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

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family business suffered losses again, and the market value of their investment bonds plummeted, bringing them close to bankruptcy. My dad even stopped smoking his favorite cigarettes. When I suddenly came home, I saw that my mom was cooking the most ordinary kind of food. My career, which I had initially planned to build myself up without relying on my family, was a complete mess. The pressure at work led to depression, and I contemplated suicide several times. Fortunately, my family discovered something was wrong and pulled me back from the brink of hanging.
My dad has always been an atheist, but these past few days, my money-grubbing mom has started praying to gods and Buddhas, which has been completely ineffective. My dad scolded her for this for several days. In the end, it was my dad who made a phone call and found an old classmate he hadn't contacted in a long time. The two had a falling out over religious matters and hadn't been in contact for nearly thirty years. However, after my father explained to him that our family was on the verge of collapse, that person still helped find an old man to come to our house.

The old man walked around our house for a long time, and finally pointed at me, saying, "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 live to see next year." My father's face turned very 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 'it's all over' mean?" the old man asked anxiously.

"It means that your destined fortune and wealth are already predetermined. The good luck you are destined to receive is limited, and even benefactors can't help you anymore..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man started sobbing. Even when fortune tellers are charlatans trying to swindle money, they might say a few kind words, but now the old man just kept shaking his head and didn't say a single kind word.

"Is there really no other way?" Dad said

. "No, the male descendants of your family have reached their end. It's a pity that your family had a daughter who died young, otherwise she would have been destined for wealth and honor, and your family would have been supported and prosperous."

...

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 because of the one-child policy, she had an abortion. Just when I thought the fortune-telling was over, the next day Mom invited a shaman from my maternal grandmother's side of the family. A great-aunt also came with her. She told me that it was this shaman who foresaw the good fortune in this marriage, which is why my mom married my dad, who was quite wealthy at the time.

The shaman gave our family a crooked and unorthodox solution: she could summon the lingering spirit of my deceased sister, making me completely relinquish everything I possess as a man. From then on, I would live by borrowing her destiny, but I would have to willingly merge with this spirit, both physically and emotionally. Furthermore, this spirit harbored resentment, so as a woman, I would ultimately have to marry to fulfill her wish.

My father was utterly shocked. However, the shaman then explained that by doing so, I could live the full lifespan my sister was destined for, and a portion of her abundant blessings and wealth would also be transferred to my current family. My money-grubbing mother immediately nodded repeatedly, her eyes gleaming like a chicken pecking at rice. My father had initially been clearly opposed, but strangely enough, just after the sorceress pressed my head and "summoned" my sister's remnant spirit, a business partner he hadn't contacted in a long time 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 been secretly reading some gender-swap stories about becoming a girl. I didn't feel much resistance to them, but hearing that I was going to be married off to someone else made my mind wander. Thinking about how I would have to serve my in-laws and be 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 already stored the remaining remnant soul in a necklace she had brought, and I had to wear it all the time until I got married.

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 personally helped me put on the necklace. I felt a strange sensation in my body, but I couldn't quite put my finger on 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 women every day for feminization hypnosis and to be taught how to do makeup and dress up. At the same time, in preparation for the gender reassignment surgery, the beauty salon had me start taking some estrogen-based medications.

A little over a month later, although the contours of my face hadn't changed much, I looked more feminine in the mirror, with a more womanly air. My skin had also become smoother and more delicate, making me look like a girl with super short hair.

The next day, my mom helped me put on a cheongsam and high heels, and a wig. Then my dad took me to a small banquet. Most of the guests were friends my dad hadn't contacted in a long time, mostly doctors. These were the first high-society people to congratulate my family on returning to the upper-middle class. My dad looked radiant and full of energy, proving that all the changes I had made were meaningful. Because we had been informed beforehand, everyone knew that Old Li's son had become a daughter. Many of those present were highly educated medical elites, and they not only showed no aversion to this, but also congratulated me on my newfound life.

