October 4th, 10:00 a.m. – Biyang Girls Academy, Hidden Passage Hideout

On the sofa, nestled snugly against Sis Yuanyue's chest as she playfully nuzzled her, was a petite gothic loli — jet-black hair, barely 1.5 meters tall.

“You two mother and daughter are seriously out to scam me, huh?” the tiny girl pouted, her small face scrunched in irritation. “There’s a hidden passage that connects from the boys’ campus to this place, and yet you two told me I could only come in if I turned into a woman? I actually fell for it!”

Sis Yuanyue leaned down and blew softly against her ear, causing the little thing in her arms to flail in protest.

“Relax, Old Lei~” she coaxed with a teasing grin. “Didn’t you say before that it’s such a waste to wear a full outfit only once? Now you’ve got another chance to show it off — cheer up, will you?”

That’s right — that adorable little loli was none other than Lei Luo, or more precisely, in his current form, Lei-Loli-chan — a perfect, pint-sized bundle of moe.

As for how things got to this point, we’d have to rewind to this morning — around six or so.

At the time, I was still half-asleep when my phone suddenly rang. I squinted, reached for it, and nearly dropped the thing when I saw the caller ID.

Not Sis Xi.

It was Meow Meow herself!

If my memory hadn’t been erased overnight, this was her first time ever calling me directly — usually, it was Sis Xi handling all communications. Seeing her name pop up, I genuinely thought I was still dreaming.

I took a deep breath and answered.
“Hello, Sis Meow Meow?”

“Kai, are you awake?”

What kind of question is that? Who answers calls in their sleep?

“Well, I am now… Wasn’t our meetup at ten?”
“No, I’m not calling to wake you up. I need you to transform my dad.”

“Uncle Lei? Now?”
“Now.”

Still half-asleep, I didn’t think too hard about it. I just wrote “Lei Luo” in the Bishoujo Notebook, yawned, and went right back to bed. If Haitang and Zhao Zhao hadn’t climbed in through the window to wake me up, I would’ve missed the gathering entirely.

And that’s how I ended up here in the hidden cabin, staring at the supposedly 17-year-old but still ridiculously loli-fied Lei-Loli-chan.

I’d always assumed transformations had some degree of consistency — even Zhao Zhao and Xiao Lei, despite their huge gender differences, at least kept their height.

But this? There was nothing left of the original uncle in her. Just what kind of mental adjustment has this man gone through?

Anyway, to settle the chaos in the Tianping Commercial District and to avenge Lü Le, Meow Meow had summoned her top allies for a strategy meeting — including the Student Council Four, and even Tangerine, who commanded the cat-specialist task force.

As expected, Cangyu opted for remote participation, hiding in the Student Council office with her webcam.

So here in the cabin, there were only seven of us — Haitang, Bei Qiaojue, Tangerine, Yang Qi, Sis Yuanyue, Lei-Loli, and me.

It was already past ten, but Meow Meow herself still hadn’t shown up. Neither had Sis Xi, Rinka, or Xiao Lei.

Not that they were late — Rinka and Meow Meow had gone to fetch Lü Le, who was being discharged today, and Xiao Lei was out picking up a special guest.

While pouring tea, Yang Qi suddenly looked toward the heavy steel door that sealed the passage.

“Someone’s coming,” she said.

The iron door groaned as it opened — and in came Meow Meow and Rinka, carrying a stretcher between them.

Behind them followed Sis Xi, a backpack slung over one shoulder, a tote bag in one hand, and a washbasin filled with thermos, toothbrush, and water cup in the other.

“Ugh, I’m exhausted.”
Dumping the stretcher down, Rinka collapsed onto the sofa, panting.
“The boys’ campus guard wouldn’t let taxis in — we had to carry the stretcher all the way from the main gate! Should’ve gone through the girls’ side instead!”

…That guard must be new — who dares offend the principal’s granddaughter?

The one on the stretcher, of course, was Lü Le, freshly out of the hospital. After a quick greeting, Haitang and Meow Meow carried him upstairs and laid him down next to my original body — on the only double bed.

