"Huh?" I doubted my ears.

Sitting before his easel, paintbrush in hand, Yan Liuzhuan explained matter-of-factly.

"Miss Lingmeng, please don’t misunderstand. I have no improper intentions. I merely wish to capture the most perfect version of you, and for that, the clothes you’re wearing are unnecessary."

"You’ve got to be kidding me! Don’t push your luck!"

Does this guy have no common sense? Who asks someone to strip right off the bat?

"I’m begging you!"

"Even if you change your tone to sound all sincere, it's still a no!"

He let out a resigned sigh, as if deeply troubled.

"You’re really difficult… fine, just take off the top half, then."

"And why are you acting like that's some kind of compromise? No way!"

To be fair, as a guy, going shirtless wouldn’t normally be a big deal… but my current identity was Chang Lingmeng, Chang Kai’s little sister. The moment I undressed, I’d be exposed!

Frustrated, I plopped down onto the floor, crossed my legs, and glared at him.

"Taking my clothes off is absolutely out of the question. I’m sitting right here. Draw me like this or don’t draw me at all."

I wasn’t leaving either—after all, I still had my eyes set on Rinka’s promised secret base. If I just walked away now, my trip today would’ve been a complete waste!

Yan Liuzhuan rested his chin on his hand, seemingly contemplating something. Then, as if he’d suddenly come up with an idea, he stood up and hurried downstairs.

"Wait here, I’ll be right back."

A few minutes later, Rinka peeked up from the staircase. "Kai-chan? What happened?"

"Did he go find you to persuade me?"

"Nah, he just ran out in a rush. I had no idea what was going on, so I came up to check."

"He actually told me to strip and model nude!"

I dramatically slapped the white cloth beneath me, as if I had suffered the greatest injustice.

"Pfft—" The cross-dressing beauty let out a snort, covering his mouth as if barely holding back laughter. "That is very much like him. But don’t worry, if you’re unwilling, he’d never force you. That’s just how he is."

"And you’re laughing?! What’s so funny about this!?"

I shot up, clenched my fist, and pretended to aim for Rinka’s head.

"Okay, okay, I won’t laugh… pfft, nude model."

I rolled my eyes at him. He was clearly confident I wouldn’t actually hit him, because he just kept chuckling.

"But what did he run out for—ah, ow ow ow!"

As I sat back down, something hard jabbed into my backside, sending a sharp pain through me.

"Kai-chan, why are you crying?"

Seeing me wince in pain and wriggle on the white cloth like a distressed caterpillar, Rinka looked concerned.

"Rinka~ I think my butt just split into two!"

"Kai-chan, calm down. Everyone’s butt is already split in two."

I reached into my pocket and finally realized the culprit—a moonstone I had brought along.

"So it was this damn thing… that hurt like hell."

I pulled out a small moonstone and handed it to Rinka.

Since I had bought a batch of lower-grade ones for cheap, this stone was far less refined than the one I’d given to Old Feng. The one I randomly grabbed was only about the size of a jellybean, glowing with a dim grayish-white light—looking considerably less valuable.

"Huh, it’s actually kinda pretty. Did you find this somewhere? Like by the riverside highway?"

Watching him toy with the moonstone, an idea began forming in my mind.

After all, I’d already been considering turning Rinka into a girl. Maybe it was time to use the "Church of Bishoujo" recruitment speech.

I’d done some research before—people like Rinka likely had gender identity disorder. They couldn’t identify with their assigned sex and often felt discomfort or distress because of it. That’s why he cross-dressed, did makeup, and tried to live as a girl, even planning a major surgery in Thailand after high school.

Without a doubt, that was a form of suffering.

And as the God of Bishoujo (Apprentice) and the wielder of the Bishoujo Notebook, wasn’t it my duty to save him?

As I was having these thoughts, I suddenly felt a cold sensation down my back.

It was the Notebook!

It had teleported from my desk at home!

Had it sensed my determination and rushed over to help? Talk about perfect timing!

At this moment, we were no longer just examiner and apprentice—we were comrades-in-arms, bound by the same mission!

"It wasn’t just some random find," I said, keeping a straight face. "A girl I know gave it to me. She calls herself an emissary of the ‘God of Bishoujo’."

Rinka gasped dramatically. "Wait, Kai-chan actually knows a girl?"

That’s what you’re questioning?! Is it so strange for me to know a girl?!

"She told me this was a sacred token of the God of Bishoujo. Those chosen to bear it would receive their divine blessing."

I kept my tone serious, but Rinka just frowned at the moonstone, clearly skeptical.

"Kai-chan, don’t get roped into some shady cult, okay? Lately, there have been scam rings disguising themselves as religions. I’d be careful about any random religions, even if it’s you."

…Yeah, that’s the expected response, huh?

After all, he was one of our school’s top students—he wasn’t about to fall for some ridiculous pitch. But as they say, seeing is believing. Once he actually became a beautiful girl, he wouldn’t have much choice but to believe.

"Relax, I’m not an idiot. It’s not like I’d just join a cult that easily."

I got up while rubbing my sore butt—ah, I’d been sitting too long, now my legs were numb.

"I’m gonna hit the restroom and check on my wounds."

There was also a bathroom on the attic level, likely to avoid the inconvenience of running up and down the stairs. And with Rinka currently distracted with the moonstone, now was my best time to act.

I flipped open the black, A4-sized Bishoujo Notebook.

Holder: Chang Kai (Marker Pen)
Hallelujah (Marker Pen)
Tangerine (Pencil)
—
Lei Kelie (Gold Marker Pen)
Tian Xi (Pencil)
Feng Jingsheng (Pencil)

A single erased name—Zhao Zhao—sat between them, but the notebook’s divine power had removed all traces, leaving no evidence behind.
Now that I had made my decision, I carefully wrote down Tan Rinka in the final row.

From outside the restroom, a sudden gasp echoed—

"EEEEK!"

Hiding the notebook behind me, I rushed out, feigning concern, only to meet Rinka’s wide-eyed gaze.

Her expression was filled with disbelief… and pure joy.

Physically, there weren’t many changes—her face looked softer, her frame had slimmed down a little.

Since she had already been wearing a bra, there wasn’t much visible difference there, but judging from how it failed to hold anything up… ah, tragically flat-chested.

After all, she had already been incredibly pretty. Unlike the complete overhauls Zhao Zhao, Tian Xi, and Old Feng had undergone, Rinka’s transformation felt more like an optimization—like a bug-fixing update to smooth out the inconsistencies.

Sure, we patched the "girls-have-a-little-teapot" bug… but we didn’t fix the "girls-have-no-boobs" one.

"What’s wrong?" I asked, still pretending to be clueless.

"Kai-chan, I… uhh…uuu…"

She had been holding back, but the moment she opened her mouth, she completely broke down.

Huge tears welled up and spilled over, streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably.

She was crying—yet smiling.

"I… I’ve really become a real girl!"