Restricted Lovers [Complete] - 1

Chapter 1, Episode 1: A seventeen-year-old ghost

, living in this world, is destined to die.

Although I knew this day would come, I still felt a pang of despair.

"Please verify your personal information before leaving. If it's correct, you can proceed to the designated location to report."

I stiffly accepted the "death certificate" from the underworld. I wanted to tell them to stop messing around, but the ghost messengers' expressions were extremely serious.

Putting aside my death, these ghost messengers are really fashionable these days, wearing suits and ties, with small glasses on their noses. Whether they have prescriptions or not, I don't know, but at least they look refined.

Despite wanting to escape reality, I still had to face the judgment in my hand. When I saw the age section, tears almost welled up.

Damn it, I'm only seventeen and I'm already dead! Still struggling in the ever-changing, agonizing education system, never had a girlfriend, never lost my virginity, never even started enjoying anything, and my life is already over. God is really playing a cruel joke on me!

With slightly reddened eyes, I checked the information line by line: Name... correct, Age... correct, Blood type... correct, Address... correct, Family background... correct (thinking of my parents, tears involuntarily streamed down my face), Life story... only a few lines... correct, Reporting location... none... My eyes widened instantly.

"Wait, I have a problem!" I slammed my hand on the table, my voice trembling and amplifying uncontrollably, "Why is my reporting location Hell?"

"Oh, let me see..." The ghost messenger was indeed a ghost messenger; after doing this job for so long, he had become so calm that he couldn't be moved by anything. Pushing up his small glasses, he flipped the death certificate 180 degrees and began to understand the details.

"This must be a computer error, right?" I couldn't help but complain. A seventeen-year-old boy busy with his studies, how could he have time to do anything so heinous?

"Oh, wait a minute, let me check..." The ghost messenger entered the number from the form into the computer beside him, and my file immediately popped up. A dense expanse of tiny green text raced upwards across the ghost messenger's small glasses.

I couldn't help but lean closer to look. The ghost messenger didn't seem to mind. Unlike the record on the form, my life story filled the entire screen, but I couldn't understand the text.

The ghost messenger nodded repeatedly as he read it. Though I was anxious, I dared not make a sound.

After about a minute, the ghost messenger said to me, "The death certificate is correct. You still have to report to hell."

"Why?" I angrily waved my hands and feet.

"Because in your seventeen years on earth, your negative contributions outweigh your positive ones." He said slowly and deliberately, "You were diligent in your studies, but you read mostly adult books; you were eager to help others, but you always ended up making things worse; in terms of family, there was frequent interaction with your children because you were always arguing with your parents; and then there's smoking, speeding, running red lights..."

"Enough!" I slammed my hand on the table, my face flushed, stopping him from continuing, "These days, which teenager hasn't read pornography, made minor mistakes, or disagreed with their family? My friend encouraged me to smoke, and I only took one puff; and only once did I ride my bike to a convenience store to buy a drink, when the red light at the intersection had only one second left, and that counts?"

"Don't do evil even if it's small. That one second was enough for you to ascend to heaven." The ghost messenger sighed softly, "Everything follows the laws of nature. Your judgment has been approved by both heaven and earth, and there is no possibility of change."

"I'm not reconciled!" I argued, "This is unreasonable at all. You can't convict me just because of these things. How many people in the world have made these mistakes!"

"So they're all in hell," the ghost messenger replied, leaving me speechless.

Damn it! I must appeal!

Clutching the death certificate tightly, I cursed incessantly.

This was a fabricated charge; there was no way the dead wouldn't protest, yet this corrupt system persisted—clearly the result of widespread corruption. Damn the underworld's dark forces!

Thinking this, I couldn't help but spit.

Even if I deliberately walked slowly, I still arrived at hell.

"My… God!" I gasped, looking up.

The legendary gates of hell were indeed enormous. Two massive iron gates, each as high as a thirty-story building, were tightly shut, emanating a chilling aura. Walls, as tall as the gates, stretched endlessly, perhaps filled with terrifying instruments of torture. I trembled, forcing myself forward. In the shadow of the gates, the further I walked, the more suffocating I felt.

Finally, I reached the gates. Trembling, I knocked, but the thick iron doors remained silent.

"Little brother, over here."

Following the pleasant female voice, I saw a guardhouse next to the Gates of Hell. Inside, a hot woman in a revealing bikini was waving at me.

My eyes lit up, but my earlier gloom quickly returned. No matter how beautiful the receptionist was, it wouldn't change the fact that this was Hell.

"Little brother, are you here to register?" the beautiful woman asked kindly with a smile.

"Yes," I replied lazily.

Was she here for sightseeing instead of to register?

"Nice to meet you. I'm the gatekeeper of Hell. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I'd like to say I am too, but I'm really not happy," I said honestly.

This beautiful woman had a truly sunny smile, and her slender figure was amazing. In the human world, she'd be a model or a star, but here and now… I didn't even feel like praising her.

“Most of the dead who come to Hell are like this, but Hell isn’t the miserable place you imagine!” The beautiful older sister smiled. “Since ancient times, Hell has housed dozens of times more souls than Heaven. In modern times, it has reached an astonishing ratio of 20,000 to 1. Do you know what that means?”

“It means a bunch of people are going to Hell,” I replied listlessly.

“That’s right. What are the consequences of so many people going to Hell?” She blinked her beautiful eyes, hinting.

“It’s easier to find someone to talk to when you’re suffering.”

“Sigh, another soul misled by legends.” She sighed with a laugh. “Hell and Heaven are just different residential areas.”

“So, there’s no torture or instruments of punishment?” I asked, a glimmer of hope appearing in my eyes.

“No.”

Hearing her answer, I couldn’t help but cheer.

“Every deceased person reacts the same way after hearing the explanation,” the beautiful older woman smiled helplessly, revealing the answer. “Many people go to hell, which causes a greater standard deviation in the quality of their souls. In hell, there are extremely evil souls and also good ones, just like in the human world.”

“So, living in hell is almost the same as living in the human world?” I became more and more excited as I listened.

“That’s right, isn’t it something to aspire to?” She extended her fair and delicate right hand. “Give me your certificate.”

I handed her the crumpled piece of paper

, feeling a little embarrassed. She typed the corresponding number on the certificate on the keyboard and retrieved my personal information from the database.

The screen still displayed small green text that I couldn’t understand.

When she turned to the side, I noticed a pair of small bat wings on her flawless back, black with brown tinges, which looked like cat ears on a little girl’s head, giving her a lively and cute aura.

After quickly glancing at them, the beautiful older woman pondered for a moment and returned the death certificate to me.

"Congratulations, little brother, you don't meet the requirements to enter Hell."

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. I couldn't go to Heaven, and Hell wouldn't accept me either, so where could I go?

"Don't be nervous, I haven't finished speaking yet!" She noticed my unease and immediately said, "The reason is a bit complicated to explain, but simply put, Heaven and Hell are revising their laws."

"Revising laws?" I suppressed my excitement and asked in my calmest voice.

"From the beginning, the allocation of souls has been based on ancient laws. Only a very small number of kind and devout souls can go to Heaven, and the rest go to Hell. But times have changed, and moral values have also changed. Many things have gone from sinful to permissible, from major issues like changing religious beliefs, having affairs, and remarrying, to minor issues like disobeying parents, smoking, speeding, and ignoring traffic lights..."

The more she spoke, the more guilty I felt.

"In short, the number of souls in Hell has expanded to its limit, and the laws must be adjusted to adapt to the times. Therefore, Heaven and Hell are urgently revising their laws. According to the new law, you should go to Heaven, congratulations!" She happily shook my hand.

"Th...thank you," I forced a smile.

Why couldn't I feel happy when I should?

My mood had plummeted to rock bottom, and it was thanks to her that I cheered up and felt excited and looking forward to my future life in hell, but now my fantasy was shattered!

From her description, I could imagine how boring heaven was; I had no desire to join that group of devout believers.

"Why don't you just tell me to go straight to heaven, Uncle Ghost?" I thought, to avoid getting my hopes up for nothing.

"Don't blame them. The new laws need an adjustment period, especially since today is the first day. Once things stabilize, the underworld's system will be fully updated. During this period, to avoid chaos, we'll first relocate new souls like yours. After heaven's expansion is complete, we'll move the souls from hell on a large scale," the beautiful older sister said.

"I'm sorry, little brother, I know you've come a long way, but the laws of the underworld stipulate that I can't let you in. How about this, would you like to rest for a bit and come into the guardhouse for a cup of tea?"

"No, thank you," I said weakly. I knew I couldn't get into Hell anyway, and staying any longer would only intensify my grief. "How do I get to Heaven?"

she asked. "Just keep going back," she said, pointing in the direction I'd come from. "Don't worry, there are signs and markers along the way, you won't get lost."

"Oh... thank you." My shoulders slumped, and I clutched my death certificate list weakly, my eyes vacant and blank as I headed towards Heaven, the place everyone dreamed of.

I walked for over three hours, and by the time I reached Heaven, my legs were weak.

Heaven really was built on clouds, but those clouds were as hard as cement.

Compared to the magnificent gates of Hell, the two-story-high gates of Heaven seemed shabby. The edges of the doors were uneven, and when closed, there was a three-finger-wide gap between the two doors. Looking through the gap, among the messy, low-rise houses, there was only one tall building, most likely the offices of Heaven.

Good heavens, which side was Hell?