My dad did most of the talking, while I simply followed my mom's instructions, dressed in a cheongsam, and gracefully walked around toasting the uncles. After a long discussion, we finalized the details: a few days later, I would go to Uncle Gao's private clinic for more advanced feminization treatment.

A few days later, I arrived at this Uncle Gao's private clinic in a taxi, wearing a long dress. Although he was called "uncle," he was ten years younger than my father. However, since he and my father had already become friends, I could only call him "uncle." Once inside, his personal assistant led me to the examination room. A nurse helped me remove my dress, and shortly after, he came in. I immediately became very embarrassed, covering my genitals, my face burning. Due to the hormones I'd been taking for over a month, my muscles had atrophied considerably, and I now felt as frail as a girl's body.

Thankfully, he said he'd seen this kind of situation many times and asked me to open my hands for him to examine me. The nurse, noticing my embarrassment, gently pulled my hands away.

"Haha, Uncle used to hold you and help you pee when you were little. I can't believe it's still the same after all this time."

Yes, my little chick is still a soft little thing due to hormones, the size of a newborn baby.

"Those were truly memorable times. I misjudged it and soaked your Uncle Wang's pants." Uncle Gao and the nurse next to him burst into laughter.

But my face immediately turned bright red, because what flashed through my mind was a cross-dressing novel I had read before: in it, a bankrupt father made his son dress as a woman to serve his old friends in exchange for their financial support. The most thrilling scene in the novel was Uncle Wang, my father's friend, grinning lewdly as he held his "great niece" like a child, watching her urinate on the grass, her face flushed.

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; you can get married in a few more months," Uncle Gao said, handing the report to the nurse. The nurse then continued with my admission procedures, and hearing about getting married made my face even redder.

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

My dad, with his extraordinary connections, canceled my original identity document and obtained a female identity card for me through the relevant authorities. In this country, money truly is everything.

The next day, while I was still pondering whether it was all worth it, my mother happily placed a college admission notice on my hospital bed.

Indeed, I had previously told my mother that I didn't want to find a boyfriend while working, 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 mother also gave me a doctor's diagnosis of Müllerian duct syndrome, stating that I had been raised as a boy since childhood, and later it was discovered that I had a set of female reproductive organs (of course, I don't actually have them yet). I am currently receiving estrogen therapy, and in the future, once my penis is removed and a vaginal opening is reconstructed, I will be able to give birth normally.

To put it simply, my current identity is that of an intersex person with underdeveloped testicles since childhood. I just underwent testicular removal surgery and can now openly date men because my certificate confirms my fertility. In

the two

weeks following my testicle removal, my dad's business orders kept piling up, and the company's profits soared. At this point, it was too late for regrets. Watching my dad, beaming with pride, smoking the finest cigarettes, I felt that all the discomfort I endured in the past ten days after the surgery was worthwhile.

Because my penis hasn't been removed yet, the school can't assign me to a boys' or girls' dormitory, so I have to rent an apartment outside.

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

Little did I know that shortly after starting university, someone had obtained my information through the student council. 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' club. Want to join?" Good heavens!

The Spring Dream club! I knew about this club from my school days. They secretly organized a group of dozens of people on campus, specifically targeting female students as prostitutes. They were infamous. I never imagined this organization would still exist today. A few years ago, before I graduated, I saw one of the school prostitutes from their organization. At that time, people were constantly speculating about her identity as she walked down the street, pointing and whispering everywhere. Yet, she still walked right up to the leaders of the Spring Dream Society without any hesitation, confirming the rumors that she was a school prostitute. Everyone said that she was completely controlled by the leaders of the Spring Dream Society and couldn't break free until she graduated.

"I heard you used to be a boy, so you've seen all those porn movies and erotic novels, huh?"

