I inherited my sister's wealthy destiny, but I ended up as a woman in a remote village.

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The family business suffered losses again, and the value of our bond investments plummeted, bringing us close to bankruptcy.
My dad even stopped smoking his favorite cigarettes. When I suddenly came home this time, I saw that my mom was cooking the most ordinary kind of food.
My career, which I had initially planned to build my own life without relying on my family, has become a complete mess. The work pressure
led to depression, and I contemplated suicide several times. Fortunately, my family discovered something was wrong and
pulled me back before I could hang myself.

My dad has always been an atheist, but these past few days, my money-grubbing mom has started praying to gods and Buddhas,
but it's been completely useless. My dad scolded her for days because of this, but in the end, he made a
phone to an old classmate he hadn't contacted in a long time. The two had fallen out over their beliefs
and hadn't been in contact for almost thirty years, but after my dad explained our family's dire situation to him, the classmate still helped find
an elderly gentleman to come to our house.

The old man came to our house and paced back and forth for a long time. Finally, he pointed at me and said, "Your son's fate only extends to
this year. His luck and destiny for next year are already gone. Although you saved him once, he still
won't next year." My father's face turned pale. Then the old man continued, "Not only that, your family
's fortune and wealth have also run out. From now on, you will only have bad luck. The divination indicates that you will die in poverty."

"What does 'run out' mean?" my mother hurriedly asked the old man .

"Does 'run out' mean that your destined fortune and wealth are already fixed? The good luck you are destined to receive is
limited, and even benefactors can't help you..."

Before she could finish, my mother started sobbing. Even a charlatan fortune teller might say
a few kind words, but this old man just kept shaking his head and didn't say a single good word.

"Is there really no way?" my father said.

"No, the male descendants of your family have reached the end of their lifespan. It's a pity your family had a daughter who died young, otherwise she
would have been destined for wealth and honor, and your family would have been elevated, certainly much more prosperous than it is now."

...

After the old man left, I pressed him for answers, and it turned out that there was supposed to be an older sister in the family, but due to the one-child
policy , she had an abortion. Just when I thought the fortune-telling
was over, the next day my mother invited a shaman from my maternal grandmother's side of the family.
A came with her. She told me that this shaman had foreseen the auspiciousness of this marriage, which is why my mother married
my father, who was quite wealthy at the time.

The shaman gave our family a crooked method: she could summon the remnant
soul of my deceased sister, making me completely abandon everything I possess as a male. From then on, I would
live , but I would have to willingly merge completely with this remnant soul, both physically and mentally
. Moreover, this remnant spirit harbored some resentment, so I, now a woman, had to get married to
fulfill her wish.

My father was utterly shocked. However, the sorceress then said that by doing so, I could live the full lifespan my sister
was destined , and even share some of her abundant fortune and wealth with my current family.
Immediately, my money-grubbing mother nodded repeatedly, her eyes shining like a chicken pecking at rice. My father had initially been strongly opposed,
but strangely enough, just after the sorceress pressed my head and "summoned" my sister's remnant spirit, a business partner my father hadn't
contacted called and placed a large order. My father knew things
shouldn't continue like this, but the large order he had just received made it impossible for him to stop the sorceress.

As for me? Actually, no one knew that I had secretly read some
gender-swap stories about becoming a woman. I didn't feel much resistance, but hearing that I was to be married off to someone else made my imagination run wild. Thinking about
serving my future in-laws and being someone else's good daughter-in-law, I couldn't help but blush inexplicably.

The sorceress said that the small wisp of remnant soul that had been placed on me was just the beginning, but I couldn't bear too much at once.
She had stored the remaining remnant soul in a necklace she had brought, and I had to wear it all the time until after
my marriage .

Hearing that even a small wisp of remnant soul had improved things at home, my father had no
reason to object, and my mother even helped me put on the necklace herself. I felt a strange sensation in my body, but
I couldn't quite put it.

Chapter 1:

To help my sister's soul merge into my body as quickly as possible, my mother arranged for me to go to a beauty salon that specialized in serving
transgender for feminization hypnosis and to learn how to do makeup and dress. At the same time, in
preparation for the gender reassignment surgery, the beauty salon had me start taking some estrogen-based medications.

More than a month later, although my facial contours hadn't changed much, I looked more feminine in the mirror
, with a more feminine air. My skin had also become smoother and more delicate, making me look like a
girl with very short hair.

