My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

Hui: Are you there?

A short while later, Hui received a reply.

Kouta: What's wrong?

Hui: It might not be possible today, I have guests at home.

Kota: (ノへ￣、)

Hui lay on the bed and saw Geng Tai's dejected expression. Her face flushed slightly, and she muttered reproachfully, "That lecher."

Hui rolled around on the bed and then replied: Today is really not possible, let's try tomorrow.

Kouta:o(╥﹏╥)o

Looking at this "crying" expression, Hui felt both ashamed and a little sorry for him.

Hui felt emotionally that Gengtai was full of expectations, but when the time came, he was met with a bucket of cold water.

Especially considering that she was the one who first gave Kouta hope, and now she was personally crushing it, she suddenly felt a little guilty.

"Beep beep~!"

Just as Hui was thinking about how to compensate Geng Tai, her phone beeped again.

Gengtai: Hui, come to my house today.

With just a simple sentence, Huineng sensed the domineering nature of the statement; it was decisive and left Huineng with no room for choice.

However, Hui had long been used to Kōta's sometimes tough attitude and felt that it was normal for boys to be tough.

Hui replied with a blush: Then, what about Asuka?

Kouta: Don't worry, Asuka won't know.

Hui: ...Okay.

Two kilometers away.

Kouta, holding an umbrella, looked down at Hui's reply on his phone: "Okay." A triumphant smile appeared on his lips, and he quickened his pace on the way home.

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At 7:30, Misa called Hui down for dinner.

Because there were guests, Misa prepared an exceptionally large and abundant meal today.

However, the dining table is an adult world, and has nothing to do with children like Hui.

Unlike adults who toast each other and chat, with the mother responsible for pouring drinks and adding dishes, the conversation between Masaki Zen and the others did not affect Hui.

Hui ate silently the whole time, without making a sound. Her movements were very small, and she chewed each bite slowly and carefully. You couldn't even tell she was chewing unless you looked closely. It was textbook-perfect dining etiquette.

The men at the table, of course, didn't notice any of this, but Seiguro, standing to the side, was completely stunned. Watching Huiwenya's every move, she couldn't help but think: 'Isn't she uncomfortable?'

After finishing her meal, Hui checked the time and realized it was time to meet with Kōta.

Hui put down her chopsticks, stood up, and said, "I'm full."

He got up and took a couple of steps, then remembered something and turned back to Misa, saying, "Oh right, Oga-san, Asuka wants to ask me for help with her homework, I'm going out for a bit."

Come back soon.

"it is good."

Upon receiving Misa's reply, Hui left the table and went out with her umbrella.

On the table.

“This child.” Soto gave Masaki Zen a helpless and apologetic look. “She was very attached to you when she was little, but she became cold as she grew up. She’s a little nicer to us family members, but she’s basically always cold to outsiders and doesn’t say a word.”

Kusaburo sighed and added, "Sigh, now, I have no idea what she's thinking!"

“The child has grown up, that’s how it is,” Masaki Yoshino replied insincerely.

Seguro thought to himself, "It's a good thing you don't know. If you did, you'd be scared to death."

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the other side.

Hui, holding an umbrella, arrived at Gengtai's house next door.

Under Asuka's meaningful gaze, Kei blushed and went upstairs to Kouta's room.

Actually, this was Hui's first time in Kouta's room.

Kōta had already opened the door to welcome Hui.

As Hui stepped inside, a masculine scent wafted towards her. The room was small and simply furnished. Directly opposite the door was a desk and a double-leaf window, which was clean and free of clutter. To the left was a bookshelf and a large wardrobe, and a ticking wall clock hung on the wall.

On the right was a clean bed, small enough for two people to sleep on. The bed board wasn't the soft mattress Hui had at home, but a hard wooden board covered with a thin blanket. Notably, the blanket wasn't folded into a square, but rather spread out flat on the bed.

Seeing this, Hui knew exactly what Kouta was thinking. He was probably worried that the hard wooden board would make him uncomfortable to lie on, so he had laid out the quilt as a mattress in advance.

After figuring it out, Hui blushed all the way to her neck and gave Kouta a reproachful look.

'That scoundrel!'

Hui had just uttered a reproachful remark in her heart.

Click!

Kouta had already locked the door, then hugged Kei's slender waist from behind, holding her tightly in his arms, his face pressed against her body, greedily inhaling her unique body fragrance.

At the same time, Kouta's hand slipped to the bottom of Kei's nightgown...

"Wait a minute!" Hui struggled to say.

"What's wrong?" Kouta stopped what he was doing and asked.

