Worry

Although Jade Capital had begun its gradual march into autumn, the tail end of midsummer lingered. Daytime temperatures remained high, easily exceeding 30°C.

Today, despite the lack of direct sunlight, the air was exceptionally humid. This resulted in a sweltering, muggy sensation that caused one to break into a sweat without even realizing it.

Su Mian was no exception.

It was already past 4:00 PM by the time she returned to her rented apartment. After cycling the entire way back, she found there hadn’t been a lick of wind on the road. By the time she stepped through her door, her entire body felt sticky and miserable.

“But at least I’m finally back.”

She grabbed a cream popsicle from the freezer, tore it open, and took a massive bite. Sitting on the sofa, she let out a satisfied sigh.

As the demonic desires receded, her human desires returned. Consequently, the popsicle in her hand regained its rich, multifaceted flavor. Coupled with the fact that no accidents had occurred on the road and she hadn’t run into any acquaintances, today could finally be considered a success.

Of course, had she known she would encounter so much trouble by stepping out today, she wouldn’t have gone out for anything in the world.

Though, it wasn’t without its benefits.

After devouring the popsicle in three or four bites, the girl—still maintaining her female appearance—patted her lower abdomen. She felt almost no hunger in her stomach; it was a sensation she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Relying on a certain instinct, Su Mian estimated that this state could last at least half a month. This meant she wouldn’t lose control like before for at least two weeks. Even if she ran into that strange police officer again, she likely wouldn’t be as pathetic as she was today.

“But when will these miserable days finally end!”

She sighed. Because she felt so sticky, a single popsicle was clearly not enough to satisfy her. Su Mian decisively went to her bedroom to turn on the air conditioner, then made short work of stripping off the dress, shoes, and socks.

However, she paused when she reached the black bra. It wasn’t that she was attached to it, but taking it off would leave her completely naked. She felt that in her current form… looking at herself while wearing nothing would be even stranger.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she decided to leave it on.

She sat in front of the air conditioner for a while. Once the stifling heat from the outside world had been swept away by the cool breeze, the girl shook out her hair and immediately headed to the bathroom in her sandals.

She stood before the mirror, intending to have a proper talk with her “other self,” but the succubus still showed no sign of appearing. Instead, as she stared at the reflection of the girl in the mirror, her expression gradually became complicated.

To be honest, this was the first time Su Mian had carefully observed her feminized self at such close range.

Her features were nearly identical to the succubus that frequently appeared—the shape of the eyebrows and the facial structure looked as if they were cast from the same mold—yet there was a distinct difference.

The primary gap lay in their temperament!

With the same face, every smile or glance from the succubus carried a lethal allure; a raised eyebrow or a pout held a soul-stirring charm. But on Su Mian, perhaps because she wasn’t used to it or for some other reason, her expressions were sparse. The person in the mirror looked several degrees “dimmer,” giving off a subtle vibe of: this person looks very easy to trick.

“What a ‘pure yet foolish’ college student…”

She rubbed her face vigorously. Upon snapping out of it, she sighed and decisively tossed all those messy thoughts aside.

She waited a bit longer, but her other self still didn’t emerge. Knowing the girl wouldn’t come out today, she turned to leave the bathroom.

However, during this process, her eyes brushed past the showerhead hanging on the wall. Thinking about how much she had sweated outside and how her body still felt slightly sticky, her footsteps faltered.

“Coming back from the outside in the middle of summer, covered in sweat… it’s perfectly normal to take a shower. Yes, completely normal!”

…

After a simple shower—during which she conducted some “careful research”—Su Mian discovered that in this state, she was indeed a genuine female.

Of course, she couldn’t be sure if her internal organs had changed; after all, she couldn’t exactly cut herself open to check. Thus, she didn’t know if she would experience the typical “troubles” of an average girl in this state.

Probably not, considering she was a demon, and she wouldn’t stay in this form forever anyway.

Su Mian was quite open-minded about it. After finishing her slightly curious investigation of her current physical condition and gaining a basic understanding, she dried her hair and left the bathroom.

“I have to say, it’s a real hassle for girls to bathe. Just rinsing this hair takes forever.”

By the time she finally got her hair dry, the post-bath girl felt even more exhausted. When she threw herself onto the bed, a wave of drowsiness washed over her almost immediately.

She gently raised her hand. Her dark eyes, which held a faint glint of red, betrayed a hint of confusion and a deeper sense of worry. She looked at her arm—fair, slender, and as elegant as jade. it was beautiful, but it felt incredibly unfamiliar.

Most importantly…

“What if I can’t change back?”

This wasn’t the first time Su Mian had pondered this question, but she never found an answer.

Demonic power caused her to turn into a girl, and according to her other self, the demonic power in her body would one day fully awaken, completely overpowering her human side. It went without saying what would happen then; this girl-like appearance would likely become her permanent state.

It wasn’t that Su Mian hadn’t thought about these things, but it always gave her a massive headache. The key reason wasn’t that this appearance was unacceptable, but rather that her life would be completely upended!

Family, friends, social status—all the traces left behind from living in this world for nearly twenty years would change or inevitably fall into chaos because of it.

The transition from male to female was far more than a simple change in gender; it was a total subversion of her past life and every mark she had made on the world.

Su Mian had long since grown accustomed to her current life, so every time she thought of that chaotic future, she felt a strong sense of resistance and bewilderment.

Of course…

“It’s not time to reach a conclusion yet.”

The girl let out a breath and gently closed her eyes.

She hadn’t forgotten another possibility: the power sleeping inside her wasn’t just the succubus. If the succubus power turned her into a woman, could the power of another demon turn her back?

It was hard to say, but it was worth looking forward to.

Though, as this thought surfaced, she thought she heard the sound of laughter in her ear. It might have been an illusion, but it was the voice of her other self—a sound that could only be classified as mockery.

“Tch…”

Su Mian was annoyed, but since the succubus had been dodging her all day, she had no one to vent to. In the end, she could only bury her head under her pillow in a fit of silent pique.