The next day, Mom helped me put on a cheongsam and high heels, and a wig. Then Dad took me to a
small banquet. Many of his friends, whom he hadn't contacted in a long time, attended, mostly
doctors . These were the first high-society guests to congratulate my family on returning to the upper class. Dad
looked radiant and energetic, proving that all the changes I'd made were meaningful.
Because we'd been informed beforehand, everyone knew that Old Li's son had become a daughter. Many of the attendees
were highly educated medical elites, and they showed no aversion to this; instead, they congratulated me on my
newfound life.

Dad did almost all the talking, while I simply followed Mom's instructions, elegantly
walking around in my cheongsam to toast the uncles. After a long discussion, we finalized that I would go to Uncle Gao's
private for more advanced feminization treatment.

A few days later, I took a taxi to this "Uncle Gao's" private clinic, wearing a long dress.
Although ," he was ten years younger than my dad. However, since he and my dad had already become friends, I could only call him
"Uncle." Inside, his personal assistant led me to the examination room. A nurse helped me take off my dress, and
shortly after , he came in. I immediately became very embarrassed, covering my genitals, my face burning.
Under the influence of hormones over the past month, my muscles had atrophied considerably, and now I felt as frail as a girl's body.

Fortunately, he said he had seen many cases like this and asked me to open my arms for him to examine me. The nurse noticed my embarrassment.
He gently pulled my hand away.

"Haha, Uncle used to hold you and help you pee when you were little. I didn't expect you to still
look exactly the same ."

Yes, my penis is still soft and small due to hormones,
the size of a newborn baby.

"Those days are really nostalgic. I didn't position myself properly and got your Uncle Wang's pants all
wet ." After saying that, Uncle Gao and the nurse next to him burst into laughter.

But my face immediately turned bright red, because at that moment, what flashed through my mind was a cross-dressing
novel I had read before: in it, a bankrupt father made his son dress up as a woman to serve his old friend in exchange for financial
support. The most exciting scene in the novel was Uncle Wang, the father's friend, grinning maliciously as he held this "niece"
like , watching her pee on the grass with her face flushed red.

Uncle Gao, of course, had no idea what I was thinking at that moment, and quickly finished the examination.

"The hormone treatment is working quite well; in a few more months, I can get married." Uncle Gao finished speaking and
handed the report to the nurse, who then took over my admission procedures. Hearing about getting married made my face turn even redder.

The next day, my mother came to sign the consent form for my surgery. Uncle Gao modified my Adam's apple, and
when my voice was female. A few days later, my testicles were removed, leaving me feeling
empty between my legs. Afterward, I underwent full-body hair removal, skin whitening, and minor cosmetic procedures.

My father, with his extraordinary abilities, canceled my original identity document and obtained
a . In this country, money truly is everything.

The next day, while I was still pondering whether all of this was worthwhile, my mother happily placed an admission
notice on my hospital bed.

Indeed, I had previously told my mother that I didn't want to find a boyfriend in the workplace, but unexpectedly, she
simply changed my age to be younger and let me go back to university, making it easier for me to find a boy I liked.

Then my mom gave me a doctor's diagnosis of Müllerian duct inertia syndrome. The certificate stated that I was raised as a boy
from childhood , and later it was discovered that I had a set of female reproductive organs inside me (though
I don't actually have them yet). I'm currently receiving estrogen therapy, and once my penis is removed and a vaginal opening
is reconstructed, I can give birth normally.

Simply put, my current identity is that of an intersex person with underdeveloped testicles since childhood, who has just undergone
orchiectomy and can openly date men because this certificate states I am
capable .

Chapter Two:

In the two weeks following my testicle removal, my dad's business orders kept coming in, and the company's profits
soared. At this point, even if I wanted to regret it, there was nothing I could do. Watching my dad, beaming, smoking the most expensive
cigarettes , I felt that all the discomfort I had endured in the past ten days after the surgery was worthwhile.

Because my penis hadn't been removed, the school couldn't arrange for me to live in either a boys' or girls' dormitory,
so I had to rent an apartment outside.

Returning to university after many years, everything felt familiar, yet things had changed. I spent the afternoon
in , preparing for classes the next day

. Little did I know that shortly after starting university, someone had obtained my information through the student union. On the fifth day
after class, when I returned to my apartment, three boys were already hiding in the hallway. As soon as I opened the door, they rushed into my
room, where I lived alone.