There were many flowers and plants beside the gates of Heaven, and a gatekeeper stood in front of them, but nothing else. It seems Heaven is so poor it can't even afford a guardhouse.

"This is a headache, another soul has arrived."

The gatekeeper of Heaven was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with swollen eyes and messy hair, looking like he hadn't slept well for weeks. When I approached him, he was chewing on a pen in frustration.

"Hello... I'm here to report for duty," I said cautiously, while secretly sizing him up.

The middle-aged man's chest was bare, revealing well-defined muscles. A white cloth, symbolizing purity, was tied around his waist, hastily covering his lower body. His legs were covered in thick, curly black hair, and he wore wooden clogs, creating a stark contrast to the beautiful older sister from Hell. The pair of miniature angel wings on his back did nothing to salvage his disheveled appearance.

"Nonsense, if you're not here to report, are you here for sightseeing?" he said rudely, massaging his aching temples with his pen. "Where's your death certificate?"

"Here." I muttered to myself, but still respectfully handed over the certificate.

"Wait a moment." The gatekeeper pulled a laptop from the large bag he was carrying, typing in a number while laughing loudly, "Death number 074-7474, what an interesting number!"

"Not good at all." I rolled my eyes; the joke was so unfunny I just wanted to scoff.

After a while, the gatekeeper said, "Alright, login complete." He then took out a thick notebook from his bag, wrote some words in it, and said to me, "Jump down from here." He tapped the large hole beside him with his toe.

"Wait...wait, aren't I supposed to be going to heaven?" The hole was pitch black, and I took a few steps back in fear.

"That's right, but due to the changes in the laws, a large number of souls will flood into this small place called Heaven. Therefore, Heaven must be reorganized and replanned. We'll have to trouble you wandering souls to descend to the mortal realm and wait for a while."

"Does that mean... I can be resurrected?" I pointed to myself, as happy as if I had won the lottery.

Great! The story of being resurrected is about to happen to me!

"Of course not. You'll just need to stay in the mortal realm for three months. When the time is up, your soul will be summoned back." The gatekeeper uncle disdainfully interrupted my delusions. "The descent of souls to the mortal realm is unavoidable, so interference with history is strictly prohibited. You cannot possess a human body, nor can you enter the mortal realm with key memories."

"Key memories?" Although disappointed, being able to return to the mortal realm was still something to be happy

about. "Including your name, family, and all relevant memories that might evoke memories of your past life. Your original body is dead, and your family and friends have accepted this fact. Even if your soul exists, you cannot touch that forbidden area at will." The gatekeeper uncle said solemnly.

"Then what exactly do I remember?"

"The knowledge and common sense you've acquired in this life. Of course, your nature and thoughts remain unchanged. Only reincarnation can restore the soul to a pure state. I've only temporarily sealed some of your memories. When you return to Heaven, you'll naturally remember everything."

As the gatekeeper finished speaking, he suddenly kicked me in the back. Caught off guard, I fell into the cave.

Screaming, I frantically grabbed at the air, managing to grab onto the cave entrance. I dangled precariously from the edge, my feet sinking into the void! "Wait! I still have something to ask!" I cried out hastily, seeing the gatekeeper about to kick me again.

"Speak," the gatekeeper said, arms crossed, looking benevolent.

"Where will I possess?"

"You'll find out when you go down there." The gatekeeper, though thinking my question was pointless, added, "You can possess animals or inanimate objects. You're possessing an inanimate object. Just stay quiet and hide, don't let anyone discover your presence. Pay special attention, the object you're possessing can't be destroyed, otherwise you'll become an incorrigible wandering ghost."

With that, he kicked me in the face. "That's settled then. I'll come down to see you in a few days. Good luck."

The force of the kick made my vision go black, and I passed out.

When consciousness gradually returned, I felt my whole body stiff. I opened my eyes and found myself trapped in a box, forced to stand upright, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

I tried to twist my body, but couldn't move; only my eyes could move. Damn it, where am I? What have I become?

The boxes were made of plastic and cardboard, like the kind of square boxes commonly found in stores, where goods are packaged in similarly shaped plastic shells and then glued together with cardboard. The plastic shell in front of me was transparent, allowing customers to see the full view of the products. Conversely, I could also clearly see everything in the store; it was completely dark inside, clearly closed.

I stood on the shelves, directly in front of me a long row of incredibly sexy lingerie, to my left several sets of sex manuals, and to my right a dazzling array of SM props… and further on was even more exciting: lubricant, condoms, vibrators…

Due to the inability to turn my head, what I could see was limited, but driven by curiosity, I tried to move my eyes while leaning forward. Finally, my efforts paid off; I saw many rectangular cardboard boxes to the right of the vibrators, each depicting a different Japanese beautiful girl, every one a man's dream girl.

"This is Mina, that's Norika... and next is..." The boxes lined up to my right. As I looked, I leaned forward more, and before I knew it, I had leaned too far and lost my balance, falling off the shelf.

The boxes hit the ground with a loud thud, and I felt dizzy. Cold sweat immediately broke out on my back.

Oh no, my body!

I didn't dare move. I took a few breaths and realized I didn't feel any cracking or pain. It seemed I wasn't possessing anything fragile, but I still had to be careful. If I became a wandering spirit, that would be troublesome.

I lay stiffly, face down, unable to see anything. I tried to move my body and found I could bend slightly backward.

Ah, that explains it. Because the left, right, and front sides were all hard plastic, my body couldn't stretch out properly, but the back was cardboard, so bending wasn't a problem. It was just that when I was standing against the wall on the shelf, I felt like I was nailed to the spot.

With a little effort, I managed to break through the cardboard and escape from the box. The moment I touched the floor, my body involuntarily rolled, tumbling all the way to the wall until I crashed into a shelf.

The dizziness made me want to vomit, but at least this time I was face up. I looked around; no one had noticed me. I paid special attention to whether there were any surveillance cameras—thankfully, no, so there wouldn't be any record.

The advantage of possessing an object is that I don't need to eat. Now, all I need to do is find a good place to hide, and in three months I can go to heaven.

I tried to find a place to hide nearby, but a terrifying thought suddenly surfaced in my mind.

Wait, where is this…?

My face paled as I carefully looked around the store again. Sex manuals, sexy lingerie, SM props, lubricant, condoms, vibrators, and even life-size Japanese-made inflatable dolls…

Could this be… the legendary sex shop? Then… then what have I become…?

Seeing the empty space next to the inflatable doll, my heart sank to the bottom of hell. Above the shelf, a sign clearly displayed five large black characters: "Electric Vibrator."

I almost fainted.

No, no way…

I endured the humiliation and struggled into the sexy lingerie fitting room. Looking in the mirror, the cruel reality struck me like a lightning bolt, and I couldn't help but burst into tears. Damn it, I really have become an electric vibrator!

How could such an absurd thing happen? It didn't fall anywhere else, but it had to fall into a sex shop! It didn't attach itself to anything else, but it had to attach itself to an electric vibrator!

Since I'm going to be possessed anyway, I'd rather choose sexy lingerie and spend three wonderful months with some beautiful and charming older sister than become an electric vibrator.

I decided to escape. Rather than waiting to be sold in the store and becoming a pitiful creature working overtime, I'd rather seek my own freedom! With tears streaming down my face, I rolled towards the door. As I passed the box, I unexpectedly saw "Largest Size" written on it, and my tears flowed even more profusely.

While owning a giant cannon is every man's dream, possessing a giant cannon and becoming one are two completely different things, especially since this giant cannon is fake!

The shop owner seemed to be in a hurry when closing the shop; he carelessly forgot to close the glass door, and the iron door wasn't fully closed either, leaving a three-centimeter gap between it and the floor—exactly the diameter of a vibrator. I easily squeezed through the gap and rolled onto the street.

There were hardly any pedestrians on the street, and the shops were all closed, except for a 24-hour convenience store on the corner, which, along with the streetlights, provided selfless illumination for the night. I looked at the starry sky and couldn't help but sigh.

From now on, where should I go?

With such an appearance, whether I even have the courage to live is a question, let alone expect a kind person to take me in.

On the empty sidewalk, I rolled aimlessly and helplessly.

As if by fate, after rolling more than two hundred meters, I unexpectedly found a forgotten white handbag under a flickering streetlight. The handbag was laid on its side, the opening slightly ajar, revealing half a pen and a corner of a handkerchief.

Since I didn't know where to go, I thought, "I'll just leave it to fate!" I decided to roll into the bag and take a gamble.

The handbag already contained quite a few things: besides current women's cosmetics like powder and lip gloss, there was a notebook, handkerchief, phone, wallet, and a set of keys. And now, I, the uninvited guest, had joined the fold. I waited anxiously for the owner of the handbag to arrive, wondering how she would react when she found me.

After patiently waiting for about ten minutes, I finally heard hurried footsteps approaching.

"Great, so that's where it fell!" a girl's voice said, slightly breathless.

Suddenly, the handbag was lifted upwards, and I immediately lost my balance, tumbling around inside. A few seconds later, the handbag began to rise and fall rhythmically with the girl's light running.

What kind of life awaits me? The girl's fragrance wafted into the bag on the breeze, and I thought, mesmerized.

I have no idea how long she carried me. I accidentally fell asleep in the comfortable swaying. In my hazy state, I only vaguely heard the sound of a door opening and closing, then the handbag was put down.

