His face tilted up his palm slapped against his forehead and a laugh burst out wild and cracked carrying into the sky.
"So that's it! That's it! I don't have a choice!"
He raised his arm high his finger stabbing at the sky like he was demanding the heavens answer his voice blasting out like some cheesy novel protagonist shouting his ultimate move.
"I choose… to be a GIRL!"
He dragged the word out long, his body shaking, his other arm throwing wide to the side, his legs spreading like he was standing on top of a mountain peak shouting to the whole world
"TRANSFOOOOORM!"
The forest went still. Not even a bird moved. Not even the wind dared to blow.
A single leaf broke free from the branches above.
It floated down lazy, twisting left, twisting right.
Slow, too slow, so slow he felt every second of it.
Then—plop.
It landed flat on his face.
He stood there frozen, arm still raised, finger pointing at the sky like an idiot.
Silent. Nothing.
The whole world just ignored him.
Then the screen blinked.
[For god's sake, Host… how many times do I have to tell you?]
[You don't scream it out like some chuuni novel brat.]
[You just think it inside your head.]
[Is that REALLY so hard?!]
The words flickered sharp on the screen, like the System itself was grinding its teeth.
Liu Yang's finger dropped limp, his face cracked. His lips trembled.
"…You could've told me BEFORE I embarrassed myself in front of the whole damn world…"
[World? Really?]
[You're in a forest. Alone. With some stupid bit—]
The line glitched, cut off.
[BZZZT. CENSORED.]
The System screen froze for a moment. Then blinked again.
[Calm down. Calm down.]
It was like the System took a long breath, counted to ten, pressing its head on a desk somewhere.
Then more words came, slower, sharp.
[My dear Host. I literally told you. The FIRST TIME. During Demonic Overdrive.]
The System screen flashed once. Then again. Pause. Then again.
[Is it really… really so hard to remember?]
[Oh, my hopeless Host…]
Liu Yang's face twitched. He could almost feel the System rolling its eyes at him, like it was done with his stupidity but forced to keep babysitting anyway.
Liu Yang threw both hands up, waving fast.
"Okay, okay, chill, chill! Damn, you're scarier than the Demon Hunters…"
He slapped his chest once, nodding quick.
"Alright, alright… I'll do it your way. No yelling. No posing. Just inside my head."
He shut his eyes tight, his face scrunched up like he was constipated.
"[Charm Morph]… Female version…"
At first nothing happened. The forest was still, quiet, like nothing was going to change.
Then—CRACK!
Then his body cracked all at once. Bones twisted. Shoulders pulled in. Arms shrank smaller while his legs stretched long and thin. His hips snapped wider with a sound that almost dropped him to the ground.
His chest swelled hard, like something was filling inside him. With a heavy puff, two soft mounds popped out under his shirt, round and heavy. His eyes went wide like they were about to fall out. His mouth opened—
"W-what the fuck—?!" Liu Yang's eyes shot wide, his mouth trembling as he watched his own chest inflate like someone was pumping air inside a balloon.
His hair spilled down, long black strands sliding over his back, brushing his arms. His face burned, pulling in weird ways—nose smaller, lips fuller, cheekbones sharp.
"Wait wait wait—stop stop stop—!" He flailed his hands, but his voice cracked halfway, pitching higher.
Everything felt wrong to him and Strange.
He raised both hands quick, grabbing his chest like it might fall off him. His knees wobbled, almost giving out. He leaned against a tree, breathing fast, his head shaking side to side like maybe he could shake the change away.
But it stayed.
He stared at himself, clutching, fingers sinking into softness. His chest felt warm, full, round under his grip. His eyes trembled.
"What the fuck… what the fuuuuuuck…"
The words broke out of him in that strange new voice. Not his voice, but a girl's. High. Shaky. The last word squeaked so sharp it stabbed his ears.
His fingers pressed deeper, squeezing both soft melons at once.
His palms grabbed tight on his chest and his whole body shivered like he had touched fire.
It was soft, too soft, like his hands were sinking inside something warm that didn't belong to him.
His fingers pressed in, slow at first, then harder, and the more he pressed the more strange it felt, like sparks running up his arm and crawling down his back and the lower and lower until it burned between his legs.
His knees bent on their own. His breath jumped out of his mouth hot and fast, his lips trembling, his jaw shaking.
He wanted to let go but his hands were locked like they didn't listen to him anymore. His head dropped down, his hair falling in front of his face, hiding his red cheeks but not the sound that broke out.
It was not a word. It was not a shout. It was a moan.
"Ahhh—"
He froze at once, his eyes going wide, his throat tight. "W-wait… did I just moan?!"
The sound had slipped out too fast, and it echoed between the trees like it wanted to shame him forever.
His face burned hotter, his lips twitching, but his hands still held tight on his chest. He pulled them off once, his arms shaking, but then they came back again, grabbing even harder like they had betrayed him.
Soft. Warm. Heavy. His palms pressed deep, his fingers sinking, squeezing tighter and tighter until his whole body felt weak.
The harder he grabbed, the louder his breath spilled out, broken, shaking, close to another moan.
"Ahhh—"
His back pulled tight, his shoulders stiff, his chest rising sharp like he couldn't breathe right.
His legs shook, his boots sliding in the dirt, his knees giving way until he dropped down flat, both knees hitting the ground with a dull thud.
"Stop! Stop squeezing! Let go! For god's sake, let go!," he muttered, but his voice was thin, his face red, his mouth open wide.
His head hung low, and still his hands didn't stop. His palms crushed the softness again, again, and the sound slipped out of him once more.
"Aahhh—ahhh—!"
He shook his head fast, his hair flying, his teeth grinding like he wanted to chew his own tongue off. "No no no no no, this isn't me, I'm not this, I'm not—fuck—why does it feel… so soft… so good…"
His words fell apart, breaking between gasps. His body leaned forward, his face almost falling into the dirt, but his hands stayed high, clutching tight, pressing harder like they belonged to someone else.