An hour later, Bai Xia finally switched off the video, which was drawing to a close.
Despite the video’s full length being a hefty two and a half hours, she had only skimmed through it, focusing solely on the segments that piqued her interest.
Unlike the works she recalled, which often boasted exquisite covers only to reveal entirely disparate content, the video she had just watched was undeniably a product of genuine integrity.
For starters, the video’s female protagonist largely matched her depiction on the cover; while ‘young woman’ might have been a more apt description than ‘loli’, she certainly made for a rather delectable ‘meal’.
What truly set this video apart, especially when contrasted with her memories of other productions where the female leads merely shrieked incoherently upon encountering a “big banana” (TL Note: A euphemism for a penis), was its unwavering grasp of the core essence: the gradual, transformative journey of an indomitable maiden into a submissive ‘b*tch’.
The protagonist’s portrayal of this entire transformation was exceptionally compelling, unfolding with a natural progression and a masterful sense of pacing that lent an almost immersive, hyper-realistic quality to the viewing experience.
It was precisely because of this immersive realism, however, that her thoughts took a sharp turn.
“What the hell… what exactly am I doing?”
Leaning against the headboard, her gaze fixed vacantly ahead, Bai Xia finally processed the reality of her recent actions after a prolonged daze.
Her eyes fell upon the ambiguous stickiness on her hand, a profound silence enveloping her in its wake.
Having been completely absorbed in the video, and considering she hadn’t engaged in any such “unharmonious” activities since her transmigration to this world a fortnight prior, coupled with her typically high stress levels, the moment she allowed herself to relax, things simply… ahem.
“Suddenly, I feel like life has lost all meaning…”
She had explicitly set out to reclaim her former virility, yet why… why had she inadvertently found herself identifying with the female protagonist during the entire ordeal?!
With a sudden, forceful motion, she slammed her head against the adjacent pillow, her expression one of utter despair, as though she yearned to bash her head until it bled, hoping such an act might erase the memory of her recent transgression.
This, however, was clearly an impossibility; striking a soft pillow, at the very least, offered no hope of inducing amnesia.
Thus, as she registered the sticky residue on her fingertips and inner thighs, alongside the faint, peculiar scent permeating the air, Bai Xia nearly succumbed to the overwhelming stimulation, her breath catching in her throat as she teetered on the brink of unconsciousness.
She lay there, foolishly inert on the bed, for a considerable time, only truly regaining her composure after a period of intense self-reflection and profound introspection.
And then… she found herself unable to resist, succumbing to the urge to revisit the video once more.
“Phew, it’s said that a woman’s pleasure is several times that of a man’s; the ancients truly didn’t deceive me!”
Half an hour later, Bai Xia finally powered down her Tianxun (TL Note: A futuristic communication device or network), collapsing with an undignified sprawl onto the generously sized bed, her face alight with an expression of profound, almost blissful, satisfaction.
She felt her entire body had become utterly boneless, so pliant that she lacked even the strength to rise, desiring nothing more than to simply close her eyes and drift into a contented slumber.
Yet, the fresh sweat clinging to her skin had already dampened her pajamas, and the persistent stickiness below left her feeling profoundly uncomfortable.
Consequently, despite the heavy drowsiness clouding her mind, Bai Xia had no choice but to push herself up, her limbs protesting, and make her way towards the bathroom.
Having spent over half an hour in the shower, the warm water, while diluting her lingering drowsiness, left her body feeling even more profoundly relaxed and devoid of vigor.
Indeed, a peculiar, lingering sensation seemed to persist within her, refusing to completely dissipate.
Her once fair skin had even taken on a faint, delicate pink hue, giving her an irresistibly sweet appearance.
“Ah, what a sin.”
Plopping down onto the sofa, Bai Xia reached for a dry towel, using it to gently blot her damp, soft hair, which wasn’t excessively long.
As she did so, a soft murmur escaped her lips.
She had genuinely harbored no intentions of engaging in such acts with this body.
However, given her inherent lack of self-restraint, once she had inadvertently crossed into that forbidden territory, her mind had gone utterly blank, and before she knew it, she had…
“Why can’t I control these hands?”
