phone, carefully adjusting the angle to frame both himself and the legs that absolutely had to be in the shot.

On the screen, the ‘girl’s’ gaze held a mix of unease and panic, which paradoxically made her appear even more genuine and captivating.

Once this photograph was sent, there would be no turning back.

He grasped the selfie stick, his thumb hovering over the send button, a faint tremor running through it.

His mind flashed back to the previous days, recalling Shen Zhixia clinging to Xiao Moyuan, and the latter’s distant, indifferent demeanor towards him.

The desire for retribution surged within him once more.

He resolved not only to reclaim his childhood friend but also to make the other party fall head over heels for him online, only to beg for his affection and be cruelly cast aside.

The mere thought of it sent a thrill through him.

“Let’s do this!”

Without another moment’s hesitation, Su Mian pressed the send button.

***

At that very moment, Xiao Moyuan was alone in his room, meticulously sifting through clues related to his current target demon.

He casually picked up his phone, harboring low expectations for ‘Sweetheart Marshmallow’s’ purported photo.

In his estimation, even the campus beauty Shen Zhixia was merely passable, so how captivating could some timid individual hiding behind a screen possibly be?

However, the instant the photograph materialized clearly on his screen, his finger, poised to swipe past, abruptly froze.

The ‘girl’ in the photo sat on the edge of a bed, her long, chestnut hair cascading smoothly over her shoulders, accentuating the delicate fairness of her face.

Her makeup was clean and pure, creating an innocent facade that subtly concealed a pair of remarkably expressive eyes.

It was these very eyes that utterly captivated Xiao Moyuan’s gaze.

Within those eyes swirled a palpable mix of unease and timidity, a raw panic that effortlessly stirred the most primal protective instincts in anyone who looked upon them.

Yet, beneath this carefully crafted purity, a naturally alluring charm subtly emanated from the depths of her gaze.

It was not a feigned seduction, but an innate allure, a captivating grace that seemed to flow from her very essence, one she herself appeared utterly unconscious of.

Purity and allure—two starkly contrasting temperaments clashed fiercely within her eyes, merging into a single, heart-stoppingly potent attraction.

His gaze involuntarily drifted downwards.

His eyes traced the slender curve of her waist, finally settling on her legs, held neatly together.

While the previous leg photos had already been striking, now, a layer of black stockings, sheer as a cicada’s wing, encased them. This added a veiled, forbidden allure to their pristine whiteness, enhancing their captivating charm.

The delicate texture of the black silk stockings shimmered subtly in the light, gracefully outlining the smooth, alluring contours of her legs. This elevated the blend of innocence and desire to an exquisite peak.

In the depths of Xiao Moyuan’s dark eyes, a flicker of rare astonishment swiftly passed, quickly giving way to a more profound scrutiny and a hint of playful interest.

He extended a slender finger, slowly zooming in on the photograph. His gaze, almost piercing, meticulously traced every detail of the ‘girl’ in the image, from her contradictory eyes to her alluring legs encased in black silk.

He had initially dismissed this as a mere diversion, a trivial pastime. Now, however, he realized he might have reeled in a catch far more captivating than he had ever anticipated.

After a brief mental search through his memories of N University, he found no one who matched the girl in the photograph. A flicker of confusion began to stir within Xiao Moyuan.

Such striking beauty couldn’t possibly have gone unnoticed or unmentioned at N University.

He stared intently at the screen, his eyes darkening, much like a hunter who had just discovered a prized quarry.

This particular ‘little fish,’ it seemed, was far more intriguing than he had initially imagined.

His current visit to N University had unexpectedly yielded a delightful surprise.

It appeared that his time at university, before he finally tracked down the target demon, would be anything but dull.

[Yuan: Very beautiful.]

These three simple words conveyed little emotion. Yet, compared to his previous, dismissive ‘Alright,’ this was a stark and significant difference.

Su Mian’s heart, which had been tightly strung, eased slightly.

While he knew his feminine guise was utterly flawless, a part of him, as his true self, still worried that sending these photos might reveal some subtle imperfection to the recipient.

No sooner had this thought crossed his mind than the other party’s next message sent his heart leaping to his throat once more.

[Yuan: Your chest looks a little flat.]

‘Damn it, I completely forgot about padding my chest!’

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: Whines One can’t be perfect in every way, you know? My face is already so flawless; God had to close a window somewhere else…]

[Yuan: ……]

Su Mian paused, bewildered. ‘What did he mean by that? Did I say something wrong…?’

Before he could ponder it further, the dismissal bell, set on his phone, suddenly rang out.

A quick glance at the time revealed it was five o’clock.

His roommates would likely be returning from class any moment now.

Su Mian abandoned any thought of continuing to flirt with Xiao Moyuan and frantically began to tidy himself up.

‘What if my roommates saw me like this? It would be disastrous!’

As fate would have it, his deepest fear materialized. No sooner had he finished clearing the cosmetics from his desk than a knock echoed from outside the door.

Lu Yang’s anxious voice called out, “Damn it, who locked the door from the inside? Open up, I really need to use the bathroom!”

‘Su Mian: Urgent! I’m secretly cross-dressing in the dorm, and my roommate just came back. What do I do?’

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