Rinka ran into the bathroom crying, but when she emerged again, her face was still adorned with a blissful smile, though no more tears fell.

That was fast. I thought she'd stay emotional a little longer.

"Kai-chan, thank you so much!"

Saying this, she suddenly leaped at me. Instinctively, I reached out to catch her, and she wrapped her arms around my neck…

It should have been a picture-perfect moment, yet unable to withstand the impact, I ended up falling flat onto the ground.

Reminder:
There was more than one moonstone in my back pocket.

And now, add Rinka’s weight to the equation.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"IT HURTS! IT'S SPLITTING! This time, it’s really splitting! My butt is going to be split into four!"

And with Rinka sprawled on top of me, I couldn’t even soothe the pain!

The culprit using me as a human cushion showed absolutely no remorse.

"Tsk, Kai-chan, you’re really weak, huh? Girls don’t like unreliable guys, you know?"

She even had the audacity to pull a disgusted face. Unbelievable!

"How the hell was I supposed to brace myself for a full-force flying tackle!?"

She propped herself up on my chest, straddling my stomach, and from the way her light-blue dress had flipped up, I caught a glimpse of her fair-skinned thighs…

Wait—this position—

Wasn’t this a bit too dangerous? A girl rubbing her butt against my stomach… Some parts were about to go into battle mode.

This was dangerous in every possible way.

"Get off me. There's a difference between men and women now."

I pushed Rinka off as casually as I could, pretending it didn’t bother me, even though I could feel my face heating up.

"Hehe, Kai-chan, you totally knew what those stones did from the start, didn’t you? Does that mean you also—"

The black-haired girl sneakily glanced toward my crotch.

"N-NO, NO, NO! I am one hundred percent male! These stones don’t work on me. I wasn’t chosen by the God of Bishoujo, which is precisely why I can give them to those who truly need them."

I am the God of Bishoujo. Being "chosen" would be absurd.

"So, Kai-chan, you thought I was someone who needed it?"

"You could say that. How does it feel being a girl now?"

Rinka’s physical transformation was minimal, and according to Master Halliluya, her personality shouldn't have changed much either.
But something about her felt different.

"At first, I was overjoyed! But now, I feel surprisingly calm—like this was how I was meant to be. Who would’ve thought there was a mysterious religion capable of actually changing someone’s gender? Kai-chan, are you a follower of this religion too?"

"No way! I wasn’t even chosen. According to that girl who called herself an emissary, the God she worships doesn’t care about having followers—her only goal is to save the unfortunate. That’s why she left these divine stones."

Saying all this in stead of Xiao Lei felt a bit off…

"Then am I basically an elder if I enter the religion now?"

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed from the staircase. Yan Liuzhuan appeared, carrying a paper bag, panting heavily, his uniform soaked—he looked like he had just climbed out of a lake.

The moment he reached the attic floor, he collapsed face-first onto the ground, gasping for breath like he was on the verge of death.

"Liu—Liu—"

Ignoring the fact that he was covered in sweat, Rinka rushed over to help him up.

But Yan Liuzhuan weakly lifted the paper bag and tremblingly handed it to me…

"Miss Lingmeng… if you wear this while I paint, will that be acceptable?"

"Huh? What is it?"

Opening the bag, I found another plastic wrapper inside, containing some white fabric…

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a bikini.

Wearing this would allow for near full nudity while keeping only the most crucial areas covered… A clever loophole by Yan Liuzhuan.

If I were actually a girl.

"So? What do you think?"

Smack!

I slammed the plastic bag right into Yan Liuzhuan’s face.

"What do I think, you ask?! Who the hell is wearing this nonsense?!"

"I'll wear it!"
Rinka shot up, raising both hands excitedly.
"Liuliu! Now that I’m really a girl, I can be your model!"

"Now that you’re a girl?"
Yan Liuzhuan, still unaware of the situation, blinked at her in confusion.
"It has been a while since I last saw you… you do look softer than before."

"Actually, I’ve become a real girl now!"

At her words, Yan Liuzhuan sat up and, without hesitation, lifted the hem of Rinka’s skirt…

Little bear—she was wearing little bear panties!

Wait—WHY was this guy so naturally doing something so completely inappropriate?!