Having dried her hair, she reclined languidly on the sofa.
Despite the gnawing hunger in her stomach, she felt utterly devoid of the motivation to rise and prepare a meal, barely managing to restrain her hands from straying to places they shouldn’t.
After a brief interval of silence, Bai Xia abruptly raised her left hand and delivered a sharp slap to her right.
‘No more fooling around, Bai Xia! You must exercise restraint! You’re a grown man, after all!’
Would a ‘grown man’ truly identify with the female protagonist while watching an adult video, only to then climax three or four times in rapid succession?
At this thought, the young woman felt herself on the precipice of another mental collapse.
“No! I can’t let my thoughts run wild anymore; I’ll truly break!”
If she allowed her thoughts to wander any further, she feared both her mind and body would utterly unravel, for this was precisely the kind of beginning often found in certain ‘benzi’ (TL Note: A Chinese slang term, derived from Japanese ‘hon,’ referring to adult or hentai comics/doujinshi).
She gently patted her cheeks, urging herself back to lucidity.
Before she completely lost her grasp on rationality, Bai Xia resolved to rise and head to the kitchen to prepare dinner, hoping that indulging her culinary desires might counteract the maternal reproductive instincts she had inadvertently awakened within herself.
On a side note, wasn’t this body’s particular set of desires and needs a little too potent?
Why did three or four climaxes in quick succession do nothing to sate her, instead merely fueling the internal fire to burn even more intensely?
Did the original owner of this body possess the latent potential of a ‘juice-squeezing machine’ (TL Note: A Chinese slang term, ‘zha zhi ji,’ referring to someone with extremely high libido or sexual stamina, often used humorously or derogatorily)?
At this realization, Bai Xia couldn’t help but feel a pang of gratitude for the original owner’s non-existent husband.
For if it weren’t for her, any man who married ‘this one’ would likely have his waist completely shattered.
Indeed, it wasn’t inconceivable that he’d be utterly drained within merely half a month.
“Congratulations, congratulations… my foot!”
Was this truly the moment to fret over the original owner’s non-existent husband?
Surely, the most pressing concern was her own predicament!
Bai Xia drew a deep breath, attempting to clear her mind, yet an unsettling sense of foreboding about the future persisted.
After all, she had now ‘inherited’ every aspect of this body, and its ‘juice-squeezing machine’ physique was, regrettably, no exception.
Feeling an increasing struggle to suppress her own burgeoning desires, Bai Xia found herself utterly unable to imagine what her future held.
Would she not, inevitably, transform into a depraved individual?
Such a possibility was not entirely remote; individuals whose minds had been consumed by desire were capable of anything, and this particularly sensitive body clearly harbored such a dangerous potential.
While she had previously felt nothing out of the ordinary when abstaining, certain actions, once undertaken, often proved incredibly difficult to abandon, much like the fabled Pandora’s Box.
A sigh escaped Bai Xia’s lips as this thought crossed her mind; she couldn’t deny that the original owner had bequeathed her a truly colossal problem.
Regardless of what the future held, it was clear that she absolutely had to exercise considerable restraint in such matters from this point forward.
****
The following morning.
The moment Bai Xia awoke, an immediate sense of unease settled over her body; her mind felt sluggish and clouded, while a peculiar, dull ache radiated from her lower abdomen.
She leaned against the pillow, lost in thought for a few minutes, before her expression abruptly shifted as full consciousness returned.
A sudden realization struck Bai Xia, prompting her to swiftly throw back the covers and push aside her pajamas.
After a quick glance, her face paled slightly.
‘Aunt Flo (TL Note: A Chinese slang term, ‘dayima,’ referring to menstruation or a menstrual period), I’ve been waiting for you for quite some time,’ she murmured.
The situation at hand was, without a doubt, those familiar few days that every woman experiences monthly.
While its arrival was somewhat sudden, Bai Xia was, thankfully, not entirely unprepared.
Despite feeling a momentary confusion at the sight of her once pristine white panties now stained crimson, she swiftly regained her composure.