As he spoke, one of the boys stuffed a cloth into my mouth and held my hands down. Another boy pulled down my underwear through my skirt and then lifted my skirt, exposing my fair, childlike little mushroom between my two white, sexy thighs. A third boy, who had somehow put on medical gloves, dipped them in 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 will experience a complete orgasm. Of course, more importantly, we inject you girls with a long-lasting aphrodisiac that will take effect 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 cloth from my mouth. There were already three girls and seven or eight boys at two tables. I was very familiar with this stall. When I was a student, I often came here to drink with my roommates. I never thought that this time I would become a hostess to entertain them. Sitting in the same place yet playing completely different roles created a stark contrast in identities that made me feel like I was in another world.

According to the club's rules, the girls were supposed to keep pouring drinks for the boys, and the feminization hypnosis I had undergone at the beauty salon made me feel that I should do so. Before we'd even finished one round of drinks, the boy sitting next to me put his hand under my skirt, touching my clitoris with unusual skill, playing with it for several minutes as if it were a girl's clitoris, before pulling it out and joining in a drinking game. It seemed like this wasn't the first time they'd done this. At that moment, the girl sitting next to me also had her hand touched by another boy, but she seemed unresponsive, continuing to eat. My rational mind told me I should shout for help, but surprisingly, I didn't feel much aversion to being touched by men.

Another point is that, as a man, I've always had a strong voyeuristic desire for school prostitutes, but I've never had the chance to observe them up close. Now that I'm here, I really want to stay and see what this kind of school prostitute gathering is all about.

Next, to the right of the girl being groped at the next table, a big guy challenged her to a drinking game. She lost in no time, and the guy 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 put it back on the table. The girl didn't hesitate and swallowed it all in one gulp.

Because I didn't know how to play the drinking game, I didn't participate. After drinking for a while, they even encouraged the beer girls at the food stall to drink their "special beer," but of course, the beer salesgirls didn't fall for it. And I recognized the beer girl. Luckily, she didn't recognize me. When I came back from the restroom, I overheard their conversation. They said the three men who carried me to the food stall were sent by the boss to train me. To hear more, I soon made an excuse to go to the restroom again. I circled around a couple of times and hid in a dark corner to eavesdrop, planning to escape later.

From their conversation, I learned that the Spring Dream Society used me as a special selling point, catering specifically to men who liked crossdressers.

Then, from my angle, I saw the prettiest long-legged girl in the audience take off her slippers and stretch her feet onto 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.

"So, you slut, you want to run away, huh?" Ah

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

“Alright, Mei, you start teaching her her first lesson.”

As she said this, the girl I later called Sister Mei kissed me. Knowing I had always been a boy, she didn't refuse. After a while, she pulled my hand to touch her breasts, and she touched my slightly developed, girlish breasts in return. 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, and then pulled my feet over and placed them together. A special feeling came again. The feminization hypnosis I had undergone before hadn't taught me to do this. Giving a boy footjob for the first time, from a superior female perspective, felt like unlocking a lock on my heart, especially since I had just become a girl.

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

Chapter Three

: When I woke up, my bed was scattered with a large number of Polaroid photos. They showed me performing various lewd acts: smearing semen on my face and licking my lips, giving a seductive look as I used my feet to rub a man's penis, and sitting on top of a man while being penetrated and simultaneously caressing two other men. I knew things were going badly. Just then, Sister Mei walked 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 behavior of giving a man a footjob last night would be all over the place, and you wouldn't be able to get married in the future."

"But..."

"You've already voluntarily given your feet to a man to rub, do you still think you're not a woman?"

As she spoke, she handed me the bottle of drink.

“This is a special American-made nutritional supplement. 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 supplement to replenish

your nutrients. This way, you can use your back door to serve men anytime. In 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 learning for two hours, two more men knocked on the door. Sister Mei opened it for them. In their words, they wanted to use a series of pleasures to make me completely submissive, to make me utterly 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 I recorded during that period, they can see that I went from reluctantly climbing onto the men after they applied the drugs to me, to obediently moving closer to suck on their penises whenever they were slapped, and then lifting up my skirt to expose my vulva whenever a man patted my butt. In Mei Jie's words, I was completely tamed by the aphrodisiacs during those two weeks 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 made me wear men's clothes and 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 a few minutes, I 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 contacted and found a matching young woman's uterus and vagina, which were perfectly preserved using the latest technology. I only needed to wait two months for my body to mature through the modification of female hormones before I could undergo the transplant. So this time, I confidently declared my female identity.

