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After leaving that trashy place Mifeng Street, I took my brothers straight to a KTV¹ in the Tianping Commercial District. We booked a large private room and got some drinks.

Fortunately, these guys only drink beer, so it wasn’t too expensive to keep them happy.

Normally, to keep up appearances, I’d call a few hostesses over, but the money I took from home isn’t infinite, I’d better budget carefully. It’d be best if I could find a way to make some cash soon.

“Boss, why’d you let them go so easily?”

The Mohawk fatty, his face flushed from the alcohol, staggered up to me. This guy is way too petty.

“Because I broke my own principles… Tian Xi, do you believe in fate?”

“Hell no! My fate is mine to control!”

He raised his beer bottle and shouted loudly, his rooster-like Mohawk wobbling along.

Then, out of nowhere, he started twisting and turning—dancing, even—and before I knew it, he was taking off his shirt.

Anyone with eyes could tell he was wasted… but we’d only been here for five minutes! He hadn’t even finished one bottle of beer!

Seeing my confusion, the masked, slicked-back-hair guy, Lü Le, explained, “Boss, you might not know this, but Tian Xi’s alcohol tolerance and drinking habits are both absolute trash. We usually just give him Coke, but today we forgot.”

Only giving him cola? Is that why he’s so much fatter than the rest of you? And by the way, can you please take off that damn mask when you drink?

Seeing Tianxi’s pig-like hands slide over his massive belly and land on his belt buckle, someone suddenly screamed, “Hold him down! That idiot’s about to drop his pants!”

Realizing what was happening, the guys scrambled to restrain him.

It took a huge effort to wrestle Tian Xi back onto the KTV couch, where he promptly passed out and started snoring.

Nobody, I repeat, nobody wants to see a fat dude doing a striptease.

After dealing with Tianxi, Lü Le sat back down next to me. “Boss, what did you mean by fate?”

Oh, so you actually want to hear this?

I lit a cigarette and set it in the ashtray beside me. I wasn’t planning on smoking—it was just for the atmosphere, to make it like I was about to tell some grand story.

“You probably think my whole ‘I don’t hit women’ thing is just me trying to sound cool or look good, right? But I actually mean it. I really can’t hit women. The moment I do, I get hit with serious bad luck. That’s my fate.”

I hadn’t even finished the intro before the guys stopped singing and crowded around me like kindergarteners waiting for storytime. Do I look like your preschool teacher?

I stroked the stubble on my chin, trying to figure out the best way to explain.

“About a year ago, I ran into this old Taoist priest. He had this long white beard and wore this simple white robe and really had that wise hermit look going on. He stopped me in the street, said we were ‘fated to meet,’ and insisted on reading my fortune.”

Lü Le asked, “And? What did he say?”

“The old man told me I was born to be cursed by women. He warned me never to lay a hand on one, or I’d face instant karma—maybe even a ‘blood calamity.’ But come on, fortune-telling? I wasn’t buying it. Then, later on, I got into an argument with one of my teachers at school. I was pissed, so I shoved her. She was fine, but later that same day, I walked out the school gate and got hit by a car. Spent two weeks in the hospital.”

“That… that could’ve just been a coincidence, right?” The guys were starting to look a little nervous.

“That’s what I thought too, but if just a shove put me in the hospital, what if I’d actually hit her? I might’ve ended up dead. Some things you just don’t mess with. And hey, let’s be real—saying ‘I don’t hit women’ does make me sound pretty cool.”

I wasn’t making any of this up—it was all true.

When it comes to women, I’m already at a disadvantage.

When it comes to women who can actually fight? It’s even worse.

Case in point: yesterday’s psycho girl. That flurry of kicks she landed on me—fast, precise, ruthless.

If I’d fought back, I don’t even know if I could’ve won.

“But, Boss… didn’t you just hit that crossdressing chick? If what you’re saying is true…”

I nodded. “Yeah. If karma is real, then I’ve probably got some serious bad luck coming my way. But as long as I stay inside this KTV, nothing too crazy can happen, right? It’s not like a damn tank is gonna come crashing in here.”

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt like I had just planted a flag.

And then, the impossible happened.

A blinding white light engulfed my entire field of vision, so bright I couldn’t keep my eyes open. The light was coming from me. My whole body was glowing like a damn light bulb, and little golden stars crackled and sparked in the air around me.

The most terrifying part? I couldn’t feel my body at all.

“Boss! You okay, Boss?! …Uh, Boss?”

Luckily, the phenomenon didn’t last long. When the light faded, I felt my body return. I opened my eyes, only to find Lü Le and the others staring at me like I was some kind of freak.

Feeling creeped out by their silence, I asked, “What the hell just happened? …Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ …Wait. What’s wrong with my voice?”

My voice. It was… high-pitched.

Then I noticed something felt off. Really off. I looked down.

Oh. Oh no.

My clothes were way too loose, my gold ring had slid off my thin fingers, and lumps of mysterious fat were pushing against my tank top. A few strands of long, golden hair fell into my field of vision.

Even if I was the slowest person on Earth, I’d still realize—

I had turned into a woman.

I clutched my forehead, rubbing my temples, trying to keep my brain from exploding.

“Is this… karma? Because I hit a woman, I got turned into one?”

Fate really had one hell of a sense of humor.

I pulled out my phone and opened the front camera. If I was a girl now, I needed to at least check out my new face.