I held my breath, watching the outside intently. I heard a soft rustling sound from the surface of the handbag, then suddenly the zipper snapped open, and a hand reached in.

That hand rummaged through the bag. I desperately crawled to the bottom, my rummaging movements conveniently masking the sounds of hiding downwards. I was on edge, watching as one item after another was taken out. To avoid being discovered, I kept rolling around, pushing other items to the top. After tireless effort, I finally succeeded! I was the only survivor in the bag.

I breathed a sigh of relief, listening to her softly counting items outside. She was checking if

everything was still there. It seemed nothing was missing. She finished counting without any agitation. The handbag was lifted again and moved in an unknown direction. Suddenly, she let out a soft cry, accompanied by the dragging sound of the wood, and the handbag plummeted downwards, crashing heavily to the ground with a "thud."

Had she twisted her ankle?

The impact on the hard floor sent a jolt of pain through me; I grimaced, but I couldn't care less about my own body, only wanting to cry out in pain for her.

Girls are such delicate and fragile creatures; it's incredibly cruel to see bruises or scars on their beautiful skin!

But after the soft cry, silence fell all around. I was completely bewildered, but then I realized what had happened!

My body, though made of silicone and possessing a certain elasticity, wasn't immune to making a sound when it fell.

Yes, she had discovered it; there might still be something in the handbag!

The gatekeeper of Heaven had said that souls descending to earth are strictly forbidden from interfering with history, nor can their existence be discovered. I secretly harbored a sliver of hope that she was convincing herself it was just an illusion, but the longer the silence lasted, the fainter that hope became.

Time quickly revealed her decision. Ten slender, jade-like fingers slipped inside, pulling open the bag to the left and right, revealing a beautiful, ethereal face above it.

I immediately lay motionless, feigning death, but in my nervousness, I still curiously peeked through a crack in my eyes to observe her reaction.

Her expression shifted from confusion to shock, from pale white to bright red in an instant, followed by a scream. She grabbed the bag and threw it forward, the bag crashing against the wall, and I tumbled out of the open bag.

"Ouch! Be gentle!" I said, seeing stars, then we both froze simultaneously.

I had practically asked for death. She might have initially thought I was just an ordinary vibrator, but my first words ruined everything. I had been mindful of the gatekeeper's warning, but on my very first day in the mortal realm, I'd already lost all composure!

Even her stunned expression was beautiful, but that wasn't the point. I had to figure out how to persuade her not to tell anyone. But while I was busy thinking of an opening line, she had already rushed to her desk, pale as a ghost, and started throwing everything within reach at me.

Among the parabolic projectiles flying towards me were sharpened pencils, compasses, needle-nose scissors, letter openers, thumbtacks, pins, and craft knives… Good heavens, this girl is truly ruthless! I kept rolling and dodging these terrifying projectiles. Seriously, if I were hit by any one of them, I'd probably lose my soul.

"Calm down, I'm not a monster!" I realized today that there are weapons everywhere in life. In the chaos, I tried to explain, but she only became more terrified. The everyday items flying around grew larger and larger.

"Xiao Cheng, what's wrong?" The screams and the crashing sounds attracted a lot of people. There were anxious inquiries and urgent knocks at the door.

Hearing the other voices, the girl seemed to have found a savior, and said in a slightly tearful voice, "Everyone, help! There's...there's..." Her cry for help stopped her in her tracks. She looked at me, her pretty face even paler. My awkward appearance seemed to prevent her from speaking frankly.

"What is it? Tell us quickly!" the girls outside the door pressed, the lock handle vibrating from the banging.

The situation was getting worse. I huddled in the corner, looking at her pitifully with the most innocent eyes.

My great-grandmother, please don't betray me!

"...There's...there's a cockroach." After a moment of eye contact, she blushed and looked away, biting her lower lip, as if hating her own helplessness.

"Cockroach!" Hearing these two words, the voices outside the door immediately subsided, and those who remained seemed panicked.

"Quick, call the security guards!"

"Cockroaches can spread all kinds of diseases. Didn't

we just have a thorough cleaning yesterday?" "Xiao Cheng, open the door quickly!" Fortunately, some people hadn't forgotten to rescue the hostage first.

"I...I'm fine, I can handle this myself, you guys go to sleep!" She finally calmed down a bit, but her expression remained wary.

"Are you really okay?"

"Yes, really." Although her tone revealed her reluctance to let them leave, the wicked name "cockroach" made the girls want to avoid her like the plague.

"You...who exactly are you?" After the voices outside faded away, she nervously used a chair as a screen and began her one-on-one interrogation.

"As you can see, I'm an electric vibrator." I said honestly, completely unaware that it was an explicit term. Sure enough, her face changed instantly.

"Vulgar!" She deliberately ignored the obscene word and said with barely concealed anger, "I asked for your name."

"My name..." I thought for a moment, but my mind was completely blank when it came to names. Right, names are also part of crucial memories. Now, was I supposed to just call her an electric vibrator? She would never say that.

My mind raced. A name is just a label; since it's only for three months, there's no need to take it too seriously, right?

"My name is Xiao Mo." Hmm, that's a nice name, and it sounds like a poet's nickname.

"Xiao Mo?" She murmured, repeating it, her cheeks instantly flushing red as if she were thinking of the "Mo" in "electric massager." "I don't care who you are, just get out of here right now!"

"Don't do that, I have nowhere else to go." I leaned against the wall, struggling to stand up. "Besides, you see, I'm not dangerous, I can't do anything but roll around. Please, just take me in for three months, and I promise I won't cause you any trouble."

"Why three months?" She was very puzzled by my emphasis on the date.

I thought for a moment. Since she already knew of my existence, what difference would it make if she knew more about the Heavenly and Hell cultivation methods? So I recounted my entire journey from death to descent to the mortal realm in meticulous detail.

“It was the gatekeeper’s decision to become like this, not my choice. I am a soul that can go to heaven, you have to believe in my spirit,” I complained bitterly.

“This story is interesting, but it doesn’t prove it’s true.” The protagonist has already appeared before her, yet she still stubbornly refuses to believe.

“Then how do you explain my existence?” Although my appearance is a bit ugly now, a vibrator won’t accept education, and besides, I still retain memories of my human days.

“Even if what you say is true, I have no obligation to let you stay here. Besides me, there are six other girls living in this house, and your presence will cause me a lot of trouble.” She said to me, suppressing her disgust.

“No, I won’t appear in front of you or anyone else, just give me a place to stay.”

“Even that’s not enough!” She was on the verge of losing her mind. “Your request is too unreasonable. This is a girl’s bedroom, and electricity is absolutely not allowed… In short, if you don’t leave, I’ll have to reveal your secret!”

This was a very serious threat. You know, an electric vibrator that works without batteries is very rare, especially one that can talk! If this were released, it would likely attract a barrage of media interviews, not to mention endless TV appearances. I might even be kidnapped and dissected by a secret organization. Whether it changes history or the vibrator itself is destroyed, I'd only have one path left: becoming a wandering ghost.

"Since you've decided this way, there's nothing I can do to stop you." I shrugged, only to find I had no shoulders at all. "However, when I'm in the public eye, I'll express my gratitude to you in the media with heartfelt thanks."

"What did you say?" Her eyes widened.

"Because you're the one who picked me up!" I said shamelessly.

"Nonsense, it was clearly you..." She was furious.

"It's your choice." I feigned nonchalance, feeling bad for her, but for the sake of my right to reside in paradise, I had to apologize.

"You..." She gritted her teeth, on the verge of tears, hesitant to speak, finally managing to squeeze out a few words: "Whatever you want!"

"Thank you." And so, I moved in without any pretense.

Chapter Two: The Beginning of Cohabitation

After the fact that we were living together was settled, she seemed very depressed and even more resentful of me. I could understand her feelings; it was like knowing there was a nasty cockroach in the room but not being able to shoo it out.

She was curled up on the bed, hugging her pillow, glaring at me with a mixture of resentment and wariness.

"Don't come within three meters of me!"

"Don't worry, I already said I won't do anything to you." I thought her intention was to protect her chastity. Although I looked wicked, as a way of repaying her for taking me in, I swore I would be a 100% law-abiding tenant.

"I won't believe you!"

"Whatever." I didn't want to argue with my beautiful landlady within five minutes of moving in, so I ignored her sullen expression and began to explore my three-month temporary accommodation.

Upon closer inspection, it was a wonderful bedroom, about ten square meters, with a beige color scheme that looked very comfortable. The floor was wooden, and a low cabinet stood between the French windows and the double bed, level with the bed, holding a lamp, telephone, and alarm clock.

On the bedside table was a flower arrangement and several framed photos, containing recent pictures of her; to the left of the bed was a dressing table, and opposite it was a desk, with a wardrobe next to it. Several oil paintings hung on the walls, and a few small lamps focused the light on the canvases and furniture, making her room as clean and bright as a show flat—at least before things were cluttered.

Outside the French windows was a small white balcony; although it was already dark, I could still see the fountain garden in front of the house, and further away, several European-style villas nestled among the trees.

"Is this some kind of upscale resort?" I couldn't help but ask.

"You don't need to know," she said dismissively. "Our agreement is only about accommodation; I'm not obligated to answer your questions."

"Fine then," I accepted without objection. "Give me the brochure, I'll look at it myself."

"This is the student dormitory at Sefer Academy," she said quickly.