It was obvious that my appearance as a cross-dresser was incredibly attractive. Walking directly into the boys' dormitory was something none of the school prostitutes had ever dared to attempt before, yet I did it with ease, and I wasn't afraid of the administrators' spot checks. Then I began a life of changing men every night. During this process, all the boys transferred money to Boss Mi via air transfer; I didn't receive a single penny. Some even lied to me, saying they had already paid and asking me to play the flute for them. I later discovered it was a lie, but I didn't pursue their actions. This caused quite a stir, and in the end, Boss Mi had to step in and stop me, pulling me out of the boys' dormitory. In just over ten days, I was promiscuous, crawling through almost every stairwell and staircase late at night. I was literally crawling on the ground like a female dog. If a boy who couldn't sleep saw me, I would be dragged into the dormitory and fucked hard.

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 taking advantage of these junior students. There was even a junior in the five-year program who was still in the same dormitory. I had met him once before, but I became a bitch, crawling on the ground while being fucked, slowly crawling past his dormitory door. I even deliberately lay on the carpet at the door for a few seconds. It was so exciting that I couldn't help but moan and almost attracted the attention of the administrator. Later, every time I thought back to that moment, I felt that I was really extremely lewd.

"***, come out and see! My former classmate has become a bitch being fucked in front of your door. Open the door and you can fuck me too!" My inner monologue turned into muffled moans. The boy behind me thought he was unusually virile, so he grabbed my waist and fucked me hard before ejaculating deep inside me.

After that, I don't know how much money Boss Mi made from me, but I got hooked and started showing off late at night when no one was around at school. I deliberately climbed onto the platform for figure drawing in the art department and posed for selfies with a tripod. I also avoided the patrol officers' time to crawl on the campus path wearing a collar. I even took a naked photo in front of the school's most famous landmark, just in case this photo was ever exposed, everyone would know that this school had produced a slutty bitch like me.

But I couldn't hide this from Sister Mei, because she was now living with me, and soon Boss Mi also found out about my fetish. My breasts were also starting to grow, so I couldn't risk going into the boys' dormitory anymore.

Boss Mi arranged for me to sit in the last row of the lecture hall and secretly give a boy a handjob. After I finished, the junior looked very nervous, but I put on a serious expression, continuing to take notes with my right hand while slowly taking out the condom along with the semen with my left, then putting it in my mouth like chewing gum. Then I stood up, straightened my skirt, turned around, and secretly sat in a seat a little closer to the front.

The junior in the back, who was still daydreaming, watched me nonchalantly continuing to listen to the lecture in the front row. Especially since my capable and composed demeanor gave me a senior-sister feel, and my mouth looked like I was really chewing gum, the boy who had just finished giving me a handjob almost ejaculated again.

Chapter Four:

A week later, I was sent off campus by Boss Mi. The car that picked me up was a notorious "campus prostitute van" circulating among the university's elite. Little did I know that years later, I would be the one sitting in that van, being sent off to be prostituted. When the van finally stopped, I was startled. It was actually a hotel owned by my high school classmate, A-Dong's family. However, I had no choice but to go up. Luckily, there was a mask in the van. I quickly put it on and got out. Wearing high heels, I couldn't walk fast, and I couldn't even run upstairs. Fortunately, the receptionist was a new girl. I ignored her disdainful look and went straight to room 603. Just as I was about to reach room 603, I heard A-Dong's father's hoarse voice coming from afar!