Hmm. Not bad. Even by my own standards, I had to admit, I was a damn good-looking woman. Big, sharp, double-lidded eyes that gave off a naturally commanding aura, certainly looking like holding a whip might be very suitable.

Well. At least I didn’t turn into some ugly hag.

“Boss is still the Boss, as expected!”
“Boss turned into a woman and still looks gorgeous—so this is the karma?”
“Should we still call you Boss? What about Big Sis?”
“Boss, can you… y’know, let us have some fun?”

“Whoever just said that, go jerk off in the corner.”

Once they realized I was still me, the guys got way too hyped. They surrounded me, all talking at once, giving me a damn headache. Worse still, I felt an instinctual kind of discomfort being surrounded by so many men.

Maybe I just wasn’t used to being a woman yet.

It seemed like Lü Le wasn’t used to interacting with women—he kept sneaking glances to the side, avoiding direct eye contact with me.

Seriously, how is this guy part of a gang when he’s this shy?

He hesitated for a moment before leaning in close to my ear and whispering, “Boss, um… you’re… kind of poking through…”

It took me a full ten seconds to process what he meant.

I glanced down, only to see that my newly acquired soft assets were pressing up against my black tank top, and—oh crap—two rather prominent points were making their presence known loud and clear.

“You could’ve told me sooner, you b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲!” Without hesitation, I zipped my leather jacket up in one swift motion.

But the damage was done—these guys had been staring at me the whole time! Damn it, they’re definitely gonna use this for their late-night “study sessions.”

“Huh? Where’d this chick come from?”

At that moment, the drunken fool Tian Xi, who had been passed out until now, finally stirred at the commotion.

Not recognizing me, he put on a lecherous grin and started stumbling toward me, his stubby fingers reaching out as if groping the air.

Combined with his pudgy belly and that sleazy expression, he radiated an aura of pure creepiness that sent a shudder up my spine.

“Stop him! Now!”

I barely had time to shout before my guys instinctively lunged forward, trying to restrain him.

“Muda! Muda! Muda!”

But somehow, this fatass had insane agility for someone his size. Shouting bizarre catchphrases, he launched himself into the air with surprising speed, soaring straight at me like a human missile.

With his build, that wasn’t just an attack—it was practically a bomb.

Would I even survive getting crushed under all that weight in my current form?!

And then—

A blinding white light, accompanied by a burst of twinkling golden stars, exploded midair around Tian Xi.

“No freaking way…”

That was the same transformation effect that had turned me into a woman earlier!

Instead of getting flattened by a flying sumo wrestler, what crashed into me was—

A soft, overwhelming sensation.

Even through my leather jacket, I could feel it—unmistakable, impossible-to-ignore softness pressing into me. It only took a second for me to realize what was happening.

A massive pair of breasts.

Wait—why am I comparing them to mine?!

Tian Xi had transformed. And since he’d been fat before, now he was…

A bombshell.

Even without knowing much about cup sizes, I could tell these were at least legendary-tier—somewhere in the realm of a 36D.

Oh, and one more tiny little problem—

He had been shirtless when he transformed.

If I weren’t holding him right now, shielding his critical areas from view, this story would have been immediately flagged as “18+ restricted content.”

“Awooooooo!!”

A chorus of wolf-like howls erupted in the room. It felt like an impromptu festival had broken out.

“EVERYONE, GET OUT! Lü Le, grab Tian Xi’s clothes—NOW!”

I had to stop this situation from spiraling further out of control.

If these idiots actually turned into a pack of wild animals, I wouldn’t just be protecting Tian Xi—I’d be the other piece of fresh meat on the menu. And I wasn’t even sure how well I could fight in this body.

“Oh! On it!”

“Boss is totally keeping those for himself!”
“Yuri supremacy! Too bad they can’t have kids!”
“Technically, isn’t this still just gay?”
“Wait… is this karma thing contagious?”
“Tian Xi was a pig just ten minutes ago, and now he’s a total babe. What kind of karma is this supposed to be?!”

At least these idiots still listened. Despite their complaints, they shuffled out the door one by one—though most of them left with a rather awkward posture.

Not that I could blame them. No straight man could remain unaffected after witnessing a full-powered 36D titanic impact.

“My sweet little beauty~ Big bro’s gonna give you a smooch~”

Meanwhile, the completely oblivious Tian Xi—now a busty airhead—was still in my arms, slurring out drunken nonsense.

One of his hands even had the audacity to grope my chest as he puckered up, trying to plant a kiss on me.

I was only holding you to cover you up, you moron!

Lü Le quickly tossed me his oversized leather jacket before retreating from the room with the rest, also bending slightly forward as he left.

Tch, perverts.

Thankfully, since Tian Xi had been huge before, his jacket was big enough to fully wrap around his new, ridiculously curvy upper body.

I fumbled, struggling to get him into the jacket as quickly as possible.

Finally, I zipped it up, securing his arms inside as well—because let’s be real, no matter how much I’d adapted to my own transformation, even I wasn’t immune to the hypnotic sway of those things.

And seriously, how the hell did he get this wasted after a single beer?! Was he some kind of comedy relief character?

I let out a deep sigh before calling out to the others, “Alright, everything’s fine now. You all come back in.”

Now, it was time to figure out…

Where the hell do we go from here?

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