Compared to answering questions, she seemed more reluctant for me to touch her things. No wonder, I have no hands; I can only do everything by rolling or speaking, including turning pages. She must have foreseen that disgusting scene, and was doing it herself to avoid hurting her eyes.

"Sefer Academy?" That name sounds familiar… I tried hard to recall, thankfully it wasn't in my crucial memory. Within three seconds, I exclaimed, "Ah, that super famous aristocratic academy!"

So my beautiful landlady is a rich heiress.

"This title of nobility isn't something I earned; there's nothing to be proud of in my family's influence!"

Her thinking was truly admirable.

"Also, from now on, you're not allowed to touch anything in the house without my permission!"

Sure enough, after restricting my movements, she added another new rule.

I obediently accepted the order; after all, I'm a law-abiding tenant!

Knowing this is Sefer Academy, needless to say, everyone knows its origins and history, this renowned noble academy. I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost two o'clock, well past bedtime, so I changed from standing to lying down and slowly rolled under the bed.

"What are you doing? Get out!"

she cried, banging on the bed in alarm. The noise was unbearable, so I rolled out again.

"You've broken rule number one!"

"It was unavoidable," I argued. "There's nowhere else to sleep except under the bed."

"That's your problem," she said angrily. "Rules are rules, even through the bed frame, it's not allowed."

"Fine." I looked around, searching for a better spot.

I wasn't picky about where I slept, but I had to consider her feelings. She'd mentioned that there were seven girls living in the house, including her, and occasionally a few would drop by. If they found out, I'd be in big trouble. So I needed a secluded spot where I wouldn't have to worry about being seen while I slept.

Seeing me crawl under the desk, she didn't say anything. I found a good spot, lay down, and closed my eyes. The silicone body felt like a soft cushion, quite comfortable. I sighed contentedly, but soon two sharp gazes made me jump.

Although I was incredibly sleepy, I wasn't so nonchalant as to be unconcerned about being watched while I slept. I opened my eyes, rolled out from under the desk, and asked, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep?"

"To monitor you."

I felt like I was going crazy.

"Don't worry, I'm not shameless enough to prey on women. Besides, I can't get within three meters of you. What are you worried about?"

"I can't let my guard down around you," she said firmly.

Are girls always this neurotic? I was speechless.

Since she wouldn't sleep, I had no choice but to stay awake. She was afraid I would violate her, and I was afraid she would ambush me while I was asleep. We just stared at each other like that until dawn.

Around six o'clock, someone knocked on the door.

"Xiao Cheng, are you awake?" It was a lovely voice.

"Yes, I'm awake." She had two light dark circles under her eyes and looked tired.

"Breakfast is ready!"

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll be right back after I change." She got out of bed, walked to the wardrobe, and took out a blue gothic sailor uniform.

Having not slept all night, her head seemed to be starting to feel muddled. She actually started unbuttoning her shirt in front of the full-length mirror, oblivious to everyone around her. I'm a gentleman, so of course I had to stop her. The problem was that my visual sense took precedence over my words, and I couldn't speak first. Besides, speaking up at this point would only make her more embarrassed, so I could only remain a silent observer.

However, this beautiful scene was fleeting. As she unbuttoned the third button, she suddenly snapped out of it, glanced at me, and noticed I was staring at her. She froze instantly .

"Pink," I said innocently.

"Pervert!" she screamed. Good heavens!

A wooden chair flew straight at me. I tumbled backward, rolling back under the desk, but the force of the impact nearly caused me to break apart when I hit the wall!

"Xiao Cheng, what's wrong!" The owner of the cute voice rushed back. "I heard a really loud noise. Is anyone else in your room?"

"No...it's nothing." Seeing me dodge the attack, her resentful gaze almost burned two holes through me. "I just...saw a fat, ugly, genetically mutated cockroach!"

"Cockroach!" Now it was the cute voice's turn to scream. "I'm so sorry, I'll go find someone to help right away!"

Miss, your reaction is a bit over the top!

"No need, Sama," she called out loudly, "It's already flown off the balcony."

"Really? That's great..." The owner of the cute voice actually believed it. "I'll wait for you downstairs, hurry up!"

"Okay," she replied.

Now the focus shifted back to us. A single man and woman living under the same roof—privacy is a huge issue. Don't think I don't care; this involves my safety. I should put aside my doubts and seriously address this problem.

"How about this, I'll hide under the bed, and you can stand on the bed and change. If I peek, you'll see me immediately," I suggested.

"No way, you can still see what's happening on the bed with the full-length mirror. Unless you go to the balcony, I can't change in peace," she said fiercely, clutching her uniform tightly to her chest.

"What if someone outside sees me? Your reputation will be ruined!" I reminded her. "How about this, you tear off some opaque tape to blindfold me, and then tear it off after I'm changed?" That should solve the problem, right?

"Hmm, good idea." She seemed to agree and immediately started rummaging through the drawers.

Seeing the smile on her face, my mood brightened as well. Indeed, appreciating a beautiful woman's smile is a pleasure. But my keen mind told me: there must be a conspiracy!

I thought about it carefully and immediately realized something was wrong. She wouldn't even let me touch anything, so why would she personally help me cover my face with tape? Let alone peel it off! Perhaps she never intended to help me peel off the tape in the first place.

I decided to test her.

"Um... how are you going to put the tape on my face?" I asked.

"I'll cut a piece of tape to a suitable length and put it on the ground. You can roll it over yourself." She happily picked up the black tape and scissors.

"And when you peel it off?"

"Of course you don't need to peel it off. Just leave it like that for three months." She said matter-of-factly.

I knew it!

"I agree with your idea, but that would be very dangerous." I said in a serious tone.

"How so?"

"Think about it, if my eyes are covered, there won't be any problem with peeping, but I won't be able to tell east from west. What if someone breaks into the room when you're not here, and I don't have time to hide? Wouldn't all your efforts to hide it be wasted?"

"Don't worry, they would never do that." She sneered.

"You can't say that. You can make me blind, but you can't stop me from moving at all. If one day I accidentally roll off the balcony or bump into the furniture and make a noise, your roommate will come to check."

Hearing me say this, although she tried her best to remain calm, her resolve wavered slightly.

"What other ideas do you have?" She sighed.

"I'll hide under the bed, and you can change clothes under the covers. That way, even if I want to see, I won't be able to." If she still said no, I was at my wit's end.

"Let's do it this way," she finally relented.

After a while of fussing, she finally got dressed, hurriedly packed her bag, and left. Before leaving, she said to me fiercely, "Don't touch anything in the room!"

"Yes, Master," I said respectfully, bowing deeply as she saw me off. She closed the door and locked it with a slam.

After she left, I suddenly felt bored. I had to find a way to kill time before she returned in the afternoon, and I couldn't let anyone find out.

I wandered around her room two or three times, but found it really boring, so I hid under the desk.

Sigh, the dormitories at the prestigious academy are really different. Even just one bedroom is so big; I'm so envious.

Sefair College is a truly aristocratic institution, using social class as its sole criterion for admission. This means all students are of noble birth, either sons or daughters of wealthy families.

The college is named after its founder, Sefair, a captivating young woman with sapphire-like eyes. Despite serving on numerous boards, for some reason, only her portrait hangs in the president's office.

Some believe this was a condition of Sefair's funding of the school, while others support other interpretations. This question has been debated for over a century without a definitive answer, becoming an unsolved mystery within the college.

A few years ago, this lifelike portrait was identified as a posthumous work by a renowned Victorian painter, causing a stir and even prompting the British government to send representatives to negotiate with the college, attempting to add the painting to the British Museum's collection.

This proposal was naturally met with a firm rejection from the college, as preserving Sefair's beautiful portrait was a necessary condition for the substantial annual donations from the Manston family to the college.

In summary, Sefer was no ordinary person. She had the backing of many prominent families scattered throughout the world, and her relationships with them were so strong that even after centuries, they continued to support the school she founded.

The purpose of Sefer Academy was to cultivate true nobility.

Nobility, in this context, refers to families granted titles for significant contributions; they are extremely wealthy and typically top figures in their respective fields.

However, with economic reforms, the number of wealthy people increased, and buying noble titles became a trend. Coupled with the hereditary nature of nobility, the children became complacent, idle, and wasting their days. Nobility became merely a title, its status precarious.

The academy was established to reverse this decline. Sefer assisted the government in providing a comfortable life, eliminating some corrupt and impoverished families, reducing the number of nobles, and re-educating their children. This ensured that those destined for the top from birth could truly live up to their noble titles and become pillars of the nation's future.

It's precisely because the nobility now numbers only a few thousand that students can live in such luxurious villa dormitories within the vast academy grounds. Each dormitory only accommodates seven students, and the 140 dormitory spots are contested based on entrance exam scores.

In that sense, my landlady is not only beautiful but also incredibly intelligent.

Thinking about this, I felt even sleepier. Having not slept all night, I was now yawning profusely. I blinked my sore eyes; it was only 7:30, enough time for eight to nine hours of sleep.

When I woke up again, the alarm clock showed 4:45. Fifteen minutes later, she returned. Compared to my refreshed state, she looked exhausted and even more pitiful.

"Didn't you sleep at school?" Thinking about how I had been sound asleep just moments before, I felt a pang of guilt.

"It's none of your business!" My question, the very thing that caused the trouble, only made her angrier. "Could you please go somewhere else to sit? I want to start my homework."

