I Turned the Blonde Brat into a Cute Girl (Zhou Qiuqin’s Perspective)

“Tch…”

My name is Zhou Qiuqin.

I’m the leader of a modest survivor camp—commanding just over a thousand soldiers, several thousand firearms, and an endless supply of bullets.

By the standards of this apocalypse, I’m someone of consequence.

Yet, I never expected that during my absence—when I traveled to negotiate supply trades with other warlords—some scum would dare dig under my foundation.

Fueled by fury, I turned the woman who betrayed me into canned meat.

And then, I injected that golden-haired trash, Qin Yue, with an expensive experimental serum—transforming him into a girl.

I claimed her right then and there.

Before I did it, I investigated the little bastard.

I knew his game—breaking up lesbian couples, stealing one lover, draining their supplies to survive.

A rare breed of filth.

So I decided: let the one who toyed with others’ hearts now become the toy.

Let her survive only by pleasing me.

I would seize everything she’d hoarded, leave her penniless, stripped of all dignity—let her live in emptiness until one cold night, she starves or freezes to death in some forgotten shack.

Just now, my top enforcer reported that she defied me—hiding food and water, trying to evade my collection.

I don’t understand.

Do I have no authority?

How dare she not only steal my lover, but now openly lie to my face?

My fists clench.

Hard.

To borrow a line from a trashy romance novel four years ago: Woman, you’ve successfully caught my attention.

She will pay.

I will reclaim my dominance.

“Um… Leader… may I come in?”

A soft voice seeped through the slightly ajar bedroom door.

Of course. It’s her—Qin Yue.

Even before the transformation, he didn’t look like a real man. Now, post-serum, still the same pathetic, delicate frame.

I’ll never understand how someone so weak could seduce so many innocent girls in their prime.

“Come in.”

I sat on the bed, legs covered by a down quilt, holding a thick book in my hands.

Truthfully, I hate reading.

But waiting for a submissive girl to arrive is boring.

Her home is far—about eight kilometers from my mansion. Maybe more. I’ve lost track.

The wooden door creaked open slowly.

Then she entered—a golden-haired beauty with hair grazing her shoulders.

She kept her head down, timid, shuffling to the edge of the bed like a frightened rabbit.

Dressed in ill-fitting men’s clothes—shirt too big, pants dragging on the floor, stained with mud.

She must’ve walked the whole way.

“I’m sorry, Leader… Please forgive me. I shouldn’t have hidden the supplies meant for you.”

The moment she stepped in, she dropped to her knees beside the bed, grabbed my hand, and nuzzled her cheek against my knuckles.

…Alright.

Now I understand.

This is exactly why girls fell for her.

She knows how to flatter.

Her cheek is soft—plump, elastic. When I press my fingertip into it, the skin gives way, warm and yielding.

A perfect toy.

“Do you really understand your mistake?” I said, lightly slapping her face.

I won’t admit how much I enjoy her submission.

With trash like her, you must always be cruel.

“If Qin Dai hadn’t told me, would you have kept hiding your supplies forever? I know your past. You’re a scum who indirectly killed so many girls. I’ve already shown you mercy by letting you live—yet you still defy me?”

She stiffened for a moment at my words.

Then she looked up—those round, gray-brown eyes wide, almost adorable.

But her expression… it’s not guilt.

It’s amusement.

She doesn’t believe she’s responsible for those deaths.

She doesn’t truly think betraying me was wrong.

To her, the only mistake was getting caught.

I know her mind.

Because she’s trash.

And trash always shifts the blame.

“Get on the bed.”

I command.

She obeys—though technically, she’s not a girl. She’s twenty.

But after what I’ve done to her, she is one now.

“Yes.”

She lets out a quiet breath, as if relieved, and crawls onto the bed, hands and knees.

She strips off every piece of clothing—without hesitation—exposing everything to me.

As if she thinks I’m just some lust-driven fool, desperate for a body.

“Ah-choo!”

Sitting on my lap, she shivers—lets out a tiny sneeze.

I don’t let her under the quilt.

Not yet.

I just watch her, smirking.

Finally, after her eyes grow watery with委屈, I slap her chest—hard—and then allow her under the covers.

……

“Leader… um… could I… have a small plot of farmland?”

Afterward, Qin Yue—exhausted, broken—curls into my chest, voice soft, slightly nasal, utterly cute.

I know exactly why she wants it.

In the camp, there are only three ways to get food: scavenging, farming, or receiving gifts.

She used to exploit the third method—manipulating girls into giving her supplies.

Now, I’ve cut that path off.

Scavenging is unreliable.

Every day, bodies line the streets—starved or frozen scavengers.

“Of course not. You’re a criminal. Have you forgotten your place? Maybe next time, I should grow my nails longer.”

I pull out a wrinkled finger from under the quilt and wag it in front of her face—a twisted threat.

I feel her body stiffen again.

She says nothing.

Closes her eyes.

Wants to rest in my warmth a little longer.

But I won’t allow a piece of trash to stay in my home.

So, without warning, I kick her—hard—out of my bed.

“It’s late. I’m going to sleep. Get out.”

I check the clock—1:00 AM.

We’ve been at it for hours.

She must be exhausted.

Walking home at night… maybe she’ll trip on a rock and never wake up.

I don’t care.

In fact, I hope she suffers—freezes to death in the cold, humiliated to the very end.

“…”

On the floor, the girl stays silent.

She seems confused—still thinking of crawling back.

But then she sees my gaze, growing colder.

Her lips pout with a look of grievance.

Slowly, painfully, she pulls on her clothes—those same oversized, muddy garments—and leaves my room, step by step.

She’s so good at playing the victim…