Startled, I quickly opened the door and hid in my room. I still vividly remembered the room's layout, because a few years ago, several of my high school classmates and I stayed up all night watching the World Cup here, in room 602 next door. Back then, while we were watching the game, we heard moaning coming from next door. All the boys there even cursed the prostitute next door through the wall. I never imagined that a few years later, I would end up behind that wall, becoming the "prostitute who willingly offered herself up" that everyone was talking about. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but fear being discovered by A-Dong's father, wondering what I would do if I was found out when I went out later.

I simply couldn't imagine Ah Dong finding out that his good friend was selling himself to a client in his hotel room, then being fucked on the white sheets until his intestines were filled with semen, and finally walking past him nonchalantly in his high heels.

But I didn't have time to think about it; the client came in a few minutes after I entered.

Sister Mei was worried I'd be awkward meeting a client who wasn't young, handsome, or in good shape, so she gave me a strong aphrodisiac beforehand. I took the opportunity to swallow it and then began to examine the client closely. This client was called Brother Niu; although not handsome, he was very strong.

A brief chat revealed that he was a lottery winner who wanted to experience the thrill of being a crossdresser. Clearly, Boss Mi hadn't told him everything about me, and I was too lazy to explain further. My body was already aroused, and Brother Niu quickly stripped me naked. Barefoot, he pulled me to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and eagerly pulled me into the shower with him. I'd always fantasized about having a girlfriend and taking showers together, but before that dream could even come true, I was now lying face down in front of the mirror, a man rubbing my newly developed breasts and massaging my body. And the movements were so natural, as if my body had already undergone a transformation under the influence of drugs before I even realized it.

Before I could even rub myself a few times, before the bathroom had even warmed up, I was carried like a little girl and placed on the mahogany boss's table in the lobby. Brother Niu handed me a towel, and I dried myself off and put on my secretary's uniform as he instructed. Then I crawled under the table. Unexpectedly, as soon as Brother Niu sat down and I put his penis in my mouth, he ejaculated inside me. The effects of the drug hadn't worn off yet, and without thinking, I swallowed all the semen. I enjoyed cleaning his penis with my tongue, and after slowly arousing him, he pulled me onto the bed and watched porn before having sex with me. I was kneeling when he pulled my hands behind my back, but he seemed a little dissatisfied. He pulled out, went to the side, put on a suit, and then asked me if I knew how to role-play.

Of course, Boss Mi didn't arrange as many services for me, but that didn't faze me. After our bodies reunited, I readily slipped into character.

"..."

"Little Li, you've let me down! Look at you now!"

"Brother Niu, I'm sorry..."

"What did I tell you?"

"You wanted me to grow quickly, to become your right-hand man and share your workload."

"But look at what you've become!" "

I've become a cross-dressing secretary, someone's right-hand woman, sharing the boss's sexual desires."

"..."

Before the dialogue could continue, Brother Niu ejaculated inside me again.

I hadn't expected this customer to be a premature ejaculator. Luckily, he was very generous, giving me double the money on top of what Boss Mi was supposed to pay. With such a good customer, I naturally asked him to shield me from other people's gazes and help me safely return to the car.

However, the driver, Brother Luo, was already very impatient. He pulled me to a secluded grassy area and made me give him oral sex. Fortunately, the long-lasting effects of the drug Sister Mei gave me hadn't worn off yet. Perhaps she had already anticipated this situation, which was that every school prostitute who was picked up for dispatch had to help the driver relieve his lust.

"You school prostitutes, no matter how many generations you come from, are all so cheap. I've slept with all the pretty ones, and some of the ones I don't even like take the initiative to ask me to have sex in the car, asking me to take them for a drive..."

Brother Luo, who was cursing fiercely, was also a premature ejaculator. Perhaps he had been holding back for too long in the car. After getting out of the car, I went back to the back seat, touching the seat where countless school prostitutes had been raped, and listened to Luo Ge tell his stories about his car rides.

"The most exciting one, let me tell you, was when a foot fetishist customer ordered four school prostitutes to sit in the back. He lay on the carpet and let the four of them stomp on him barefoot, and he wanted me to go for a drive. I held back for over two hours, driving around and letting him do whatever he wanted in the back..."