"Hey pretty, we're from the Spring Dream Society. Want to join us?" Good heavens!

The Spring Dream Society! I knew about this club years ago when I was in school. They
secretly organized a group of dozens of people on campus, specifically targeting female students to work as prostitutes. They were
infamous . I never imagined this organization would still exist today. A few years ago, before I even graduated, I saw
one of their prostitutes. People were constantly speculating about her identity, pointing and whispering
everywhere still walked right up to the leaders of the Spring Dream Society, confirming
the rumors that she was a prostitute. Everyone said she was completely controlled by the head of the Spring Dream Society and couldn't break free until graduation
.

"I heard you used to be a boy, so you've read all those pornographic movies and books."

As he spoke, one boy stuffed a piece of cloth into my mouth and held my hands down. Another boy pulled down
my underwear through my skirt and lifted it up,
exposing my small, white mushroom-like penis between my two fair and sexy thighs to everyone. A third boy, who had somehow put on medical gloves, applied some green lubricant
and inserted his fingers into my body, stirring them around.

"The reason our Spring Dream Society has grown so big is because every girl we recruit
experiences a complete orgasm. More importantly, we inject you with a long-lasting aphrodisiac
that kicks in every two weeks, until you completely accept your identity and succumb to the degrading pleasure of being a school prostitute
."

Before I could think, the three of them dragged me to a barbecue stall. Only
then did they remove the gag from my mouth. There were already three girls and seven or eight boys at two tables.
I knew this stall very well; I used to come here often with my roommates when I was a student. I never
imagined I'd be a hostess there to entertain them. Sitting in the same place but playing
completely different roles, the stark contrast made me feel like I was in another world.

According to the club rules, the girls were supposed to keep pouring drinks for the boys. My previous experience with feminized
hypnosis at the beauty salon also made me feel I should do this. Before I'd even finished one round of drinks, the boy next to me put his hand under my
skirt, touching my clitoris like a girl's, playing with it with unusual skill for a few minutes before pulling it out and
joining in a drinking game. It seemed like this wasn't the first time they'd done this. Then, the girl sitting next to me was also touched by another
boy , but she seemed unaffected and continued eating. My rational mind told me I should
scream for help, but surprisingly, I didn't feel much aversion to being touched by men.

Another thing was that, as a man, I'd always had a strong voyeuristic desire to observe school prostitutes, but I'd never had
the chance to observe them up close. Now that I was here, I really wanted to stay and see what this kind of school prostitute gathering was all about.

Next, the big guy to the right of the girl next to me who had been touched challenged her to a drinking game, and she lost after a few rounds.
The boy took out a disposable cup, filled it with beer, and held it under the table. I looked down and vaguely saw him stick his
penis into the beer and stir it. Then he put it back on the table, and the girl tilted her head
back and swallowed it all in one gulp.

I didn't participate in the drinking games because I didn't know how to shout "drinking fist
. "
After drinking for a while, they even encouraged the beer girls at the food stall to drink their "special beer." Of course, the beer girl didn't fall for it. And I recognized this beer girl. Luckily, she didn't recognize me. When I came back from the restroom, I overheard their
conversation . They said that the three men who carried me to the food stall were sent by the boss to specifically train me.
To hear more secrets, I soon made an excuse to run back to the restroom. I circled around a couple of times and hid in a dark
corner eavesdrop, preparing to escape from there later.

Through their conversation, I learned that the Spring Dream Society used me as a special selling point, catering specifically to boys who liked
cross-dressing.

Then, from my angle, I saw the prettiest long-legged girl in the audience take off her slippers
and put her feet on the crotch of the boy opposite her. Her toes were teasing his penis with unusual agility.
For a moment, I forgot all about escaping from this corner.

"Well, you bitch, you want to run away, huh?"

The strongest of the three men in charge of disciplining me, Ah Biao, had somehow appeared behind me.
I was quickly gagged and dragged back to my apartment. I didn't know that the beer I had drunk earlier had been laced with an aphrodisiac. As soon as I was dragged
back I was completely powerless and given an enema. After being cleaned, they injected a drug into my body. My mind
was hazy. I don't know how much time passed before two men came out with the girl who had been drinking earlier and entered my
apartment .