"And? How is it?"

Rinka even blushed as she asked for his opinion.

"You really went all the way, huh…"
Yan Liuzhuan rubbed his chin, deep in thought.
"When did you get the surgery? Has Thailand’s medical industry advanced this much?"

"This is authentic, okay?! It’s a divine blessing! Keep your hands to yourself!"

Seeing that Yan Liuzhuan was still about to reach out, I yanked him away and pulled Rinka’s skirt back down.

"You, too! Stop casually letting people lift your skirt!"

"Authentic?"

"Thanks to God's blessing, she is now one hundred percent an authentic girl! I actually know this girl who calls herself an emissary of the God of Bishoujo (insert lengthy explanation here)..."

I repeated the whole "God of Bishoujo" speech yet again to Yan Liuzhuan. I’d said it so many times now that I was starting to believe it myself.

"That’s the gist of it. Whether you believe it or not is up to you. But the fact that Rinka is a girl now is undeniable."

"Something so absurd actually exists in this world… If this 'religion' only has a single emissary, then isn’t it possible she herself is actually the Goddess in disguise? Miss Lingmeng, how exactly did you meet her? And how did you acquire these stones? Could you tell me in detail?"

"None of that matters! What does matter is that Rinka becoming a girl is a good thing, right?"

"LiuLiu, now that I’m a real girl, can I finally be your model?"

"Let me take a look." Yan Liuzhuan's voice dropped to Jie-ge¹ levels.

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze darting between me and Rinka, nodding to himself…

That gaze…

It was the same one he had, staring at people like statues, analyzing them like a sculptor.

"...Mmm, Rinka’s facial structure has softened. It seems the God’s blessing really did enhance her features."

At his words, Rinka’s face lit up with joy.

But the next moment—

"Still, compared to Miss Lingmeng, who resembles a manifestation of Aphrodite herself, there’s quite a gap."

A manifestation of Aphrodite?!

This classic bait-and-switch left Rinka’s expression as cold as an ice cellar.

She even started glaring at me.

"But he’s a man?! That doesn’t bother you?"

Rinka, now sulking, just outed me on the spot.

"Hey!"

I couldn't help but snap at her, feeling a twinge of frustration.

Something had definitely changed about Rinka. The old her would never have done something like this.

Meanwhile, Yan Liuzhuan simply stared at me, mouth slightly open, too stunned to speak—as if his brain had short-circuited trying to process this information.

Seriously? He accepted Rinka’s sudden gender transformation just fine, but the fact that I'm a guy was somehow this shocking?!

"Miss Lingmeng… is that true?"

Since things had already gotten to this point, I figured I might as well just embrace the chaos. I yanked my bangs down, formed a circle with my index fingers and thumbs, and placed them over my eyes.

"Remember me now, Yan Liuzhuan?"

He stared at my makeshift finger-glasses for a moment, deep in thought.

"Chang Kai?"

"Bingo… I might've misjudged you," I muttered, directing the last part at Rinka.

Her selfish behavior was completely unlike the considerate, thoughtful person she used to be. This was not the image I had of her in my mind.

"Sorry, Kai-chan… I lost control for a moment."

Even though she apologized, my mood wasn’t exactly improving.

I sighed and turned to Yan Liuzhuan.

"So now that you know who I am, what next? If you’re not going to draw me, I’ll just leave."

"I will draw you! Your gender doesn’t matter! Your beauty is the epitome of feminine elegance. Even if you’re a man, you’re still my ideal model."

He was still going through with it?!

At this, Rinka snapped.

"Why?! Even now, you still won't choose me?!"

…That sounded way too much like a romantic confession.

Wait—did her feelings for Yan Liuzhuan resurface after she became a girl?

And now that he had chosen me (as his model), she saw me as her romantic rival?

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense.

What the hell?! I didn’t even do anything! Why was I suddenly being hated for no reason?!

And why was I, a fully grown man, being treated as someone’s romantic competition?!

"Rinka, actually, that stone…" I ran a hand through my hair, smoothing out the mess I had made earlier.

"The transformation is only temporary."

If this version of Rinka was an overly jealous drama queen, then maybe it was best to turn her back and retrain her from scratch.

"It’ll wear off by midnight."