I thought about what would happen if I were a guy and had money, but I quickly dismissed the idea.

Now, I'm someone who sits in a car with my sisters, stomping on men, and I can never go back to the past.

Chapter Five.

In the following month or so, besides the arrangements made by Boss Mi, I also developed a taste for sex and would frequently invite upperclassmen and underclassmen out for sex, writhing and pleasuring them. She was repeatedly sent to various high-end hotels as a prostitute.

Two months passed quickly. As agreed, my mother took me to Uncle Gao's private clinic for vaginal and uterine transplant surgery, and my penis was removed. Although I had started squatting to urinate after taking hormones, the newly transplanted involuntary muscles made it take me a long time to master how to use the toilet like a girl.

However, after this surgery, Boss Mi arranged fewer men for me because I no longer had my penis and was no longer a selling point. I became like an ordinary girl, and I wasn't as pretty as Sister Mei and her sisters. Gradually, fewer and fewer men came to see me. But I couldn't get married without removing my penis. According to the fortune teller's requirements, I had to completely transform into a woman.

Not long after my uterus transplant, my father's business unsurprisingly expanded even further, while I suffered a heartbreak and was practically estranged from the Spring Dream Society. The aphrodisiac that Boss Mi used to control me also stopped being administered. After some negotiation, I bought the antidote from Boss Mi—the kind of antidote the Spring Dream Society members only received upon graduation—officially terminating my contract with the society.

This gave me a lot of free time. During the day, I attended classes or went to the library to read books that interested me, and in the evenings, I would go to bars. It was there that I met Wei Hua, with whom I got along very well.

Weihua was an Uber driver, and I must say he was incredibly lazy. He'd stop driving once he'd earned enough to cover his own expenses, which gave him time to hang out at bars.

That night, we were both quite drunk. He said he liked gender-swapped girls like me—I wasn't nagging and had a special charm. Having not had sex with a guy for over two weeks, I was flattered and, in my excitement, took him to my rented apartment, which I now lived in alone.

After a wild night of passion, we became casual sex partners. Weihua, lacking ambition, was obsessed with sex. Every few days, he'd invite me to a love hotel or have sex in his car. Eventually, without a doubt, his apartment became our love nest.

As my relationship with Weihua rapidly intensified, the emptiness and loss I felt after leaving the Spring Dream Society vanished without a trace.

Just when I thought Weihua and I would continue like this forever, Weihua told me something unexpected. He said that the day before yesterday, a photo of the two of us was posted on his blog and seen by an uncle from his hometown. The uncle noticed something amiss with the necklace around my neck. His uncle had previously studied some metaphysics with a greedy old Taoist priest who wasn't exactly from a reputable lineage.

Weihua said that if I didn't believe him, I could find someone trustworthy to tell me the root of the problem. I didn't know

that

for the past few months, my dad had been constantly giving money to the shaman. Besides large sums of money, he even used his connections to help her find her long-lost younger brother, for which the shaman 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 hope to earn even more.

When I finally found some time to tell my dad that another person in the underworld had noticed something amiss with the necklace around my neck, my dad, who had been blinded by the sense of accomplishment of returning to high society, finally regained his vigilance. Having navigated the business world for years, he naturally knew the importance of comparing prices, but everything had been going too smoothly for the past few months, making him temporarily blinded by his windfall. Instead of telling me to go find Wei Hua's uncle immediately, my dad cautiously contacted someone he trusted first.

Speaking of which, the person my family knew and trusted was that old gentleman from before; last time, he only charged a small transportation fee, proving himself to be 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 seeing me, who had previously said I wouldn't live past next year, 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 with me to my husband's family, leaving behind only a fraction of my former life.

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

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

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Chapter Six:

Knowing that I would take most of the good fortune and wealth with me after I got married, my parents were as anxious as ants on a hot plate. But having borrowed my sister's life, I couldn't avoid getting married. However, they had no better options and finally agreed to let me go to Wei Hua.