"Alright, Mei, you start teaching her her first lesson."

The girl I later called Sister Mei kissed me. Knowing I'd always been a boy,
she didn't refuse. After a while, she pulled my hand to her breasts, and she touched my slightly developed
, girlish breasts. Then, the shortest of the three boys, A-An, lay on the ground. Mei started
rubbing A-An's crotch through his pants with her feet, then pulled my feet over and placed them together. A strange feeling
returned . The previous feminization hypnosis hadn't taught me anything like this. Giving a boy footjob from a superior
female perspective felt like unlocking a barrier in my heart, especially since I'd just transitioned into a girl.

Mei then knelt down and unzipped A-An's pants. Her soft, feminine fingers grasped my feet
and began teaching me how to make him feel good. Then she moved a stool and sat opposite me. The two women
rubbed A-An's penis with all four feet. Actually, Mei did most of the movement, but just as A-An was about to ejaculate, she pulled
her feet out, and a large amount of white semen sprayed onto my feet. After that, I couldn't remember anything clearly;
my mind was hazy. When I woke up, it was the next day.

Chapter Three

: When I woke up, my bed was littered with a large number of Polaroid photos. They showed me performing various lewd
acts: licking my lips while wiping semen all over my face; giving a man a footjob with a seductive expression
; and sitting on a man while being penetrated, while simultaneously caressing two other men. I knew
things were going badly. Just then, Sister Mei came in with a bottle of drink.

"You've already figured it out, haven't you? We've all been through this. You've already stepped on a club member's penis,
so you'll be a school prostitute just like us from now on. Otherwise, your wanton appearance last night, giving a man a footjob, would be
all , and you wouldn't be able to get married."

"But..."

"You've already given a man a footjob; do you still think you're not a woman?"

She said, handing me the drink.

"This is a specially made American nutrient solution. If you drink it for a few days, you won't be able to eat anything. Even if you force
yourself to eat you'll vomit. You can only continue drinking this nutrient solution to replenish your nutrition. This way, you can use your back door
to serve men anytime. Over the next few days, I'll teach you how to be a woman, to gradually make you more feminine."

Sister Mei began teaching me how to subtly expose my shoulders—little tricks I used to consider slutty.
Before I'd even finished teaching for two hours, two more men knocked on the door. Sister Mei opened it for them, saying
they to use a series of pleasures to make me completely submissive and emotionally dependent on men.

But my memory started to fade after those two men entered; it was all hazy and confused.
This state lasted for more than half a month.

If anyone opens all the videotapes of me from that half month, they can see that I went from reluctantly climbing onto the men after
they applied the drugs to me, to obediently
bringing my face to suck whenever a penis was flicked at me, and then lifting my skirt to expose my vulva whenever a man patted my butt. In Sister Mei's
words , I was completely tamed by the aphrodisiac drugs in those half a month and became one of them.

After I was completely tamed, Boss Mi of the Spring Dream Society began to turn me into their money-making tool. Sister Mei gave
me a dashing male makeover and dressed me in men's clothes, allowing me to walk openly into the boys' dormitory.
Then Boss Mi began to remotely control me. As soon as I entered, I was taken to the designated dormitory. I took out
women's clothes from my backpack, and within minutes, I had changed my makeup, clothes, and put on a wig, exuding femininity.
Then I took out my medical certificate. This time it was real because Uncle Gao had found
a matching young woman's uterus and vagina, perfectly preserved using the latest technology. I only needed to wait
two months for my body to mature through estrogen modification before I could undergo the transplant. So this time, I confidently
declared my female identity.

Obviously, my "real woman" appearance, despite being a cross-dresser, was very attractive. Walking directly into the boys' dormitory was
something that no other school prostitute had dared to attempt before, but I did it easily, and I wasn't afraid of the administrator's spot checks.
Then I began a life of changing men every night. During this time, all the boys transferred money to Boss Mi via airmail;
I didn't receive a single penny. Some even lied to me, saying they'd already paid and wanted me to give them blowjobs. I
later discovered this was a lie, but I didn't pursue the matter. This caused quite a stir,
and Boss Mi eventually intervened, pulling me out of the boys' dormitory. In just over ten days, I was practically a womanizer
, crawling through almost every stairwell and staircase at night, truly crawling on the ground like a bitch.
The boys who couldn't sleep at night saw another round of intense sex as I was dragged into the dorm room.

