Women’s Clothes

It felt as though her entire body was being soaked in warm water; a cozy, languid sensation seeped directly into her bones. Su Mian opened her eyes in a half-awake, half-dreaming state and stared confusedly at the ceiling above.

After a long while.

“Ah… right, I’m in a hotel?”

She finally remembered what had happened.

She had been out with Qi Chuan, but encountering that strange Officer Jiang had caused her appetite to spiral out of control, causing the suppressed demonic power in her body to awaken.

Later, worried about being cornered if she went home and feeling in terrible shape, she thought about finding a hotel room to hide in until she recovered.

She hadn’t expected the woman she chose to take her directly to a presidential suite, or that the bodyguards inside would attack the moment the door opened, making the situation even worse.

On the verge of losing control and facing such trouble, she had no choice but to risk letting her “other self” out.

So… did the other her finish everything?

Su Mian stood up groggily and surveyed her surroundings. This time was different from before—usually, when she opened her eyes, she was already back in her own room. Looking at the environment, she was clearly still in that presidential suite, lying on a massive, soft bed.

But that wasn’t the point.

“Why haven’t I changed back!”

Immediately after sitting up, she noticed something was wrong. She reached one hand up and one hand down, and her expression quickly turned to one of shock.

The clothes on her body had been changed into a white feminine nightgown. Even without seeing a brand, the texture of the fabric alone told her it was likely expensive.

More importantly, her chest was still propped up high. Looking down, the view of snow-white skin was dizzying; when she reached out to grab, the “explosive” fullness was undeniably real.

Through the silky fabric and the slight feeling of tightness at her chest, she could also clearly tell… she was wearing a bra underneath.

At the same time, the hand reaching downward naturally caught nothing but air.

She was still in her female form!

Su Mian didn’t understand why. This wasn’t the first time she had turned into a girl—she’d had several similar experiences before—so she hadn’t been too shocked initially.

But in the past, as long as she endured it, her body would naturally return to its original state once the desire faded. Even if she eventually passed out, by the time she woke up the next day in her own bed, she would definitely be male again.

Why not this time? Did her other self fail to solve the problem? Or was there some other reason?

Su Mian panicked for a few seconds but quickly forced herself to calm down. To figure out why she hadn’t changed back, she first had to understand why she had changed in the first place.

Why did she turn into a girl?

The reason was simple: it was the influence of her other self—the succubus power.

When the part of her body representing the demon overpowered the part representing the human, her outward appearance would change, becoming closer to the “self” in the mirror.

While Su Mian had wondered many times why her other self was female, she never got a straight answer from the girl in the mirror.

She speculated it might be due to some special factor, or perhaps succubi in this world were simply only female?

In any case, the transformation was tied to her demonic power. If she wasn’t changing back as quickly as usual, it had to be related to that.

The answer lay with the other “her”!

“What weird thing did that girl do this time?”

Muttering, she climbed out of bed, but before she could even set foot on the floor, she noticed another abnormality.

She froze and instinctively touched her stomach, her expression turning to one of disbelief.

“The hunger… is gone?”

Well, not completely, but the gnawing hunger in her gut had undoubtedly dissipated by more than half. To put it in perspective: before, it felt like she hadn’t eaten or drank for three days and nights; now, it felt like she had only missed a single meal.

She wasn’t exactly “full,” but the hunger was so faint that it was in that state where eating was optional.

How could this be?

Su Mian was puzzled at first, then her brow furrowed.

Hunger doesn’t just vanish into thin air. For it to be this faint meant that during the time she was “asleep,” she had fed… and she had eaten far more than ever before!

Without a second thought, the girl stood up. Barefoot, she began searching everywhere for a mirror.

Fortunately, mirrors weren’t hard to find here—they were everywhere. There was a large full-length mirror not far from the bed.

Su Mian stood before it. The reflection was quite different from before. Aside from her face remaining the same, her clothes were now a nightgown, her silver hair had turned back to black, and even her eyes were only a faint shade of red—nowhere near as bloody as before.

She looked at her reflection with a sharp gaze.

“What did you do?”

She waited for a while, but there was no change in the mirror.

Su Mian knit her beautiful brows. While her other self didn’t always come when called, in the past, as long as Su Mian wished to see her, she would usually appear.

But this time, the girl didn’t come out.

If the succubus didn’t appear, it didn’t mean she had vanished or hadn’t heard; it most likely meant she had done something quite “out of line” and didn’t want to argue about it, so she was hiding her head and pretending to be deaf.

Realizing this, Su Mian felt even more uneasy.

“No, I have to leave.”

She didn’t know what “good deeds” her other self had performed, but there was definitely a crime scene nearby—it might even be inside this very hotel. The longer she stayed here, the more dangerous it would be.

Besides, since her appetite had mostly subsided, even though she was still a girl, she was fully capable of leaving.

With that thought, Su Mian sprang into action. She checked the time and found it wasn’t even 3:00 PM yet. This sleep had been much shorter than usual.

Is that why I haven’t changed back yet?

She didn’t have time to overthink it. She began hunting around the suite for her previous clothes. She couldn’t exactly walk out in this thin, revealing nightgown.

However, after looking around, she only found her old baseball cap and mask on the carpet outside the bedroom. Her other clothes… including that box of band-aids… had been thrown who-knows-where!

“Those clothes… I was actually thinking about washing them and sending them back.”

Unable to find them, she even desperately checked the other master bedroom (the one that clearly belonged to the actual owner), but the wardrobe there was empty as well.

Helpless, Su Mian returned to the previous room.

The good news was that her phone was still there, sitting by the head of the bed. Next to it on the nightstand was a bag containing a brand-new white dress. On the other side were two shoe boxes—one with heels, one with flats—and a smaller, more exquisite storage box stacked on top.

Su Mian opened it. Inside were five or six pairs of neatly folded socks and stockings of various lengths, colors, and materials.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she pulled them out to look. There was everything from ordinary ankle socks to patterned calf-length socks, over-the-knee socks, and even two pairs of garters and pantyhose.

Looking at this entire outfit clearly prepared specifically for her, Su Mian fell into a profound silence.