Seeing my parents' frantic expressions, 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 made it clear that his uncle wasn't a respectable person either, and that this matter was quite troublesome, requiring Weihua to offer something in return. Without any benefit, Weihua and his uncle wouldn't help me.

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

Finally, 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 Wei Hua and went with him to Boss Mi's place to buy the type B drug directly. Wei Hua impatiently injected the type B aphrodisiac into my body in his car, before he even drove back to his rented apartment—our love nest. I had regained that state of being controlled by lust. Then Wei Hua carried me upstairs, closed the door, and applied pheromones to his penis in conjunction with the type B aphrodisiac. My head started to feel dizzy again...

Half a month later

, in Wei Hua's rented room, a long-haired beauty wearing a pink collar was lying 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 buttocks. Her two C-cup breasts were exposed to the sunlight streaming in from the window, yet she was sleeping peacefully. This person was, of course, me.

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

In reality, the clips Wei Hua 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 them.

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After two more months, my mindset had changed significantly. When I went out, I followed Wei Hua like a little woman, and I no longer wore overly provocative or revealing clothes. Wei Hua also made me good neighbors with those dozen or so girls, and we would get together all day to chat about everyday life and even discuss our sex lives with our husbands.

After Weihua felt he had complete control over me, he demanded that my parents 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 our home.

To prevent any further mishaps, my father invited the old man and the sorceress to come and perform a mutual verification 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: have me marry into the family.

My parents could adopt a new son, sever ties with me, and then transfer me to the family of the woman who donated my uterus. After choosing an auspicious day, I would marry this new adopted son, becoming his wife. My parents would then become my father-in-law and mother-in-law, and nine-tenths of their good fortune and wealth would accompany me to this "new family."

Needless to say, the most suitable candidate for this son would be Wei Hua, whose biological parents had died in the line of duty years ago.

Wei Hua's uncle also said that once I was adopted into my new family, all my financial support would be cut off. My parents would have to treat me completely as their new daughter-in-law, and Wei Hua, who had changed his surname, would have to treat him completely as their son. After I married Wei Hua, my parents-in-law would have to strictly discipline me, their new daughter-in-law, and make me completely obedient to my husband. As long as my marriage with Wei Hua didn't break down, nine-tenths of our good fortune and wealth would be preserved.

It turns out that Wei Hua's destiny is that of a person with two destinies. In addition to his main destiny, he also has a secondary destiny. As long as I marry Wei Hua, his uncle will perform a ritual to bind Wei Hua's secondary destiny to me. This way, I can continue to live after seven years. However, once I am bound to Wei Hua's secondary destiny, I can never leave him again

, or my life will be in danger. This idea sounds absurd, but my parents' eyes are filled with eagerness and shine brightly. This way, they can preserve their hard-won wealth and allow me to continue living after seven years. All they have to do is depend on Wei Hua. And it is only natural for a wife to depend on her husband.

At this point, they could no longer accept returning to poverty and decided to follow Uncle Weihua's plan.

My parents then gave a large sum of money to the family of the woman who had given me the transplanted uterus, but none of it belonged to me. All I received was the right to stay in this "family home" for a month, waiting for my wedding day. During this month, I also had to attend a hypnosis training course. Originally intended for young ladies unwilling to marry into their families, this course forced them into becoming good wives and daughters-in-law, but it was now being applied to me.

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

On the other hand, in just twenty days, I was hypnotized for ten hours a day and constantly suggested that I should learn how to obey and please my husband, and how to cater to and serve my in-laws. After a month, 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 in the future.

On our wedding day, Weihua knocked over a glass. My mother—no, my current mother-in-law—told me to quickly pick up the shards. 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 getting married and having a lot of money, Wei Hua stopped working as an Uber driver. He took me to his old house in the countryside, next to which a new villa was being built at an accelerated pace, regardless of cost. Wei Hua went out fishing every day, and he also planned to buy a storefront to open a bone broth rice noodle shop. Of course, I would be in charge of running it in the future, while he would idle away his time traveling and sightseeing, or drive three hours to the city to go to bars. I was required to read some women's magazines and serve him everything when he came home.