None of them knew that I was working so hard because I had lived here for more than three years, but this time I had
a different identity. So, it was actually me, the cross-dressing senior, who was eating the tender grass of these juniors. There was even a junior
in the five-year was still in the same dorm room. I had met him once before, and I was turned into a bitch crawling on
the ground, being fucked while slowly crawling past his dorm room door. I even deliberately lay down on the doormat
for a few seconds because it was so exciting that I couldn't help but moan and almost attracted the administrator. Later, every time I thought back to that
moment I felt that I was really extremely lewd.

"
I didn't know that my dad had been constantly giving money to the fortune teller for the past few months. Besides large sums of money,
he even used his connections to help her find her long-lost younger brother, for which she was extremely grateful.
He didn't realize it when he was poor, but after returning to high society, he was terrified of losing everything
he had , and he couldn't help but want to earn even more.

When I told him that another person in the underworld had noticed something
amiss , who had been blinded by the sense of accomplishment of returning to high society, finally regained his vigilance. After years
of navigating the business world, he knew the importance of comparing prices, but everything had gone too smoothly these past few months, and he
had been temporarily blinded by the windfall. Instead of telling me to go to Weihua's uncle immediately, my dad cautiously
contacted .

Speaking of which, the person my family trusted was that old gentleman from before. Last time, he
only accepted a small transportation fee, and he was a very upright person. So my dad contacted him again."

"Nonsense!" The old man's first words upon entering my house were this. Seeing the changes in my home,
and that I, who had previously said I wouldn't live past next year, was now a perfectly healthy girl standing before him, along with
the necklace around my neck, the old man clearly understood what had happened.

He quickly explained that this unorthodox method of borrowing life was against the will of Heaven. The borrowed lifespan would only extend my life
by seven years and seven months, and after my marriage, most of my good fortune and wealth would
go to my husband's family, leaving behind only a fraction of it.

Now that I was a girl, the die was cast. The old man sighed, and like last time,
offered no solution. This time, he didn't even ask for payment for his travel expenses and turned to leave.

My father quickly stopped him and brought in the sorceress for a confrontation. The sorceress, who had received a large sum of money from my family and had even
found my family, felt guilty and didn't try to argue or make excuses. She simply stammered
that even a tenth of it would be enough for my family to maintain our current comfortable lifestyle. Before she could finish speaking, Dad kicked her out
and then politely drove the old man away.

Chapter Six:

Knowing that my marriage would take away most of my good fortune and wealth, my parents were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.
However, having borrowed my sister's life, I couldn't refuse to marry, but they had no better options. Finally, they agreed to let me go to
Weihua.

Seeing my parents' frantic state, I rushed back to school to find Weihua. Unexpectedly, Weihua's first demand
was that I become his woman completely; only then would he help me.

Weihua clearly stated that his uncle wasn't a respectable person either, and that this matter was quite troublesome,
requiring Weihua to make some sacrifices. Without any benefit, Weihua and his uncle wouldn't help me at all.

Helpless, I had to ask my family for some money. But Weihua insisted that I become his woman completely,
stubbornly refusing to agree to any other conditions.

In the end, I agreed.

Weihua wanted me to use the money my family gave me to buy the aphrodisiac drug that Boss Mi had obtained to control me. The one I had previously taken
was type A, and the antidote I received was also type A. This time, I gave the money to Weihua, and together we went to Boss Mi's place
to buy the type B drug directly. Weihua, in his eagerness, injected the type B aphrodisiac into me in his car.
Before he even drove back to his rented apartment—our love nest—I was already back to that state of being controlled by
lust Then Weihua carried me upstairs, closed the door, and
applied pheromones to his penis to work with the type B aphrodisiac. My head started spinning again…

Half a month later.

In Weihua's rented apartment, a long-haired beauty wearing a pink collar lay in an iron cage. She was very
voluptuous and fair-skinned, wearing sexy fishnet stockings, with alluring red toenails, a sexy black leather corset,
and a fox tail behind her. Her two C-cup breasts were exposed to the sunlight streaming in through the window,
yet she slept peacefully. This person, of course, was me.