When I visited last time, I’d parked the wheelchair too far away from the bed, and since my main body wasn’t wearing glasses right now, Lü Le looked stunned seeing both me and my avatar together. His already wide eyes went extra wide.

“Wait—why are there two Miss Lingmengs?” he asked.

I scratched my cheek awkwardly, summoned the Bishoujo Notebook with a flick of my wrist — at this point, it responded almost instinctively.

“It’s… a long story,” I told him. “You can ask Sis Xi about the details after you transform.”

“cough… Transform? Me?”

I gestured toward the little girl on the sofa. “That girl — you remember her, right?”

“...That’s Uncle Lei?” Lü Le blinked.

“Bingo.”

He was there when I first transformed Uncle Lei in the Lose Moonlit bar, I still asked since it probably left an impression even though some time has passed.

He looked hesitant. “You’re going to turn me into a woman too?”

Why does he sound exactly like Old Yan…

“Yep. It’s for your own good since your wounds will vanish after transformation. Though if you change back, the injuries reappear. Non-lethal ones heal over time, though.”

Of course, a fatal one will still kill you — even divine paperwork has its limits.

I added with a smirk, “But hey, if you decide not to turn back, you can live as a woman from now on. Like your big bro here. And, well… for certain reasons, I’d be totally fine with that!”

Bonk!

“Your head’s only full of your quota, isn’t it?” Meow Meow flicked me on the skull hard enough to raise a bump, then turned to Lü Le.

“If you don’t want to stay that way, just refuse when the time comes. It’s your choice — I’ll respect it.” I added …retrospectively.

Behind her, Sis Xi let out a pointed “hmph!” through her nose.

Lü Le hesitated again. “So if I change, all injuries will be healed… even physical defects?”

“Of course! Notebook service— guaranteed quality!” I grinned like a sketchy salesman. “No scams, no side effects — look at me, I’m the best proof!”

“Pretty sure you were already gorgeous, idiot.”

Bonk! Second bump. Meow Meow really was in a short fuse mood these days.

Lü Le closed his eyes in thought. Just when we assumed he’d fallen asleep, he opened them again with resolve.

“…I understand. Go ahead.”

The expression he made — brows furrowed, like he was bracing for castration — didn’t help.

Well… not entirely wrong.

As soon as he agreed, everyone crowded around: Sis Yuanyue, Lei-Loli, Tangerine, and the whole Council Trio, with Bei Qiaojue holding up her phone to stream it for Cangyu.

The small second-floor room filled up instantly.

Sis Xi, ever the professional, stepped forward and unbuttoned the top two buttons of Lü Le’s shirt.

I wrote his name in the notebook — and light erupted. The familiar divine glow flickered with sparks as the transformation began.

It felt like a gacha pull — that mix of suspense and excitement at what might come out.

First, his slicked-back pompadour burst apart into a puff of soft, wavy hair. His frame shrank drastically — while his chest began to rise. Not flat, either.

Rinka gasped. “She’s so tiny—wait, that chest?!”

When the holy light faded, before us sat a small, baby-faced girl with an almost comically large bust — just slightly taller than Lei-Loli, her fluffy shoulder-length hair curling outward, her fierce sanpaku eyes intact, giving her the vibe of a wolf pup trying to act tough.

She sat up, and because her body had shrunk, her right arm slipped clean out of its cast. The bandages around her waist loosened, and her oversized shirt barely contained her new proportions. She instinctively clutched her chest, blushing in confusion — an entirely natural girlish reflex.

That adjustment period was… fast.

Rinka whistled. “Damn, she’s about the same as Sis Fei now!”

Of course, she meant the bust. And of course, she shot me a glare. Like it’s my fault she’s flat!

Sis Xi stepped in again, handing the new girl a bag. “There are some of my clothes in here. They might be a bit big, but try them on for now.”

Then she turned to the rest of us. “Alright, that’s enough gawking. Downstairs — let’s give her some space to adjust.”