On the night we moved into the new house, Wei Hua took out a dildo and then injected me with an aphrodisiac. I didn't understand his intention, but this dildo, made with the latest bionic technology, actually had a taste and temperature, which was quite peculiar. I curiously used my mouth to feel this penis, feeling it grow bigger little by little, and then shrink little by little, but it never ejaculated any fluid. Then the phallus grew larger, but it had a different color and taste. So I began to slowly savor this penis, feeling it grow larger and smaller in my mouth. During this time, my mouth never left this rare and wonderful object. Later, my mind was almost numb as I repeated the swallowing and spitting motions. After seeing that I had entered a state of ecstasy, Wei Hua pressed a button, and a stream of hot semen shot from Dildo's glans into my mouth. I almost subconsciously swallowed the semen.

After I came to my senses, Wei Hua told me that it was the last bit of sperm that Uncle Gao had saved for me when he removed my testicles. It turned out that he wanted to give me a son in case I changed my mind one day. Now I had swallowed it all, not a drop left, which meant that I would never be able to have my own offspring as a father.

I cried and asked Wei Hua why he did this. Wei Hua didn't say anything. He aroused my desire again and made me roll over onto my stomach. He penetrated my body from behind. The man's penis thrust in and out wantonly, proclaiming his rights as a husband. I kept crying. My mentality, which had become like that of a little woman, made me subconsciously want to find someone to rely on. But whenever I thought of someone to rely on, Wei Hua's image would involuntarily appear in my mind. Under the influence of the drug, my body involuntarily responded to the man behind me. Finally, I reached orgasm in my sad and painful crying. Soon after, Wei Hua's penis also gushed semen into my uterus.

Wei Hua said that as long as that semen exists, I can never completely forget my former identity. He even saw a few days ago that I had browsed the blog of a girl I used to have a crush on. He said I'm completely incapable of being a good mother. Wei Hua's uncle has already discussed this with my in-laws, and they've arranged for my sister's remnant soul to be transferred to a newly fertilized egg created by my in-laws through medical means, and then reborn through my womb. This will completely repay the karmic debt of this life-borrowing, and my sister's destiny, fortune, and wealth will be returned to her. As for me, having lost my borrowed life, I can only completely depend on Wei Hua.

While explaining to me, Wei Hua brought me to another climax, then tied me up and used a tattoo gun to tattoo the dildo shape—the last symbol of my masculinity—on my leg. He wanted me to forever remember that I had swallowed and sucked up every last drop of his semen, so that only in this way could I wholeheartedly become a woman, only in this way could I completely accept my fate, to be a gentle and obedient daughter-in-law serving my in-laws, a willing wife, and in the not-too-distant future, a loving and selfless mother.

Was this fate? Or destiny? The sorceress's unorthodox methods could never change the final outcome. My parents' wealth was always due to my sister's good fortune. If I hadn't become a woman, my family would have ended up without an heir due to depression. And now, unable to have offspring produced by my own sperm, I've simply returned to the inevitable ending.

A year later

, because of Wei Hua, I lost all the wealth and status that was rightfully mine, even the fortune I had been living off 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 self-indulgent tastes. Every day, I dress up beautifully, wearing hot pants and high heels, 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 trained me into the "good woman" he described—capable in public, in the kitchen, and in bed.

If you were driving 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 they would be being fucked while leaning on the windowsill, sometimes they would be led up and down the stairs like bitches while wearing collars, and sometimes they would be tied up, blindfolded, and exposed on the balcony. That was me, still looking sweet and content despite having left behind the comforts of city life. Meanwhile, in the children's room on the second floor, my new "little sister" was fast asleep, and the kitchen waste bin still contained more than half a bucket of dregs from medicine that my parents-in-law had specially mailed to their son for male enhancement and kidney tonification.

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