Completely subdued by the aphrodisiac once again, I was almost completely obedient to Weihua. I
knew in
fifteen minutes Weihua would release me from the cage, because he had used my money to hire two private investigators to install cameras in the rented rooms of a dozen or so working-class couples nearby. Most of them were loving couples who had left their hometowns to
work . What Weihua required me to do was watch and imitate the behavior of these
working-class wives every day, putting myself in their shoes and imagining what I would do if I were in
their place for a day.

In reality, the clips Weihua showed me were mostly scenes of these couples making love. He wanted me to imitate
how these young, loving wives submissively followed their husbands, mastering their flirtatious
banter and their subservient attitude towards their men.

Two months later, my mindset had changed significantly. When I went out, I followed Weihua like
a little woman, and I no longer wore overly revealing clothes. Weihua even made me
a good neighbor with those dozen or so girls, and we spent our days chatting about everyday things, even discussing our sex lives with our husbands
.

After Weihua felt he had complete control over me, he asked my parents
to send a large sum of money to Weihua's uncle via postal money order. At my repeated pleas, Weihua finally invited his uncle from the countryside
to my home.

To prevent any further mishaps, my father invited an old man and a shaman to come and perform a ritual with
Weihua 's uncle. After everyone sat down and chatted for a while to liven up the atmosphere, Weihua
's uncle revealed his solution.

He said that to prevent me from taking away good fortune and wealth after marriage, it was simple: I had to marry into his family.
Come on.

My parents can adopt a new son, sever ties with me, and then send me to the family of the woman who gave me
the uterus . After choosing an auspicious day, I will marry this newly adopted son, and I will
become his wife. In this way, my parents will become my father-in-law and mother-in-law, and nine-tenths of my good fortune and wealth
will follow me to this "new family."

Needless to say, the most suitable candidate for this son is Weihua, whose biological parents died in the line of duty many years ago.

Weihua's uncle also said that once I am adopted into my new family, all my financial support will be cut off.
My parents will have to treat me completely as their new daughter-in-law and treat Weihua, who has changed his surname, completely as their son
. After I marry Weihua, as his father-in-law and mother-in-law, they will strictly discipline me, their new daughter-in-law, to make me completely obedient to my
husband As long as my marriage with Weihua doesn't break down, those nine-tenths of my good fortune and wealth will be preserved.

It turned out that Weihua was a special person with two destinies; besides his primary destiny, he also had a secondary one. If I
married Weihua, his uncle would perform a ritual to bind Weihua's secondary destiny to me, allowing me to
continue . However, once bound to Weihua's secondary destiny, I could never leave him again, or
my life would be in danger.

This idea sounded absurd, but my parents' eyes shone with eager anticipation.
This way they could preserve their hard-earned wealth and ensure my survival for seven years, all
for the simple act of depending on Weihua. And for a wife to depend on her husband was perfectly natural.

They couldn't bear the thought of returning to poverty and decided to follow
Weihua's uncle's plan.

My parents then gave a large sum of money to the family of the woman who had given me the uterus, but none of it
belonged to me. All I received was the opportunity to stay in this "family home" for a month, awaiting my wedding day.
During this month, I also had to attend a hypnosis training course. Originally intended for young ladies who didn't want
arranged marriages the course was designed to force them into becoming good wives and daughters-in-law, but it was now being applied
to me.

Weihua also chose an auspicious day to officially become the son of the Li family.

On the other hand, for just twenty days, I was constantly being hypnotized for ten hours a day, and I was repeatedly
suggested that I learn how to be submissive and pleasing to my husband, and how to cater to and serve my in-laws. When
the month was up, when the hypnotist showed me that familiar family photo again,
the two people sitting in the front row in the photo were no longer my familiar parents. In my mind, these two people had completely become
my father-in-law and mother-in-law, whom I would have to serve diligently from now on.

On our wedding day, Weihua spilled a glass. My mother—no, my current mother-in-law—tells me to
pick up the broken pieces. When I asked why she wasn't scolding Weihua, she said, "He's my
son now... If anyone should be scolded, it should be you, his daughter-in-law."

At that moment, I realized that everything I had had actually become Weihua's, and all of
this had come to this point with my consent or tacit approval.

After the wedding, Weihua, now with a lot of money, stopped working as an Uber driver. He took me to his old
house , next to which new villas were being built at breakneck speed, regardless of cost. Weihua went
fishing every day, and he planned to buy a shop to open a bone broth rice noodle shop, which I would be responsible for running. He would then
laze around, traveling and sightseeing, or driving three hours to the city to go to bars. I, on the other hand, was required to
read women's magazines and serve him everything when he came home.