"Oh... okay." I obediently rolled to the low cabinet, watching her pull out a chair, sit down, and begin to bury herself in her studies.

She didn't rest at all until seven o'clock when that girl named Saya came to invite her to dinner.

How hard she worked! I definitely couldn't stand studying like that. Watching her slender back, I silently cheered her on.

After dinner, she returned to her desk to continue studying, and I didn't dare disturb her. At ten o'clock, she turned off the desk lamp and took out her pajamas from the wardrobe.

Without her saying a word, I had already automatically hidden under the bed.

"No need, I'm going to the public bathhouse." She picked up the toiletries she had prepared beforehand and left without looking back.

The door was locked again. Girls always take their time showering, and I estimated she wouldn't be back until eleven at the earliest. I wandered aimlessly around the room, and soon noticed a booklet under the dressing table.

Last night, after she threw a bunch of things at me, she tidied the room, but not thoroughly. Because there were so many things, she hadn't checked them carefully. Luckily, the booklet wasn't stuck too deep, and I used my mouth to pull it out from under the dressing table. Coincidentally, it was the student handbook I needed.

The student handbook was small, about the size of two business cards. I knew that secretly flipping through it was a breach of agreement, but if she had actually cleaned up and put it back, it was impossible for me to climb up and search for it on my own. It was a kind of enticement, and both of us were at fault, so we canceled each other out.

I laboriously turned the first page with my mouth. Only after experiencing it firsthand did I realize the inconvenience of life for people with disabilities; not having hands and feet really is difficult. I quickly browsed through the entire table of contents. The campus introduction started on page three, and the dormitory information was on page twenty-three.

The first page of the campus introduction features a floor plan of Sefer Academy, scaled down to fit in the student handbook – quite a feat for the handbook's designers!

The structure isn't overly complex. Simply put, Sefer Academy is built on a rectangular plot of land, housing nine buildings. If you were to cut the rectangular plot into three equal-sized rectangles, the left rectangle houses the library at the top, the central academic building, and the student club center at the bottom. The library

and club center are roughly the same size, about half the size of the academic building. The academic building's basement contains a cafeteria and a student restaurant, offering a variety of international cuisine 24 hours a day. The club center's basement also houses a small concert hall.

The left half of the small rectangle on the right houses an indoor swimming pool, gymnasium, and tennis courts, while the right half features a 1,000-meter track and field. The gymnasium, combined with the auditorium, is three stories high. The ground floor houses basketball and badminton courts, the basement level contains a dance studio, table tennis room, and gym, and the second basement level is an ice rink.

The central open space of the track and field features a soccer field and a baseball field. With such a large area, a full house during a game would be a spectacular sight.

Finally, there's the central area. Entering through the gate at the bottom of the small rectangle and passing through the central garden, you reach the administration building at the top. The basement of the administration building houses the faculty dining hall, intentionally separated from the student dining hall. I believe

this separation, besides reflecting strict hierarchical relationships and convenience, also aims to avoid awkward encounters between teachers and students. All buildings are connected by roads. Due to the considerable distances, shuttle services are provided: students use buses, while professors travel in private cars to distinguish them. Those who don't want to take public transport can walk on the sidewalks, which are decorated with different landscaping on both sides. If you're not in a hurry, strolling through the Gothic-style campus and admiring the scenery is a pleasure.

A Gothic aristocratic college? Just thinking about it seems too ostentatious and ostentatious.

When Sefer came to the East, for some reason, she suddenly had the idea of starting a school. She happened to meet a down-on-his-luck French architect who had fallen on hard times. She only said that she wanted to build a college, so she threw a large sum of money into his private account and gave him ten years to complete the work.

The French architect thought she was crazy, but once construction began, countless manpower and resources poured in from abroad. The impossible task was indeed accomplished as a miracle ten years later. After the college was completed, its magnificent Gothic architecture immediately attracted the world's attention and became the symbol of the college.

After completion, Sefer's portrait was hung in the chairman's office, but no one has seen her since.

The lesson this story teaches us is that while Sefair was very wealthy, the architect was even more extravagant. His spending over ten years not only

depleted the bank account but also left Sefair College, which received a fixed annual donation, in debt for three years.

The indoor swimming pool was built later, but for the sake of the campus's overall aesthetic, it was also constructed in the Gothic style. There were ten dormitories each for boys and girls, built against the hillside, located to the left and upper left of the college respectively, without any connection between them.

The dormitories, some near and some far, circled the large bathhouse, connected by paths leading to a main road leading into the campus. Viewed from above, the buildings resembled a tree, with the red-roofed white dormitories like beautiful flowers blooming on it.

Normally, school buses ran every hour, circling the campus to transport boarding students; only during peak hours, to alleviate traffic congestion, did they run every ten minutes.

I hadn't even finished reading the dormitory introduction when she came back. Luckily, she didn't open the door immediately but stood outside talking to someone. I quickly closed my student handbook, practically biting and dragging it back under the dressing table. Afraid the girl I was talking to would come into the room, I hid the handbook and immediately ducked under the double bed.

After hiding, I eavesdropped on their conversation. This time, the girl I was talking to wasn't the cute girl who had been scared away by the cockroaches this morning. Her voice was soft and gentle, like a warm spring breeze.

"Xiao Cheng, are you alright? You look terrible." The voice said worriedly, "You were also a bit absent-minded in class, but you didn't want to go to the infirmary to rest..."

"It's nothing, I'm just not feeling well, so I didn't sleep well last night. It's nothing serious." She said. "And the midterms are coming up soon, I'm afraid I'll fall behind if I don't work harder."

"Not feeling well... are you on your period?" the soft voice said, "I just made some hot soup, would you like a bowl?"

"Thank you, but..." she hesitated.

"Alright, have a bowl?" Her soft voice carried a hint of coquetry, and my beautiful landlady seemed unable to refuse the invitation. Her footsteps slowly faded away from the doorway.

I wanted some too! I cried out in my heart, but no one paid any attention.

A dozen minutes later, she returned to the room. After showering and drinking the soup, her complexion was rosier, but still a little pale. Seeing me, it turned ashen.

I didn't know if she wanted to continue studying or sleep, so I cautiously stayed in front of the low cabinet, deliberately maintaining an exaggerated distance to prove I wasn't touching the sunflower-shaped mattress by the bed.

She took off her indoor shoes and got into bed, while I rolled back under the desk. But after setting the alarm, she just sat on the bed with her knees drawn up, staring intently at me.

Was she planning to continue her resistance?

“My dear lady, look at me, I have no hands or feet, and I’m so short. Even if I wanted to get onto the bed, I wouldn’t have the strength.”

During the day, she wouldn’t even glance at me, but at night it was the opposite. I knew that no matter how much I talked, it would be useless. Why was she so neurotic?

“If you really dare to do anything to me, even going to hell wouldn’t be enough to atone for your sins!” she said angrily.

“Fine, even if you don’t trust me, at least think about your own health, okay?” I could tell she was just putting on a brave face.

Poor girl, she didn’t know that life in hell was better than heaven.

“Mind your own business!” She wasn’t buying it at all. “Everyone knows you’re trying to create an opportunity to ambush me. I won’t let my guard down because of your sweet words.”

I gave up because I couldn’t persuade her. We just stared at each other for another night.

The next day, she went to school, staggering.

Seeing her frail appearance, I felt very sad and began to seriously consider leaving this place; I felt really bad that she was getting thinner and thinner because of my involvement. Anyway, I'm already dead. Even if I end up as a wandering ghost, it's still better than me killing this beautiful young woman in the prime of her life.

She was a good girl, a bit fierce, and never gave me a kind look, but I liked her very much. I spent two nights with her, and all I know is her name is Xiaocheng. As for her full name, I think I'll never hear it.

Don't worry, I don't plan to leave without saying goodbye. On the contrary, I'll wait for her to come back in the evening before telling her the news. I'm not doing this because I'm looking forward to the romantic and touching farewell scenes in art films. At least I can calmly judge how cruel the chances are of those heart-wrenching and moving fantasy scenes in movies happening in reality.

There are two benefits to doing this: First, she will be very happy, and I will have the chance to see her smile. Second, if I don't tell her I'm leaving, she will think I'm just hiding to spy on her while she changes clothes. Long-term suspicion may lead to depression, bipolar disorder, or paranoia.

It was my duty to soothe her wounded heart, but that couldn't be done with just words or leaving a note and running away. The best way was for her to see me leave in person. If possible, she should personally take me to some remote, desolate place, like some people abandon cats and dogs. That way, I could be guaranteed I couldn't bother her again.

It's a pity I can't reveal my identity, otherwise I could earn some money to pay her for emotional distress.

I was lost in thought, wasting a lot of time.

In the remaining hours, I tried hard to think of some words to say goodbye, but after much deliberation, my impoverished and barren mind could only come up with idioms like "her voice and appearance remain vivid in my memory" and "her story is worthy of praise and tears." I think my Chinese must have been terrible when I was alive. With no books to consult, I felt an unprecedented sense of regret, as if confirming the adage "you only realize how little you know when you need it."

This is all due to policy missteps. Just as there are formulas for English and mathematical formulas, I think our educational institutions should also compile all the phrases that can be used in farewell ceremonies and uniformly name them "Farewell Ceremony," so that future generations can directly apply the formula when needed, saving a lot of trouble.

