The bathroom was filled with steam as Su Mo, blushing, carefully dried himself off. His movements were cautious, yet there was an unintentional grace to them—almost coquettish.
He didn’t dare scrub too hard, afraid he might damage the delicate, jade-like skin. In reality, this body was far more resilient than his original one, but it was all in his head.
They say “women are made of water,” he mused. Now that I’ve experienced it firsthand, it’s absolutely true.
The sound of running water stopped. Su Mo stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, his damp hair clinging to his shoulders and chest. His fresh, dewy skin radiated an almost sacred purity, drawing awed gasps from the three girls watching.
Xia Qingqing, the most shameless of them, even drooled. “Wow, you smell amazing!”
She circled Su Mo playfully, reaching out to comb his hair, but he took a step back, wary. “D-Don’t… I’ll do it myself!”
Xia Qingqing smirked. “Oh, you don’t get a choice.”
With a wave of her hand, Yin Xiaowan joined in, and the two of them began groping him like a pair of little perverts.
“Ah—! I…” Su Mo tried not to make a sound, but his body was too sensitive. A soft whimper escaped his lips. “You guys… stop messing around!”
He was genuinely panicking now. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect them to be this shameless. He wanted to escape, but the towel restricted his movements, leaving him helpless against their assault.
At least Lin Rou is reserved—
Just as the thought crossed his mind, he saw her approaching with eager eyes. “I… I want to join too…”
This world has gone completely insane.
For a brief moment, Su Mo wished he could just die. There was a time when he might’ve enjoyed this, but now? It was unbearable.
In his struggle, he finally broke free—only to end up cowering in the corner, looking utterly pitiful.
“Alright, alright, we were just teasing,” Xia Qingqing said, suddenly sheepish. “Next time, I’ll let you bully me, okay?”
The other two, however, still looked like they wanted more.
Then again, Qingqing was the one who groped him the most…
Su Mo scrambled onto his bed at lightning speed, not daring to come down until he was fully dressed.
Now that he was clothed, his confidence returned. It was time for a little payback.
Punishing all three of them would be too much trouble, so he decided to make an example out of the smallest and most mischievous one—Xia Qingqing.
“Qingqing, you—”
Before she could react, he yanked her over his knee and delivered three sharp spanks to her backside.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
The crisp, loud smacks echoed through the room.
Just as he’d hoped, Yin Xiaowan and Lin Rou turned pale, terrified they’d be next. They bolted back to their beds, pulling the covers over their heads and pretending to sleep.
Hmph. Try bullying me again, and I’ll show you what happens when the tiger bares its claws.
“Waaah—!” Xia Qingqing burst into tears, her cries as dramatic as a dam breaking.
“Boo-hoo… You big meanie! How could you spank me?!” She sniffled, rubbing her sore bottom with an exaggerated pout. (╥﹏╥)
Seeing her expectant look—clearly waiting to be comforted—Su Mo deliberately ignored her and climbed into bed. He knew he hadn’t hit her that hard. It stung, but it wasn’t unbearable.
Sure enough, her crying lasted less than three minutes before she gave up and crawled into her own bed to sleep.
Su Mo opened WeChat and sent a dramatically pitiful sticker to Ye Qingyi.
Soon, a reply came—a confused-looking emoji with question marks floating around it.
Ye Qingyi: What’s wrong?
Su Mo: Your roommates are total perverts. They bullied me. X﹏X
Ye Qingyi: How’d they bully you? Tell big sis, and I’ll avenge you when I get back.
Su Mo: They groped me…
Ye Qingyi: That’s it?
Su Mo: …
…
Boys’ Dorm, Building 4, Room 206
Ye Qingyi muffled her laughter under the blanket, her shoulders shaking. Then, remembering she was supposed to be a guy, she forced a deeper, more masculine “Ha ha ha!”
Her three gaming roommates shot her weird looks. “What’s so funny? Got a girl under there?”
Ye Qingyi pulled back the curtain with a smirk. “Want to come see for yourself?”
“Ugh, you damn sissy. No thanks—go back to sleep.”
She didn’t have to worry about harassment here. The guys kept their distance from anyone too “girly,” afraid of being misunderstood.
Not that they disliked her—Ye Qingyi actually got along pretty well with them. Otherwise, they wouldn’t feel comfortable calling her “sissy” to her face.
But she didn’t care. It wasn’t her reputation at stake, after all.
She sent another message: So? Did you fight back?
Su Mo replied with a smug sticker and text: Obviously. I countered with the Divine Butt-Smacking Technique.
Ye Qingyi: You’re so weird.
Su Mo: Hey, they started it!
A pause.
Ye Qingyi: Xiaowan and Qingqing are one thing, but Lin Rou’s shy. Wasn’t that too much for her?
Su Mo: That’s why I only spanked Qingqing. 【Smug】
Ye Qingyi: Picking on the weakest one, huh? Qingqing’s so cute—how could you? Where’s your chivalry?
Su Mo: She was the ringleader. Had to set an example. Besides, I’m a girl now—keep talking and I’ll get mad. Then I’ll ignore you. 【Dog】
Ye Qingyi: Pfft. Screw you.
Su Mo set his phone down, feeling much better.
Then—rustle—the covers shifted. A small figure stealthily slipped into his bed.
“You again?!” Su Mo yelped, instinctively shielding his chest and scooting away.
“I’m scared…” Xia Qingqing snuggled up to him effortlessly, as if he hadn’t just spanked her.
“Do you need someone to sleep with you at home too?” Su Mo asked, exasperated.
“At home, my little sister keeps me company.” Her face lit up at the mention. “She’s so cute—always licking my hands. But if I fall asleep, she just watches over me quietly, never making a sound.”
“Um… Is your sister human?” Su Mo had a bad feeling about this.
“Of course not! She’s a dog.”
“I—Get out!” Su Mo was torn between fury and humiliation. He’d been tricked by this seemingly harmless girl!
“Kidding, kidding!” Xia Qingqing clung to him stubbornly. “Actually… I’m an orphan. I grew up with my grandparents. You just… remind me of my mom. That’s why I keep bothering you.”
She quickly added, “Not that you’re old or anything! You’re way younger. But you’re both really pretty.”
There was no way to verify her story, but Su Mo couldn’t bring himself to kick her out now. “Do you have a photo of her?”
“No… I only remember bits and pieces.” Her voice grew quiet.
Su Mo’s chest tightened. Unsure what to say, he stayed silent and let her talk.
That night, she spoke for hours—long after Su Mo had dozed off. He didn’t even realize when he fell asleep.
In the darkness, Xia Qingqing smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. But if one looked closely, they’d see something far more complicated hiding behind that innocence—something deliberately concealed, as if she were pretending to sleep.