The Dressing Doll

To make Qing Zixi truly kneel in the bathtub, wagging her tail and begging for mercy, was utterly impossible given her current sliver of sanity. Both of them knew this well.

However, merely having her subtly twist her graceful body and utter that humiliating phrase was more than enough.

Anything more would cease to be flirting.

Xia Mengying submerged herself, only her small head peeking above the water’s surface. Her hands rested on her thighs, which were pressed tightly together.

‘So, so adorable. A different kind of cuteness, unlike before. No, I mustn’t. I need to control myself. If I don’t, I’ll lose all reason. I can’t, I absolutely cannot lose control here…’

Lan Mengyao, too, flopped down onto the edge of the bathtub, her hands instinctively clamping over her mouth. Her light blue eyes seemed veiled by a thin mist, appearing utterly dazed.

‘Oh, I want to… No, no, no! How did I almost lose control of myself just now?’

While the two sisters wrestled with their inner desires, Qing Zixi’s crimson eyes had lost their sparkle, making her resemble a lifeless salted fish. She now lay cradled in Lan Mengyao’s arms, her feet propped upon Xia Mengying’s legs, her gaze vacantly fixed on the ceiling.

‘I’m utterly finished.’

****

Having had her threshold of sensation stimulated to an exceptionally high degree earlier, Qing Zixi offered little resistance when her hair was washed. After returning to the bedroom, wrapped in a bath towel, Lan Mengyao made her way to the door, opened it, and hauled in two large boxes.

“What are these?”

Xia Mengying’s curiosity was piqued by the sight of the two boxes, yet Qing Zixi already harbored a vague, ominous premonition.

‘Her sister, inexplicably bringing in two massive boxes of things… what could she possibly do to her?’ A strained smile stretched across Qing Zixi’s face as she softly began to speak.

“Th-that, I’ll just be leaving now. I wouldn’t want to disturb you two…”

“You can’t leave!”

In a swift motion, Lan Mengyao firmly seized Qing Zixi’s arm, which, though lengthened, remained slender.

Qing Zixi silently turned her head, her lips pursed in a defiant pout.

“I refuse to be a dressing doll…”

However, Lan Mengyao had already preemptively shut the door tightly. She even twisted the knob, and a definitive click echoed as it locked.

“Phew~ Before I even entered the bathroom, I sent a message to my assistant,” Lan Mengyao explained. “I told her to pack all the clothes I used to wear into boxes and bring them over. It’s not far anyway.”

As Lan Mengyao clarified this to Xia Mengying, she proceeded to open the boxes. One by one, she selected garments, spreading them neatly across the bed.

Most of these were formal dresses: either waist-cinching gowns that accentuated the hips, or cheongsams with daring slits revealing legs and shoulders. Blue dominated the collection, though white also featured prominently. A few elegant purple pieces were present, with the remaining garments consisting of suits, primarily in black.

“That’s about it,” Lan Mengyao declared. “I thought these white clothes would undoubtedly suit Sister Xi perfectly. If we don’t take some fantastic photos today to commemorate this, who knows when the next opportunity will arise~”

‘Here it comes.’

‘Lan Mengyao’s favorite episode.’

Qing Zixi was utterly speechless. She recalled having a sister who studied fashion design; if it were *her*, wanting to dress her up in various outfits would be somewhat understandable. But Lan Mengyao, a professional pianist and gamer, why was she so obsessed with giving her makeovers?

Qing Zixi couldn’t fathom it. What she didn’t realize was that most girls, in truth, harbored a fondness for playing with dolls.

Present someone with an adorable white-haired loli, then an ice-cold silver-haired *Ojou-sama*. Could they truly resist adorning her with the world’s most beautiful clothes and snapping countless photos?

It was incredibly difficult, indeed.

“Wow, this looks stunning! So stylish, it gives you even more elegance than it does me!”

“This one is incredibly chic too, truly! If you went out in this, you’d captivate everyone!”

“Yes, yes, yes! Lean against the doorframe, just like that. Bend one leg, extend your hand, and point at me like a gun…”

Amidst the two women’s tireless efforts and endless accolades, Qing Zixi began to feel something stirring within her.

‘It seems I might actually have potential as a model, after all?’

‘If there’s a national modeling grand prix, couldn’t I give it a try? This path doesn’t seem to require much effort anyway. Just sign up, show up on the day, walk the runway in the clothes, and see where luck takes me!’

‘And I even have dual forms! That wouldn’t count as cheating; after all, it’s still me. Debuting with dual cultivation and adaptive abilities, wouldn’t the model championship be practically mine for the taking?!’

As she endured the agonizing process of changing clothes and striking poses, Qing Zixi found solace by telling her young heart that it was all for her complete revival in the future.

Approximately an hour later, as Qing Zixi changed out of the fifth outfit, she unequivocally threw in the towel. She snatched Xia Mengying’s pink pajamas from the bed, pulled them on, and then flopped onto the mattress.

“I’m exhausted. No more photos.”

“Oh, what a pity,” Lan Mengyao sighed, “This one really suited you too~”

Lan Mengyao set down a new garment she had just taken out. She scrolled through her phone, gazing at the hundreds of photos, and let out a soft sigh.

Yet, the harvest had been plentiful. For today, this would suffice.

The two exchanged photos, tidied up the clothes, then changed into their pajamas and settled onto the bed. Qing Zixi found herself sandwiched between them.

She hadn’t looked closely before, but upon donning them, Qing Zixi realized these were Xia Mengying’s current pajamas.

While the chest area fit perfectly, even feeling a little loose, the pajamas were simply too short. On Qing Zixi, they resembled a crop top. The bottom part of the sleepwear was also very tight, clinging snugly to her curves and outlining an elegant silhouette.

They were akin to hotpants.

Checking the time, she tilted her head and asked Xia Mengying.

“Sister Mengying, when exactly can I change back?”

She had initially believed that after becoming larger and taller, she would be able to mercilessly mock and dominate these older sisters. However, reality had dealt Qing Zixi a severe blow.

Having never exercised, even if her strength had increased due to the potion, it was merely a change from zero to one. She might not even be able to handle Xia Mengying’s true form, let alone Lan Mengyao.

Moreover, the potion had rendered her body far more fragile and sensitive. Previously, being held tightly in the arms of these two would evoke no sensation, but now, being embraced, she felt an overwhelming sense of shame and…

Qing Zixi truly did not wish to acknowledge those two words.

“Why would you want to change back?” Xia Mengying teased. “Isn’t this wonderful? A stunning ice queen! If you came to my school, you could definitely usurp my position as campus belle~”

As she jested, Xia Mengying examined Qing Zixi’s profile, then gently lifted a lock of her silver-white hair and stroked it.

“But your hair doesn’t seem to have grown longer,” she mused. “It used to be almost thigh-length, yet now it barely reaches your waist.”

Just then, as if a thought had suddenly struck her, Lan Mengyao leaned forward and inquired with a curious expression.

“I recall you mentioning some kind of potion,” she said, “one that allows hair to be controlled?”

“There is, indeed,” Xia Mengying confirmed. “However, it’s still in the experimental phase. Without sufficient mental fortitude and adaptability, one would experience a tingling scalp, vision blacking out, and then faint.”