On the night we moved into our new house, Weihua took out a dildo and injected me with
an aphrodisiac. I didn't understand his intention, but this dildo, made with the latest bionic technology, even
had a taste and temperature—it was incredibly peculiar. Curious, I used my mouth to feel its penis, watching
it grow bigger and smaller, but it never ejaculated. Then the dildo grew larger again, but it had
a different color and taste. So I began to slowly savor it, feeling it grow
bigger . Throughout this, my mouth never left this rare and wonderful object. Eventually, my mind
became almost numb as I repeatedly swallowed and spit it out. Seeing that I was in a state of ecstasy, Weihua pressed a
button, and a stream of hot semen shot from the dildo's glans into my mouth. I almost
instinctively swallowed it.

After I regained consciousness, Weihua told me that it was the last
bit . It was meant so that if I ever changed my mind, I could still have my own son. Now I
had swallowed it all, not a single drop left, meaning I would never have any offspring of my own.

I cried and asked Weihua why he did this. Weihua didn't answer. He aroused my desire again, controlling me
to roll over and lie face down, penetrating me from behind. His penis thrust in and out wantonly, asserting his
rights as a husband. I cried incessantly, my mind becoming like a submissive woman, subconsciously wanting to find someone to rely on.
But whenever I thought of someone to rely on, Weihua's image involuntarily appeared in my mind. Under the influence of the drugs, my body
involuntarily responded to the man behind me. Finally, amidst my heartbroken and sorrowful cries, I reached orgasm. Soon after,
Weihua's penis also ejaculated inside my uterus.

Weihua said that as long as that semen existed, I could never completely forget my former identity. He even
saw that I had browsed the blog of a girl I used to have a crush on. He said I couldn't be a
good mother like that. Weihua's uncle had already discussed it with my in-laws, and they would use a ritual to have my sister's remnant soul
reside in a new fertilized egg created by my in-laws through medical means, and be reborn through my uterus. This would
completely repay the karmic debt of this life-borrowing, returning my sister's fate, fortune, and wealth to her.
After losing my borrowed life, I would be completely dependent on Weihua.

While explaining this, Weihua brought me to another orgasm, then tied me up and used a
tattoo gun to tattoo the shape of the dildo—the last symbol of my masculinity—on my leg,
so I would forever remember that I had swallowed and absorbed all of my last semen. Only in this way
could I wholeheartedly become a woman, and only in this way could I completely accept my fate and become a gentle, docile woman.
A good daughter-in-law who serves her parents-in-law well, a willing wife, and in the not-too-distant future,
a loving and selfless mother.

Is this truly fate? Or destiny? The sorceress's unorthodox methods could never change the final outcome. My parents'
wealth was ultimately due to my sister's good fortune. If I hadn't become a woman, my family would have ended up without descendants if I had committed suicide due to depression
. And now, unable to have offspring produced by my own sperm, I've simply
returned to the ending I was destined to have.

A year later.

Because of Weihua, I lost everything that was rightfully mine, all the wealth and status, even the fortune I had always relied on from
my sister . Now I am nothing, merely
an appendage to the man I both love and hate, racking my brains to please and cater to his mediocre hobbies, dressing up beautifully every day, wearing
hot pants and working as a rice noodle beauty in this remote town, attracting customers from all walks of life. At night, I would
be his beautiful wife in this three-and-a-half-story house that I had cleaned spotlessly, transforming from a rice noodle beauty by day into
a wanton housewife belonging only to him. He truly molded me into the "good woman" he described—capable in public, in
the kitchen , and in bed.

If you drove through the town late at night during the last few days of the month when my husband's libido was at its peak, you would definitely
see a brightly lit building on the main street along this highway, with all the windows and balconies wide open. Through
binoculars you could see young women inside, changing into different sexy outfits every day, sometimes being fucked on the windowsill,
sometimes being led up and down the stairs like a female dog with a collar, sometimes being tied up and blindfolded,
exposed on the balcony. That was me, detached from the comforts of city life yet still looking sweetly satisfied. Meanwhile,
in the children's room on the second floor, my new "little sister" was fast asleep, and the kitchen waste bin was still half full of the dregs of aphrodisiac medicine that my
parents-in had specially sent to their son.

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