A Sudden Transformation

“A transformation potion! How could you steal your sister’s transformation potion?”

After seeing it clearly, Xia Mengying adopted an earnest, heartfelt demeanor as she lectured Qing Zixi.

“If you wanted it, you could have just asked your sister! Honestly, did you want it that badly?”

“Th-th-this is something I found!”

Qing Zixi’s small face flushed crimson as she pointed to a corner of the floor and continued.

“The potion was just lying there! I thought no one wanted it, so I picked it up. I *found* it, how is that stealing?”

“So, are you going to ‘find’ all the pots, pans, bowls, spoons, chopsticks, buckets, and even breadcrumbs in my house, then ‘sell’ them all to a merchant for a single yuan?”

“Mmm, mmm…!”

Just as Xia Mengying retrieved the bottle, intending to put the potion away, Qing Zixi lunged forward. With one hand, she yanked off the cap, while the other gripped Xia Mengying’s wrist, pulling it towards herself. She then gulped down the entire potion.

“Little Sister Xi…?”

Watching Qing Zixi finish the potion, a hint of anxiety flickered in Xia Mengying’s eyes. She let out a helpless sigh, took back the empty bottle, and frantically began searching for something.

“Although I was somewhat looking forward to it, the first time is always incredibly painful. That’s why I was reluctant to let you drink it.”

“Gulp, mmm, ugh, ahhh!”

Before Xia Mengying could even finish her sentence, Qing Zixi was overcome by excruciating pain. It felt as though she were being torn apart limb by limb; several forces ruthlessly spread through her body, pulling her arms and legs as if by an unseen, unyielding grip.

A crackling sound emanated from within her body. Qing Zixi collapsed to the ground, gasping and screaming in agony. Xia Mengying rushed to her side, quickly forcing the pill she’d found into Qing Zixi’s mouth.

“Hoo, ah… hoo…”

After roughly three minutes, Qing Zixi finally felt the bone-piercing pain completely vanish. Her chest heaved, taking ragged breaths of one who had narrowly escaped death.

‘I almost thought I was going to die for real…’

Qing Zixi pushed herself up with her hands on the ground, slowly lifting her head.

‘My field of vision… it’s higher.’

Then, she met Xia Mengying’s eyes, which were wide with a mix of shock and excitement. Xia Mengying’s shoulders trembled, and even the prominent swell of her chest quivered.

“Hmm?”

Her long, silver-white hair cascaded down. Qing Zixi reached up, brushing the obstructive strands of hair behind her ears.

*Whoosh!*

Cupid’s arrow of love struck directly into Xia Mengying’s heart.

At this moment, Qing Zixi’s height had reached a stunning 1.8 meters. Due to her position on the ground, the pure white, rounded curve of her chest was partially revealed.

Long eyelashes framed her downcast eyes, and her beautiful red gaze darted around in confusion. Her skin, as pristine as jade, seemed to reflect the very light.

Her countenance was as cold as frost, and her silver-white hair flowed like that of a celestial being descending to the mortal realm.

Beneath her slender waist, her alluring hips gently curved upwards. Her white over-the-knee socks had now become mere calf-length socks.

The once adorable, white-haired loli had transformed into a majestic, ethereal beauty. Clad in a sweeping purple gown, she exuded an aura that defied frost and snow, like a celestial fairy.

However, the dress was undeniably ill-fitting.

“My clothes feel so tight…”

Qing Zixi stood up. Her vision swam for a moment, the drastic change in height nearly causing her to stumble.

“W-wear, or rather, why don’t you wear mine first! Heh heh…”

Xia Mengying immediately rummaged out some clothes that her junior classmates had given her.

Indeed, she almost always presented herself as a strict yet gentle elder sister figure. As the club president, she was stern and meticulous when guiding work, but would offer soft guidance and comfort when junior members sought advice or made mistakes.

After all, once a mistake was made, dwelling on it served no purpose.

Thus, this side of Xia Mengying had captured the ‘hearts’ of many junior classmates. Since she usually wore nothing but a white lab coat with utterly no sense of fashion, it was only natural that she’d be showered with all sorts of extraordinary and ethereal clothes.

Although she had never worn any of them out, Xia Mengying had, without fail, tried on and photographed every single outfit in front of her mirror.

‘This is my chance!’

“Y-you, don’t come any closer. I can change myself…”

“Yes!”

Qing Zixi’s cool refusal only made Xia Mengying more excited. She lowered her gaze to the diminutive pink-haired loli, a surge of pride swelling within her. The corners of her lips curved into a slight smile.

‘In one particular aspect, I’ve finally surpassed her!’

‘She smiled!’

‘What a majestic smile!’

Seizing the moment while Xia Mengying was lost in thought, Qing Zixi headed towards another bedroom.

‘My strides are so much longer now! This feeling is incredible!’

‘Who could understand the frustration of short legs, pattering around forever on the ground and getting nowhere? Now, just a few steps brought me into the room.’

‘Though my appearance had changed, my inner self remained the same. Still, Qing Zixi felt her facial muscles were somewhat stiff, making it impossible to form a wide, mocking grin.’

‘But these clothes in my hands…’

Qing Zixi stared in perplexity at the white garment she held.

Zi Yun’ai’s dress was the easiest to put on, as Qing Zixi had seen such dresses before, and their front and back were distinctly clear. In contrast, the clothes Lan Mengyao had given her required spreading them on the bed and studying them for a while before she could even attempt to wear them.

‘But why are all these clothes Xia Mengying gave me so utterly strange?’

‘What’s this white ribbon for? Is it for hanging myself? And why is this dress so, so, so incredibly long?!’

‘And where’s the front, where’s the back? No, seriously, where are the sleeves, where’s the collar!?’

After half a day of fumbling around in the room, drenched in sweat, Qing Zixi still couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

‘I took all my clothes off, just for *this*?’

Qing Zixi and the white garment on the bed stared at each other in mutual confusion. Then, the door creaked open, and the pink-haired loli’s head peeked in.

“Are you done changing, Little Xi—ooh, ahh, ahhh!?”

“G-get out!”

Both of them cried out. However, Qing Zixi clearly couldn’t form much of an expression; she merely frowned slightly. Her left hand was held horizontally across her chest, her tender, slender thighs pressed tightly together. With her right hand, she pointed at Xia Mengying, her cherry lips parting to barely utter three words.

“Don’t… look…”

“Alright, alright, alright, I won’t look. Speaking of which, you haven’t put it on after all this time. Little Sister Xi, do you not know how to wear it? You drape it over your body, then there’s a sash, and then, and then…”

Xia Mengying covered her face with both hands, signaling that she absolutely couldn’t see, and began to instruct. Qing Zixi, her brow slightly furrowed, looked at Xia Mengying.

“No peeking?”

“Absolutely not!”

‘As if!’

Qing Zixi skeptically draped the garment halfway over herself. Xia Mengying, meanwhile, spread her fingers apart just enough to create a tiny gap, through which she glimpsed Qing Zixi’s slightly bared shoulders. The fabric was held up by her arms at her waist, revealing her back, which was like a secret garden, alluring and inviting deeper exploration.

Her curves were exquisite, her skin smooth and delicate. Every inch was imbued with a poetic grace, every detail worthy of lingering appreciation.

‘Must! Re! Sist!’

Xia Mengying continuously rubbed her thighs together, her breathing growing heavier. Heart-shaped glints appeared in her eyes…