Without good words, you can't string together good sentences, and of course, you can't put together a good article. I was originally so confident that I wanted to prepare several lyrical pieces as backup, but reality always shatters dreams. Now that I've figured out my own limitations, I might as well not force it, lest I end up with a poor imitation.

She was unusually late today, not returning until eight o'clock. She went straight to bed without even changing her clothes, looking extremely tired.

"Um… I have something I want to tell you," I said cautiously.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow," she said, waving her hand as if in a dream.

"No, it has to be now," I said, unusually firm. She was clearly at her limit; the sooner I left, the longer she could sleep.

"You really… are… noisy…" she murmured, turned over, and actually fell asleep.

Clearly, her biological clock had triumphed over her stubborn will, but I still leaned towards supporting the idea that her guard had lowered slightly. In short, being able to sleep was a good sign. If she could sleep peacefully from now on, then leaving this place wouldn't be a problem anymore.

I sat up, secretly admiring her serene sleeping face. Her skin was very white, her eyelashes long and curled. I also knew she had beautiful, large black eyes, though they were closed now. Her lips were slightly parted, and with each breath, her full breasts rose and fell. Her perfectly curved, alluring thighs were completely exposed outside the covers, her side-lying posture incredibly seductive.

No wonder she was worried; just looking at me made her heart race. To avoid anything actually happening, I quickly rolled back under the desk, tightly closing my eyes, not daring to move.

(In fact, I have neither blood nor heart, so naturally, I couldn't possibly bleed or have a racing heart; those were merely hallucinations from my brain, but my five senses were indeed present.) "

How is it? Is Xiaocheng asleep?"

"Hmm, I think so."

She had just fallen asleep when there was a hushed conversation outside the door.

"I told you, it worked well!" a voice as soft as a wind chime said.

"But doing this..." a gentle voice said worriedly.

"We're doing this for her own good. If we don't put the drug in her food, she won't sleep at all."

"By the way, where did you get your drug?"

"Oh, Ryuya gave it to me."

"Ryuya? How does she have that kind of stuff?"

"Who knows? But just in case, I got some extra sleeping incense from her. Do you want to use it?" the voice as soft as a wind chime asked excitedly.

"I think we don't need to..."

I listened to that terrifying conversation in the room and broke out in a cold sweat. They actually drugged their roommate!

Women are truly terrifying creatures... After they finished talking and left, I was still too shocked to move.

Chapter 3 of the first episode: The Disordered Melody

She remained unconscious until noon the next day before waking up, and even then, she was startled awake. The first thing she did upon waking was to check if her clothes were intact. They were fine, except her uniform was a little wrinkled. Seeing me fast asleep under the desk, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Actually, I had woken up quite early, but for her sake, I had to pretend to be asleep. She got out of bed and pulled back the curtains. The glaring, scorching sunlight was now at a right angle, unable to penetrate the room. Her face paled as she picked up the alarm clock, her expression as desperate as a villager standing at the foot of a volcano during an eruption.

"How is this possible? How could I have slept so soundly?" she exclaimed in horror.

Silly girl, because your roommates tricked you!

Realizing she had missed half a day of class, she panicked, grabbed her bag, and rushed out the door like a whirlwind.

She really had it tough!

I left the desk and rolled towards the dressing table; I hadn't even finished reading the student handbook yet!

"Looks like you're doing pretty well!"

A voice that couldn't possibly be in the room terrified me, and I immediately hid behind the desk.

"Hey, stop hiding! It's not a blind date, what are you being shy about?"

Recognizing the familiar voice, I rolled out from under the desk. There sat the gatekeeper of Heaven on the edge of the bed, his hairy legs crossed, a cigar dangling from his mouth, puffing out clouds of smoke.

"You've finally come! Do you know how much trouble you've caused me?" As soon as I saw him, I immediately poured out my grievances.

"Don't mention it, it was just an accident. I never expected you to be possessed by an electric massager, hiding in a pretty girl's room. It took me a lot of effort to find you." The gatekeeper flipped through his notebook.

"The success rate of possession procedures isn't 100%, and the distance between Heaven and Earth isn't short. There are always some uncontrollable variables. Even so, the landing location wasn't wrong. It was because you refused to jump down obediently that the positioning went astray. As a case of failed possession, your experience is as interesting as your death number!"

He let out an annoying laugh.

"What was I supposed to possess?" Knowing that the electric massager wasn't my first choice made me feel a little better.

"According to the records, you were assigned a Japanese inflatable doll named Norika."

"An...inflatable doll?" I almost had a stroke. My god, if I were unlucky enough to be bought by some man and live a life worse than death every day, I might as well just become a wandering ghost!

"Actually, I came down here today to transfer your soul back to the designated item."

The gatekeeper's words terrified me.

"But because you escaped, the owner of the sex shop thought it was a theft and set up a lot of surveillance cameras in the shop. If I take you back, the soul transfer process will be recorded, and the crime of revealing Heaven's policies won't be solved by just doing five hundred years of hard labor!"

"Soul transfer? Is that transferring my soul to another place?" The gatekeeper said a lot, but luckily I still managed to grasp the most important keywords.

"Please, help me transfer my soul, just to..." I looked around, "...anything in this room will do." Even if it's not an inflatable doll, I don't want to continue being a vibrating massager!

"It's not that easy, kid," the gatekeeper uncle said. "To facilitate tracking the whereabouts of wandering souls, the possession objects have been numbered beforehand. These numbers are useful for observation and surveillance in the heavens. It's because you don't have one that it's so troublesome."

"Then how did you find me?"

"By the surveillance cameras at the intersection, of course." The gatekeeper uncle produced a videotape in his hand. "If I hadn't switched it in time, you probably would have been arrested by the national security agency long ago. How could you be so carefree?"

He said, his anger rising. "Losing my soul will also cause me trouble. I've never seen such a clueless idiot like you. Even a three-year-old knows that if you get lost, you should stay where you are and wait for your mother. I already said I would come down to see you, but you didn't know to stay nearby and ran all the way here!"

"I'm sorry..." I apologized repeatedly. Running away was for my own safety...

“Since you’re the only exception, there’s nothing I can do. I’ll give you a temporary number, and from now on, I’ll be monitoring your movements more closely. Take care.” He finished his cigar, patted his behind, and stood up, as if to leave.

“Wait, aren’t you going to help me transfer my soul?” I called out.

“Soul transfer? Seeing that you’re adapting quite well, there’s no need for that.”

“Not at all!” I protested loudly. Because of this shameful body, I’m almost being ripped off by my beautiful landlady.

“Kid, you can’t easily transfer your soul without a very legitimate reason and a convincing explanation.” The gatekeeper uncle squinted, threatening me like a thug. “A spirit must stay in the same container for five consecutive months to assimilate. You’ve only been in the mortal realm for three months, what’s there to be afraid of?”

“What would happen if I were assimilated?” I wasn’t intimidated at all.

“Then you’d have to stay in the container forever, unable to go to heaven or hell, and unable to reincarnate. But don’t worry, you won’t encounter this problem.”

“But I still want to transfer my soul.” I said firmly.

The gatekeeper uncle glared at me fiercely, but his shallow skills were no match for my beautiful landlady.

“Kid, you have no idea how noble your existence is.” He began to persuade me. “In the human world, isn’t an object with power, self-awareness, and the ability to continuously grow its thoughts a divine artifact? A divine artifact shouldn’t be so narrow-minded.”

What… a divine artifact shaped like an electric massager? Just hearing that makes me feel so tacky!

“I don’t care, I want to transfer my soul.” I really wanted to cry.

"You're really noisy." The gatekeeper uncle was losing his patience with me. "The cost of a soul transfer is one million Heavenly Coins. Because your request wasn't approved by your superiors, it can't be reimbursed by the public budget. Now you understand, kid!"

"Don't you have that much money?" Heavenly Coins? This unit sounds so familiar...

"Nonsense! If I had money, would I need to guard the gates of Heaven?" The gatekeeper uncle was furious. "So, a soul transfer is impossible. You should give up."

"But if I have to live like this for three months, I'll break down first!" I said. "You're the one who kicked me out of Heaven. I'm wrong, and you're wrong too. If you don't help me, I'll definitely sue you when I get back to Heaven!"

"Are you trying to threaten me?" The gatekeeper uncle seemed to be the kind of person who wouldn't listen to threats. "If I destroy your body right now, then there's no point in even talking."

He knew very well that if I became a wandering soul, I wouldn't even have the chance to see the gates of Heaven.

“Even if you destroy me, it won’t help.” I didn’t want to fall out with the gatekeeper, but at this moment I had no choice but to resort to my ultimate move. “I’ve told my beautiful landlady everything. Even if I become a wandering ghost, she’ll definitely clear my name in heaven.”

“You told everyone?” The gatekeeper looked surprised.

“That’s right.”

“Kid, you better pray that little beauty never tells anyone!” The gatekeeper, contrary to his usual self, suddenly opened his notebook, sweating profusely as he wrote furiously. “Alright, fine, I give up. Besides the soul transfer, I can grant you one request.”

“Really?” I said happily. There was no way around it; if I couldn’t transfer my soul, so be it. Besides, I couldn’t bear to burden the already penniless gatekeeper with another debt.

“I want hands and feet,” I said without hesitation. I had thoroughly experienced the extreme inconvenience of not having hands and feet these past few days.

“Whatever makes you happy.”

The gatekeeper took out a small bottle of purple potion from his bag. I wondered if the potion was very expensive; his face twisted slightly.

