Transformation

“This… this theory… hiss…”

Jiang Li’s face was flushed crimson, his entire body trembling as his voice broke into jagged fragments.

“If we only… understand it… l-literally… ngh… it might be a bit… a bit obscure… haaa…”

Behind him, Xiao Yuehua was a portrait of gluttonous desire. Her hands had slipped beneath his clothes, wreaking havoc against his skin. In this setting—where depravity, stimulation, and shame coexisted—Jiang Li felt as if a motor had been buried inside him. He couldn’t stop the frantic, rhythmic shivering.

Snap.

Opposite them, Ning Rou kept her eyes cast down, remaining silent for a moment. But the neutral pen crushed into plastic shards between her fingers betrayed the turbulence in her heart.

“Heh.”

Xiao Yuehua seemed to let out a derisive snort from behind. The movements of her hands grew even more aggressive. She licked her lips excitedly, exhaling waves of lustful, hot air against Jiang Li’s ear.

Jiang Li felt like a courtesan in a red-light district, forced to sit upon a patron’s lap with no will of his own. He blinked numbly.

Wrong. This is all wrong.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Xiao Yuehua was supposed to be a quiet, stubborn girl; Ning Rou was supposed to be a lively, brave child. They should have been kind-hearted young women, best friends with a deep bond.

His “conquest” strategy should have been like a galgame—building affection through long-term companionship and small ripples of drama, eventually leading to a sweet, innocent romance.

But why had it turned out this way? Why did Xiao Yuehua “blacken”? Why did Ning Rou become her mortal enemy?

Did I do something wrong? Why can’t I find the will to resist Xiao Yuehua’s excessive behavior? Have I fallen into depravity myself? Did I ruin them?

The fault… is it all mine?

It’s my fault.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

Over these past days under Xiao Yuehua’s control, Jiang Li’s thoughts had grown increasingly heavy and clouded. His way of thinking seemed to warp under the influence of her enchanting, manipulative words.

This change was morbid, secretive, and absolute—so much so that Jiang Li didn’t even notice the massive flaw in his own logic.

A wave of immense embarrassment and self-reproach washed over him. Jiang Li felt a sudden chill, his tremors becoming uncontrollable. Yet, within Xiao Yuehua’s embrace, he felt an overwhelming sense of security and belonging.

Two massive, conflicting emotions collided in his mind like a tidal wave, slowly eroding his remaining sanity. In the midst of this struggle, his pupils began to lose focus.

His duty to tutor Ning Rou was completely shoved into a forgotten corner of his mind. Jiang Li could only slump weakly against the desk, gasping for breath as Xiao Yuehua’s actions grew increasingly bold. Her nimble fingers wandered between his chest and back, her cold nails tracing paths that were neither too light nor too heavy.

“This won’t do, Professor…”

Xiao Yuehua’s eyes curved with a mischievous, narrowed glint. “You still have to tutor Student Ning Rou. What’s the meaning of slumping over like this?”

“…”

Ning Rou trembled with silent fury, but she didn’t respond to the provocation.

“Tsk, how boring.”

Dissatisfied with Ning Rou’s lack of reaction, Xiao Yuehua withdrew her gaze and leaned back into Jiang Li’s ear. “Our Professor is still the best. No matter how you react, I just love it so much.”

“Ha… ha-ah…”

Jiang Li opened his mouth, but in his state of mental chaos, he couldn’t form a sentence. Only ragged, broken gasps escaped his lips.

But that was enough. To Xiao Yuehua, the Professor in this state carried a fatal temptation. Driven by the heat in her heart, she sank her teeth firmly into his earlobe.

“Ha-ngh… don’t… don’t do that, Yuehua…”

The sting of pain brought a brief flash of clarity to Jiang Li. His gaze snapped toward Ning Rou, who sat before him with her head bowed. He suddenly realized the situation. He struggled weakly, trying to stop Xiao Yuehua’s movements.

“It’s… ha-ah… it’s time for Student Ning Rou and me… don’t do that… it’s our tutoring time…”

He gasped out the broken words, but they only served to fan the flames of Xiao Yuehua’s jealousy. Her expression shifted instantly. In the next moment, she forcefully silenced him, pressing her lips against his.

“Yuehua, don’t. Don’t do this.”

Jiang Li instinctively turned his head, pleading, “You… you promised me, didn’t you? You wouldn’t force me to give up tutoring Student Ning Rou… you clearly promised.”

As he spoke, his eyes couldn’t help but steal another glance at Ning Rou, whose aura had turned dark and somber.

Xiao Yuehua noticed this detail immediately. She had always harbored a sense of inferiority toward Ning Rou, and the fact that she had used underhanded means to get the Professor had been a constant torment in her heart. Her intense insecurity and the fear of losing Jiang Li made her increasingly radical and sensitive.

At this moment, Jiang Li’s act of enduring his fear just to speak up for Ning Rou was nothing short of adding fuel to the fire.

Fury surged into her brain. Xiao Yuehua forcefully suppressed his weak resistance and, with a darkened face, began to bite him with a mix of resentment and terror. Her teeth soon drew beads of blood. The metallic tang of rust filled both their mouths, but she didn’t care. Breathing like a wild beast, she pushed deeper.

Jiang Li was stunned by her sudden savagery. For a moment, he was lost, caught between the stinging pain and the invasive sensation. His eyes widened and grew misty; he no longer had the luxury to worry about Ning Rou.

After a long time, as her anger dissipated through this one-sided pillaging, Xiao Yuehua’s movements gradually softened. Her eyes turned tender, and a silver thread of saliva stretched between their lips as they parted.

She whispered soothingly, “Professor, does it hurt?”

Jiang Li hesitated, shaking his head, then nodding.

“Heehee…”

She smiled, satisfied. “If it hurts, you can tell me. Yuehua treasures the Professor most of all… However…” She tilted her head, her eyes curving. “However, the Professor should be more proactive, shouldn’t he?”

“…”

Jiang Li hesitated for a moment. Seemingly moved by her tender embrace, he finally leaned in of his own accord.

Unlike Xiao Yuehua’s dominant, wild kiss, Jiang Li’s movements were restrained and cautious. But for Xiao Yuehua, the satisfaction this restrained kiss brought her far surpassed the one before. Because this was the first time the Professor had ever kissed her voluntarily.

In this moment of warmth, Xiao Yuehua smiled shyly, her dimples showing. She patted Jiang Li’s back as if soothing an infant, encouraging him.

And in the periphery of her smiling eyes, she caught a glimpse of Ning Rou’s gaze hidden behind her hair—eyes brimming with rage and jealousy. It gave her the intense thrill of a victor.

Like an indispensable seasoning, it made the kiss the Professor had offered up taste all the more delicious.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Professor, what would you like to eat today? You choose for lunch. As for dinner, I’ve already decided—let’s go get dessert.”

As lunch hour approached, the Professor was led away by Xiao Yuehua. Before leaving, Xiao Yuehua cast a meaningful, lingering look back at Ning Rou.

Dessert. Heh. It must be that place—the one the Professor and I once went to.

Ning Rou’s face was dark as she stood up in silence. Witnessing their intimacy face-to-face had been pure torture. Now that the ordeal was over, she should have felt relieved.

And yet, feeling the restlessness and emptiness in her heart, she couldn’t find peace.

She packed up her notes and materials. As her fingertips brushed against the cover of a book, she couldn’t help but fantasize about the Professor’s skin. Her body shuddered at the thought of her own vivid, lewd fantasies.

“Professor… Professor…”

She whispered his name for a long time, until she seemed to reach a certain resolution.