After all, while she might not have ‘seen the pig run, she had certainly eaten the pork’ (TL Note: A Chinese idiom implying that even without direct experience, one can gain understanding through indirect means or knowledge).
In this age of the internet, even with her past as a man, she possessed at least some understanding of such matters.
Utilizing the tutorials and information she had gleaned online, Bai Xia first proceeded to the bathroom for a thorough cleanup, before retrieving a particular pure white ‘little angel’ (TL Note: A euphemism for a sanitary pad or tampon) she had long since prepared.
To be frank, the process itself felt surprisingly intricate.
Naturally, in her current predicament, seeking assistance from anyone else was out of the question.
Thus, Bai Xia, left to her own devices, managed to handle the situation with surprising composure, guided by the information she had meticulously researched online.
Upon completing the task, she returned to her bedroom, her hand instinctively rising to touch her flat abdomen, a subtle, unreadable expression gracing her features.
Beyond a general sense of lethargy and a faint, peculiar sensation in her lower abdomen, she felt remarkably little else.
It was widely rumored that women suffering from severe dysmenorrhea experienced excruciating, almost unbearable pain.
The fact that this fate had not befallen her brought Bai Xia a significant measure of relief, for she harbored absolutely no desire to experience such a legendary torment.
The sudden arrival of her ‘Aunt Flo’ had caught Bai Xia completely off guard, yet her foresight in preparing for such an event meant her plans for the day remained largely undisturbed.
Some minor inconveniences, of course, were unavoidable.
After a moment’s contemplation, and before placing her breakfast order, she decisively turned to the internet once more, researching any dietary restrictions or precautions advised during this particular time.
While she possessed absolutely no prior experience with this, she couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer convenience of the internet age.
Any query, any unknown, could be instantly answered online; otherwise, left to her own devices, Bai Xia might well have bled to death.
Okay, just kidding.
After placing her breakfast order, she found herself with nothing immediate to occupy her time.
Bai Xia had initially intended to browse some new anime online, but whether it was an effect of her current physiological state, after merely ten minutes, she inexplicably felt a surge of irritability, her thoughts unconsciously beginning to stray.
“…Speaking of which, it’s such a coincidence that Aunt Flo came; could it be related to doing too much of ‘that’ last night?”
This thought was not entirely baseless, yet its arrival rendered such speculation rather pointless.
Consequently, Bai Xia’s mind swiftly veered off course.
‘Honestly, my transmigration has been an utter failure!’ she mused.
‘Shouldn’t the absence of ‘Aunt Flo’ be a standard perk after transmigrating? If it’s going to be like this every single month, who could possibly endure it?’
Bai Xia truly felt a pang of self-pity.
She couldn’t help but compare herself to other transmigrators, who often came equipped with various systems and ‘cheat codes’ (TL Note: A Chinese internet slang term, ‘jinzhi,’ referring to special abilities or advantages, often supernatural), effortlessly acquiring wealth and influence, and casually ascending to the pinnacle of life.
Then she looked at herself: just days ago, she had been so impoverished she could barely afford to eat, and now she was merely scraping by, relying on a shoddy dress-up game.
Becoming a girl was one thing, but now she was even forced to silently endure the ‘affectionate care’ of ‘Aunt Flo’!
No matter how she rationalized it, her identity as a transmigrator felt utterly nominal, devoid of any real substance.
Where were the promised ‘cheat codes’?
Where was the promised pinnacle of life?
Where was the promised life of unbridled joy?
“Could it be that I’m not really the protagonist, but a harem member waiting to be conquered by the protagonist in a novel?”
A shiver ran down Bai Xia’s spine at the thought, and she swiftly banished such chaotic notions from her mind.
After all, she was a staunch advocate of monogamy, though perhaps that wasn’t the most pertinent detail at the moment.
“I just hope this week won’t have any impact on the in-game experience…” Bai Xia mumbled to herself, having banished her unruly thoughts.
Of course, upon reflection, it seemed truly impossible for there to be any impact.
After all, would having her period in reality cause her to gain a continuous bleeding debuff in the game?
Such a notion was utterly preposterous, unless the game development company wished to be trampled into dust by women worldwide, only to have their corpses exhumed and flogged!