“Drink this, and your wish will come true in three hours. However, there might be unknown side effects, so you'd better think it over before drinking. I won't be responsible for any problems that arise afterward.” He placed the potion in front of me. “I've done my best for you. What happens next is up to your fate.”

“Okay, thank you.” I looked gratefully at the bottle of potion. Great, I'm one step closer to a life of freedom.

“Then I'll be going.”

“Goodbye.”

The gatekeeper packed his things and disappeared in the blink of an eye, like a ghost appearing and disappearing without a trace on TV.

I looked down at the small glass bottle with the cork stopper. It contained 2cc of purple liquid, constantly changing colors as it sloshed around. Although there might be side effects, the products of heaven are always more reliable than those of the human world, right? Besides, compared to new hands and feet, what's a little risk!

I weighed it for a moment, bit off the cork, and drank the potion. The taste… was truly indescribable.

At five o'clock, I heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock. I opened the door, and there she was.

"Hi, you're back?" I greeted her energetically while doing my stretches.

She stared at me, frozen for a full three minutes.

"How did you feel?" I mimicked a magazine model, striking about ten different poses. With arms and legs, I looked more like a doll, right?

She screamed and stormed out the door.

Uh... why isn't her reaction what I expected?

Thirty seconds later, she came rushing back into the room with a baseball bat, chasing after me and beating me mercilessly.

"Pervert! Pervert! Monster!" she yelled as she hit me, "A legged electric massager is even more disgusting!"

I never imagined that my first challenge after evolving would be a thirteen-hour obstacle course chase.

During this time, quite a few people came to check on me outside.

"I heard even mice have appeared in Xiaocheng's room," a voice as clear as a wind chime said.

"Mice!" The cute voice trembled with fear.

"Why did Xiao Cheng suddenly become so violent?" A soft voice asked worriedly, "Could it be the drug from last night..."

"Shh...don't mention it." A voice as clear as a wind chime seemed to want to cover it up as she hurriedly led the others away.

"Heroine, spare me!" I ran for my life in the room, hiding in every hole and crack, but she tore the shelter to rubble one by one. She was completely broken, her eyes radiating murderous intent, wanting only to kill me.

I was exhausted and almost collapsed, but I dared not stop, running until the east was bright with light. She had to go to class, and the chase finally ended. I collapsed to the ground, too exhausted to get up.

Women...they really are terrifying creatures!

I turned over, staring at the patterns on the ceiling. If I had known she would be so angry, I would have kept things as they were, but it was pointless to say anything now.

I rubbed my aching body, wanting only to rest, but then I accidentally fell asleep.

At first, it was a series of short, meaningless dreams strung together, but then I felt a sharp pain, as if I were being whipped, and my body was burning hot, as if I were about to burst into flames. When I opened my eyes, I realized it wasn't a dream.

I writhed in pain, but gritted my teeth, afraid to make a sound. Was it a side effect of the drug? Absolutely! I answered myself. Since descending to earth, I had only taken that one thing.

Damn it, what kind of rotten drug was that… I should have known that doctors and pharmacists lived in hell!

What should I do? Would I die here like this… No, I'm already dead.

I looked up and saw the phone on the low cabinet, and a strong will to survive ignited within me. Where to call, who to call—at that moment, I had no time to think. My head kept screaming: Call 119! Someone will come to help you! As for the consequences of being discovered, I didn't care.

I clutched my stomach, crawling on the ground with one hand and two legs. It was only a few steps between me and the low cabinet, but in my blurred vision, it seemed like I could never reach it.

My legs were sore, numb, and weak that I fell several times along the way. With my extraordinary willpower, I finally managed to stand up by holding onto the low cabinet. But one difficulty after another followed. No matter how hard I tried to stand on my tiptoes and stretch out my right hand, I was still a few centimeters away from the phone.

Was fate truly going to kill me? The pain wasn't just in my vision; my consciousness was blurring too. If I couldn't reach the phone soon, I thought I might faint.

I strained and strained, pushing myself to the limit as if trying to tear my limbs apart, and finally, my hand touched something.

Great! I gripped the phone with elation, but that wasn't enough; I still couldn't reach the phone button. I pulled on the phone cord, trying to rip the phone off little by little, but the more I pulled, the lower the cabinet sank.

Strange, what was happening? Looking at the cabinet gradually lowering and the phone slowly shrinking, I was filled with doubt.

Looking at my hand, perhaps because the phone was getting smaller, I didn't think anything was wrong, but when I looked at the surrounding furniture that was also sinking, I finally realized something.

No… maybe it wasn't like that.

I turned around and looked at the full-length mirror behind me. A man's image was reflected in the mirror.

The excruciating pain had subsided somehow. I stared blankly at myself in the mirror, unsure how to react.

I had become human.

Was this really not a dream?

Staring at myself in the mirror, I wasn't bad-looking, though I didn't know if it was what I looked like in my previous life. My appearance, like my name, belonged to the key memories, stripped away by the gatekeeper.

After the initial shock, tears streamed down my face, but a wide smile involuntarily crept onto my lips. Great, truly great! That bottle of medicine really fulfilled my wish; I finally didn't have to live as an electric vibrator anymore. I never imagined the side effects of the medicine would turn me into a human, or perhaps it simply had some kind of chemical reaction with the silicone. If that were the case, I was incredibly lucky!

Although I had suffered a lot because of that ugly body, I was now completely intoxicated by the joy of becoming human, casting aside all my resentment towards the gatekeeper—and then, tragedy struck!

She pushed open the door. Even worse, I was naked!

What happened next… well, you can guess what I can imagine.

“Aaaaaah! Pervert!” she screamed, covering her face, while I covered my genitals and fled the door.

"Xiao Cheng is screaming!" a soft voice exclaimed.

"Yoto, quickly call the school bus driver to wait! There's a pervert in our room, we need his help to catch him!" a slightly firm female voice said, "Feng Hua and Liu Ya, you two come with me!"

"Waaah... don't leave Sama alone..." the owner of the cute voice sobbed.

"Don't be afraid, security will be here soon. You and Yin You watch the front and back doors, don't let the bad guy get away."

"Okay..."

Several responses came from downstairs, followed by a jumble of footsteps echoing in the stairwell. Then someone pressed the alarm, and the entire dormitory immediately sounded a piercing alarm.

Oh no, this is a big mess! I listened intently to the information they provided while running frantically down the corridor, desperately searching for a hiding place. There weren't many rooms in the corridor, so I tried each one, finally finding an unlocked room. I immediately hid inside, locked the door from the inside, but then, thinking it wasn't right, I unlocked it again.

This room is on the same floor as the pretty landlady's. The three girls and the school bus driver will be here soon, and the security personnel will be a problem too. I must keep everything as it is to avoid being exposed too quickly.

I looked around for a place to hide temporarily, but the options were limited. At this moment, I missed the convenience of an electric massager. No matter how curled up a human body is, it's impossible to hide under the footrest of a desk.

Putting aside where to hide, this is really a lovely bedroom! The furnishings are roughly the same as the pretty landlady's, except that the walls are covered with pink wallpaper with teddy bear patterns, and the picture frames, clock, table, chairs, and carpet are all in a sweet pink color scheme.

The bookshelves are crammed with dessert recipes and fairy tale picture books. I think the owner of the room must be a dreamy girl. There are all kinds of plush toys everywhere, the most eye-catching being a teddy bear sitting on the bed, leaning against the bedside table, about 170 centimeters tall.

Scattered around the teddy bear were knitting needles, yarn, and a half-finished doll's dress. On the dressing table to the left of the bed, a group of clay gnomes were having a picnic, while little elves, drawn by the aroma, peeked enviously from behind bottles and jars—they were undeniably adorable.

Wait, I don't have time to pay attention to any of that right now! The pursuers are almost here, and I'm still so leisurely!

I shoved myself under the bed, knowing the chances of being discovered were high, but what else could I do?

The ostrich mentality isn't laughable; it's tragic.

I buried my head in my hands, faintly hearing my beautiful landlady lamenting my visual assault. Although I was the unintentional perpetrator and an innocent victim, compared to my miserable situation, I couldn't help but sympathize with her and stand on her side.

After all, she was originally a pure girl! If she can't find a boyfriend because of this, I'm willing to shoulder this heavy responsibility, even if it means giving myself to her and working like a slave for her. After all, I cruelly polluted a young girl's pure heart, and even divine retribution wouldn't be too much.

After hearing her story, the girls cursed me, calling me a lecher, one after another. Once she calmed down a bit, the group launched a massive search. Hearing their deathly voices, my blood boiled. If they caught me, I'd be torn to pieces, but I was trapped like a turtle in a jar, unable to escape.

Their footsteps slowly approached, and my heart felt like it would leap out of my chest. All I could do was silently chant the names of every god and Buddha I could think of, praying to slow them down.

Unexpectedly, they actually stopped.

"Wait, everyone," a melodious voice called out.

"What is it?" a cute voice asked.

"The security guards are here."

My praise instantly turned into a curse.

The synchronized footsteps approached, slowing down as they came to a halt.

“We’re finally here,” said the girl who had shouted “Catch the guy!” “It’s faster than I expected.”

“Have you confirmed the target’s location?” a cold, ruthless male voice asked.

“Not yet, but we’re sure he’s still in the room.”

“Is everyone in the dorm here?” the man asked again.

“Yes, everyone’s here.”