Hui's face turned even redder, like a ripe apple, and she said shyly in a low voice, "Let me... let me take off my clothes first, so I don't get them dirty."

Kōta smiled knowingly, but did not let go of Hui. Instead, he whispered in Hui's ear, "Hui, don't move. I'll help you."

Hui sighed helplessly, gave up struggling, and cooperated by raising her arms above her head, letting Kouta lift her nightgown...

Outside the window, the rain was falling softly.

Inside, however, things were unusually lively.

I do not know how long it has been,

Hui felt as if she had soared into the sky. After an indescribable feeling of comfort, Hui opened her hazy eyes and stared at Kouta on top of her.

Kouta noticed that Hui was looking at him with even more intense desire in her eyes. He scooped Hui up and made her into a more comfortable position before continuing his actions.

For a moment, Hui felt as if she had returned to a bizarre and dazzling maze, wandering around aimlessly inside.

After a long time,

Hui plummeted from the clouds, lazily sprawling on the bed, looking at Kouta who was embracing her with a hint of resentment: "You got off easy, you big pervert!"

Although she was complaining, Hui was secretly pleased with herself.

In Hui's heart, Geng was a little too ordinary, a little too plain, but that didn't matter. As long as he truly loved her, that was enough.

Everything else, except for women—power, money, and authority—can be obtained by her.

Right now, all Hui is doing is giving Kōta strength.

'But I'm so tired!' Hui sighed inwardly.

Hui wasn't physically tired, but mentally exhausted. What should have been a very enjoyable experience, Hui insisted on staying awake and secretly circulating the "Manipulating Women Heart Sutra" she had obtained from Xiahou Dun. This technique was an evil one that the Xia royal family had obtained from the ruins. Its purpose was to absorb the essence of women to strengthen oneself, which was tailor-made for the royal family, who had no shortage of women.

Now, Hui actively uses this technique to continuously refine the true energy within her body, causing it to shed its original attributes and transform into the purest and gentlest attribute-free true energy, which is then inputted into Geng Tai's body through the point of contact at the perineum.

Kouta has entered saint mode. Unlike before, he feels energetic, especially in his stomach, where he feels warm.

He didn't know that it was a pure and gentle true energy that Hui had painstakingly refined. This true energy would continue to cleanse Geng Tai's marrow and essence until it was exhausted.

Therefore, Kouta felt he could fight another three hundred rounds, but when he saw the listless Satoshi, he dared not continue.

Kōta didn't know what Hui really meant when she said "you got off easy."

However, this did not prevent Kouta from feeling a pang of guilt when he met Kei's resentful gaze.

"Hui, would you like some water?"

Kouta looked at the already wet blankets and figured that Hui must be thirsty, so he quickly changed the subject.

"want."

"Okay, wait for me."

After saying that, Kouta got out of bed, got dressed, and went downstairs to fetch water.

Taking advantage of the break, Hui got out of bed and started to get dressed. "Getting dressed" really just meant putting on a nightgown.

Hui knew what was going to happen later, so she simply went braless under her nightgown.

After putting on her nightgown, Hui, feeling bored, began to pace around Kouta's room.

She had only taken a quick look before Kouta carried her to bed, and now Hui finally had a chance to take a closer look at Kouta's room.

The room was very clean and tidy, it didn't look like a boy's room at all. There weren't many things in the room, you could basically see everything at a glance.

The only slightly hidden feature was the drawers on either side of the desk. Hui opened them and peeked inside; they contained a jumble of small items, such as a phone charger, earphones, various unopened pen refills, a stapler, a lighter, a switchblade, some small denomination bills, notepads, and packets of instant coffee…

After closing the drawer, Hui walked over to the bookshelf on the side. It was filled with books, mostly literary works, with very few comic books, and none of the nude photos of girlfriends that boys really liked.

Hui understood; after all, Kouta already had his own life, so why would he need a photo album?

Furthermore, Hui also discovered two special books on the bookshelf, "The Girl in the Shell" and "From the New World," which were placed in a prominent position.

Hui was surprised to find her own books on Kouta's bookshelf.

At the same time, Hui also noticed a photo on the second to last shelf of the bookshelf. Due to the angle, only part of the photo could be seen, showing Kouta as a child.

This instantly piqued Hui's curiosity.

Hui stood on tiptoe to try and take the picture frame down to look at it, but was disappointed to find that even with her fair, jade-like arms stretched straight out, she still couldn't reach it.

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Hui tried her best to tiptoe on her delicate and lovely feet. Her slender arms, as clear and translucent as white jade, were stretched straight out, and her ten slender, white fingers were flawless, as pure as a beautiful work of art. At this moment, they were also trying their best to be straight and taut.