Chapter 42: Hehe, my future self will never like men.
Back in the temporary bedroom, Lu Qingqi slammed the door shut, her chest burning with pent-up frustration.
She had no idea if future self’s brain had short-circuited or what.
That guy dared grope her right in front of her—yet instead of punishment, she actively cozied up.
Chatting with her, she put on airs like a “god.”
But facing that man? Principles evaporated.
Had future self, upon godhood, straight-up gone soft—letting him walk all over her, even pasting on a smile?
As she stewed, faint rustles sounded from beyond the door.
At first, just vague murmurs.
But seconds later, the noises shifted—sticky, intimate, like endless drizzle pattering down.
What was that racket?
Sounded like dripping water.
Had the kitchen pipe burst?
Curiosity piqued, the black-long-haired girl placed her hand on the knob, twisting it gently, easing the door open a crack.
The push made the sounds sharpen—not just fabric whispers, but mingled with……
“Fuck……”
Lu Qingqi stiffened in terror, yanking the door shut; her hand smacked the panel with a thud, pain unnoticed.
She slid down against the door, hands clamping her face—heat seeping through her fingers.
No way, no way—outside couldn’t be what she was imagining, right?
It couldn’t……
Future self was a “god” after all—omnipotent!
Immortal, unkillable!
How could she be pinned on the sofa?
How could she make those sounds?
How could she be the one on bottom?
Absolutely impossible!
But what about those noises……
The more she insisted, the weaker her conviction grew.
Lu Qingqi slowly lowered her hands, plopping onto the floor, back to the door, eyes dazed—suddenly frozen.
In that moment, realization hit: future her was her—but also human.
Humans always changed.
From her current view, child-self seemed so dumb.
So future self probably saw her the same—decades of experience shifting perspectives.
Like…… falling for a man.
The thought jolted her heart racing; Lu Qingqi recoiled, repulsed, revolted—yet it rang horribly true.
Simple: she was a hedonist through and through, full pineapple bun club member.
For [Gender Swap], others resisted—saw it as heresy.
But she loved it, even self-inserted.
Women’s pleasure dwarfed men’s by dozens-fold.
Would she hold back from trying?
No!
As a hedonist, she’d chase joy—like not minding brief swaps for dress-up novelty.
So…… had future her truly fallen for a man?
Lu Qingqi shook her head fiercely, trying to banish it—but her cheeks’ flush wouldn’t fade, ear tips burning crimson.
No, no, no—what if she’d misheard?
What if she’d twisted it wrong?
What if the living room noises were just porn?
Seeing is believing—ears lied; eyes wouldn’t.
With that self-pep, she rose slowly, swallowed hard, tiptoed up, peering through the peephole……
……
Unclear how much time passed before footsteps echoed outside, laced with the man and white-haired blue-eyed girl’s murmurs—then door-open, door-shut.
Likely, the man had left.
Quiet stretched; faint “swish-swish” of the janitor sweeping the hall drifted in.
Sunlight slanted through curtain gaps, stretching long beams across the floor—Lu Qingqi startled, realizing afternoon had arrived.
She drew a deep breath, smoothed her collar, twisted the lock, and stepped out.
The living room still held a faint, cloying sweetness; the white-haired blue-eyed girl sat on the rug by the sofa, nibbling fruit—clothes neatly donned.
But to Lu Qingqi’s eyes, flaws screamed everywhere.
The girl’s cheeks still bore a lingering blush; stray white locks at her temple disheveled, tips faintly sticky.
Her collar gaped just enough to bare neck marks—shallow reds stark.
Further down……
Too painful to behold.
Each detail hammered her visual nerves like tiny mallets.
The moment their eyes met, the air solidified.
“You……”
Lu Qingqi’s mouth parted; the white-haired blue-eyed girl lifted her chin—words half-formed, both clamping shut.
Silence sprawled across the living room, broken only by the distant clatter of the janitor hauling bins.
Finally, Lu Qingqi balled her fists, gritting through the impasse.
“Just one question: did you catch real feelings?”
“I get it—as a hedonist, chasing women’s pleasure, dozens times men’s—you turn girl, hook up with a guy for that.”
“But I absolutely cannot accept you falling truly for a man.”
Future Lu Qingqi, mid-breath for reply, choked.
Oh crap—how to answer this.
Admit it, and past self would explode.
Deny it, and things worsened—that bad man would peg it as facade, heart still scheming escape; future days hellish.
All his fault!
Dumping the mess—leaving her to clean.
“Um…… I know you’re eager, but hold up.”
The white-haired blue-eyed girl’s eyes darted, spinning yarn.
“Who said that guy just now was a man, dear~ Don’t let surface illusions fool you~~”
Lu Qingqi, geared for interrogation, blinked in bafflement.
Seeing the opening, future Lu Qingqi bluffed onward, weaving freely.
“Remember Light Goddess from junior high? Endgame, protagonist Li Jiayu splits herself—one male, one female.”
“Think—same god-tier; couldn’t I pull a self-split too?”
“You mean……”
Lu Qingqi’s eyelid twitched, dawn breaking.
“Right—that guy’s no man; he’s part of me.”
“You can see him as Lu Qingqi too.”
As a chuunibyou, the white-haired blue-eyed girl knew her breed inside out—especially past self.
With transcendent powers already, one excuse sufficed; she’d buy it, auto-filling gaps.
“So just now, you two……”
“We were cultivating—yep, dual-cultivation style!”
“Self with self—double speed, double bliss!”
The white-haired blue-eyed girl lied shamelessly, face straight.
Lu Qingqi pondered, head dipping.
Mm—made sense.
As a hedonist, splitting self—one for double gains, one for double fun—effortless, freewheeling.
As the white-haired blue-eyed girl inwardly high-fived her cleverness, Lu Qingqi approached, taking her small hand—face rosy, voice hushed.
“Um…… can I join in too?”
Her cheeks burned hotter, gaze dropping lower.
“I wanna feel double bliss too.”
Future Lu Qingqi petrified on the spot.
Oh crap—nearly forgot: as a hedonist, rejecting joy was nigh impossible!!