“We’ve ruled out the possibility of the enemy taking hostages.” The man paused for half a second before saying, “Now, please retreat to the first floor and find cover. Leave the rest to us.”

He took over the task in a few words.

“Xiao Cheng, let’s go, let’s go sit in the living room and wait,” a voice as melodious as a wind chime said.

“Yeah, let’s go, let’s go!” The owner of the cute voice jumped up and down happily.

The girls left one by one, while I vaguely sensed a strange, tense atmosphere. Maybe I was overthinking it, but why did it feel like they were clearing the area first to use insecticide to kill pests?

"Listen up! The enemy may have already made their deployment. Be careful during the operation. The top priority for this mission is to subdue the enemy. If the enemy is armed and attempts to resist, you are allowed to shoot them on the spot." A cold, ruthless male voice gave the order.

"Yes, sir!" At least seven or eight voices responded with full force.

"Very good. Dismissed. Proceed in groups of three. Dismissed!"

The group immediately and decisively dispersed, launching their assault.

I'm really doomed this time! My legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Less than a minute later, the door to my hiding room was kicked open, and three heavily armed security guards, wielding submachine guns and wearing black hoods, entered and began a thorough search. They checked under the bed, the wardrobe, and the balcony, even the curtains and behind the teddy bears, and even moved the desk and dressing table to check them.

I buried myself in a pile of plush toys on the bed, peeking through the gaps to observe their actions, cold sweat pouring down my back.

This can't be real! These aren't security guards, they're special forces! The security at Sefer Academy is ridiculously high!

Their actions were swift and efficient; if it had been twenty seconds later, I certainly wouldn't have escaped. Luckily, at the last second, I transformed back into my massage stick form, managing to turn the tide.

They didn't think a dozen or so plush toys would be enough to conceal one person, so they withdrew immediately without finding me, moving on to the next suspicious location. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Surviving such a close call was certainly something to celebrate, but it also meant my joy was fleeting, and turning back into a human was just a short-lived dream. I was still just an electric massager with limbs.

Even though they were gone, I didn't dare make a move. A few minutes later, after searching the entire dormitory without success, they retreated to the first floor. Only then did I emerge from the sweltering pile of plush toys, tiptoeing to the door and eavesdropping through the crack.

"Mission complete. Target confirmed escape," a cold, ruthless male voice announced.

"Impossible! We've blocked all the entrances and exits. He couldn't possibly have escaped!" a strong female voice exclaimed.

"It's alright, Feiyue. If we can't find him, so be it," the pretty landlady advised.

"Xiaocheng, how can you say such a thing? A pervert in the girls' dormitory is a very serious matter!" she said indignantly.

"This…"

"If you ladies don't mind, I will install surveillance cameras in necessary locations within the room to ensure your safety," the cold, ruthless male voice said.

"Objection!" Almost all the girls shouted in unison, "This is a form of spying!"

"If you disagree, we won't force you," the man said. "Since the other party was able to break through the encirclement of a dozen people and escape without a trace, they must have considerable military background. If you ladies are unwilling to set up a defense line due to privacy concerns, please be more careful in the future."

I don't know if I'm being paranoid, but I always felt that he was either subtly mocking the girls' defenses for being full of loopholes, or he suspected that the pretty landlady was just seeing things.

The pursuit failed, and there was no point in keeping the security personnel around. After the roll call, they retreated from the dormitory in neat steps. I leaned on the balcony and watched the group of special forces soldiers board the military vehicle one by one. The man who spoke was easy to recognize; he was the one who looked most like the commander.

He was the last to step onto the military vehicle. Before driving off, he coldly said to the door, "If the same thing happens again in the future, we shouldn't need to intervene. If your bones haven't rusted, dealing with this problem will be as easy as drinking water. I hope I'm not overestimating you, Drake's daughter."

Drake's daughter? What did that mean? My mind was full of questions.

Less than ten seconds after the military vehicle slowly drove away, a volcanic roar resounded through the sky: "I'm furious! What kind of attitude is that? That wretched old man Harrison, so what if he's been to the battlefield!"

"Old man? He looks only in his thirties..." "

So what if he's in his thirties? He's known my dad for twenty years, what else could he be but an old man!" The murderous voice was like a bomb had been swallowed. "That wretched old man, daring to mock me like that. Fine, I'll show you what I'm capable of and catch that exhibitionist!"

"No landmines in the yard!" Several voices immediately stopped them.

Landmines? Were they joking?

"Why? Landmines are cheap and effective!" The fiery voice immediately deflated. "They're just a little troublesome to dismantle, but we've already bought them..."

"Then return them!" The bell-like voice snapped. "Didn't you cause the school to change three drivers and two mail carriers last month because of this, and you didn't even catch a thief!"

"That was just bad luck. Weren't we very successful before? When we caught the underwear thief, you even said..."

"Before that was before. Now the school has issued an ultimatum: if you dare to plant another landmine on school grounds, you will be expelled immediately. This is more important than catching the pervert!"

"Oh, okay..." Hearing the words "expulsion," she immediately became as docile as a mouse seeing a cat.

Giving up is fine. If she really planted a landmine, only innocent people would suffer. I thought to myself.

At least this crisis is over safely. I can relax now. I crawled over the windowsill, returned to the room, and gently closed the screen window.

"What was that sound?" she suddenly asked, while the others exclaimed, "Huh?"

"Sure enough!" a fiery voice boomed. "That pervert is still here!" Her footsteps pounded as she rushed up the stairs.

Did she have super hearing?

Startled, I leaped onto the bed, burrowing back into the pile of plush toys for cover. Just as I'd balanced the last rabbit plush toy on my head, the door was kicked open without warning.

Good heavens, she was fast!

A petite, red-haired girl was enveloped in flames, her large, bright eyes glaring fiercely at the bedroom, where the furniture wasn't yet fully in place.

She possessed an athletic, vibrant beauty. Perhaps due to regular exercise, her skin was supple and radiant, and combined with her petite figure and agile movements, she radiated a captivating charm like the sun. But now, she was carrying an unimaginably enormous object on her shoulder, nearly causing me to fall onto the bed.

A… a rocket launcher?!

What kind of people live in this dormitory?!

Although it looked like a toy, judging by the weight on her shoulder, I preferred to believe it was real.

"Hiyuki, be gentle! If you break the door, you'll have to fix it!" the cute voice panted. A moment later, a blonde, blue-eyed girl arrived at the door. Upon seeing the destructive weapon on the athletic girl's shoulder, she exclaimed in alarm, "Wait! Are you trying to blow up my room?"

"Sama, what's wrong?" a melodious voice called out.

"Ugh... Fuuka, look! Hiyuki's here again!" Sama rushed into the hallway and pulled the melodious girl over. The remaining four girls slowly walked to the door, waiting to see the show.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven—seven girls with different appearances and unique beauty stood together, enough to make any man in the world swoon! Aside from the beautiful landlady, I was seeing the other girls for the first time today. With so many people, I couldn't tell them apart; I could only distinguish them by their voices and how they addressed each other.

Feng Hua, the girl with a voice like a wind chime, immediately questioned Fei Yue upon seeing the sporty girl's outfit: "Fei Yue, didn't you say you returned this thing a long time ago? How come it's still in your hands?"

"I did return it," Fei Yue quickly explained, "but Mason said the seven-day inspection period has long passed, so I can't..."

"I don't care what that snobbish arms dealer says," Feng Hua's attitude was very firm, "If you want to return it, there's nothing you can't return!"

"Feng Hua is so bold!" Sha Zhen clapped her hands, not understanding.

"I've said it several times, but he just won't let me return it," Fei Yue weakly argued.

"Oh, really?" Feng Hua put her hands on her hips, clearly not believing this clumsy excuse. "Then tell him this: if he refuses to accept the return, we'll just forgo our money, and send the shells back to his lair for free, blowing up his armory in a chain reaction, and see if he dares to do it again!"

"Okay, I understand," Fei Yue helplessly put down the cannon, "I'll go back to my room and fill out the return form."

She left dejectedly, dragging the cannon barrel with her. Sama immediately grasped Fuuka's hand gratefully, saying, "Thank you, Fuuka, you saved my doll!"

"I saved our lives," Fuuka declared. "If the house were razed to the ground by Hiei, we'd be dead too."

"Even so, you're still my doll's savior!"

"Let's just say that

," Sama said. *I wasn't being modest!* I thought to myself.

Fuuka sighed, "Really! I already have Mason taking a 200% tax, where does Hiei get so much spare money to buy all that unnecessary stuff?" She took out her little booklet and looked at it. "Excuse me, Sama, I need to go back to my room to make a phone call."

"Oh." Sama looked at her snow-white neck and back, and asked the question that had been on my mind for me: "What is Fuuka talking about? Does she have a relationship with that guy named Mason?"

"Yes," a soft voice said.

"What do you know? Tell me quickly, Yotsuba!" she said coquettishly.

The girl named Yotsuba said unhurriedly, "Feng Hua's family is in business. I heard her brother is an arms dealer and a close partner of Mason. Feng Hua forbids them from selling weapons to Fei Yue, and even if Fei Yue wants to buy, she has to pay heavy taxes. In fact, Mason often gives Fei Yue a discount privately because Fei Yue is his partner's classmate, which is a way of giving face to Feng Hua's family."

"I see." Sama listened, stunned. "Then why don't you tell Feng Hua about this?"

Yotsuba just smiled and didn't say anything.

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