Chapter 7: It Was Her Who Did It.

The goddess’s mission was to cohabitate with a woman for one week.
In the blink of an eye, three days had already passed since Bai Huang moved into Lu Hang’s place.

Just hold on for four more days, and the goddess would fulfill her promise.
In addition to the previous deposit, she would give Lu Hang another twenty thousand yuan.

Then the goddess would continue issuing tasks,
playing the role of tormentor and ruthlessly toying with him.

Because of the heartbreak, Lu Hang had already developed a bit of gynophobia.
In this lifetime, he genuinely wanted nothing to do with women anymore.
In his eyes, women were only good at cheating people out of money and feelings—nothing else.
Let alone living together with one.

Yet these past three days of cohabiting with Bai Huang had gone surprisingly smoothly.
It could only be said that Bai Huang had hit a glitch in the system:
her current physiological sex was female,
but after all, she used to be the brother who shared a dorm room with him for a whole year.
Lu Hang taking her in wasn’t because of the goddess’s bizarre cohabitation requirement forcing him to live with a girl—
it was simply that his ironclad bro had nowhere to go, so as a brother he lent a hand.
The meaning behind it was completely different, and naturally Lu Hang felt zero resistance.

Living in Lu Hang’s home, she felt exactly the same as back in the dorm days.
Whatever Bai Huang used to be like in the dorm, she was still like that now.
Whatever her personality used to be, it remained unchanged.
The way she interacted with him was no different from before—
the only change was that she had become a woman.

Why she turned into a woman, no reason had been found even now.
He asked the goddess; she never replied.

But deep down Lu Hang was already convinced the goddess was most likely the culprit.
An entity capable of casually turning someone into a catgirl
could surely turn a living, breathing man into a stunning model—
it actually made sense.

But she hadn’t replied for days, and Lu Hang had been holding in a breath of resentment.
If she ghosted him forever,
then after the week was up, the goddess would definitely ask how the cohabitation felt.
At that time, Lu Hang planned to grill the goddess hard:
What the hell happened to my bro’s dick?
Give me back my bro’s dick!

…

Last night he and Bai Huang gamed until the sky turned dark and the earth spun.
When he woke up this morning, Bai Huang was sprawled across his bed, snoring loudly.

Lu Hang was still bleary-eyed. He had class today.
He went to school, slept through one lecture, muddled through the day’s courses.
He originally planned to head straight home after class to catch up on sleep,
but then he thought of the newly-female Bai Huang walking around his bed completely unguarded, bare legs everywhere—
she’d pulled an all-nighter gaming with him last night; she wasn’t a pig, so she was probably awake by now.

The moment he imagined her at home without a shred of caution,
wearing lace panties, calling him bro this and bro that,
for some reason his heart felt extremely chaotic.

When his heart got chaotic, he wanted to play games to adjust the anxiety,
so after class he didn’t go home. Instead he found a nearby net café and decided to sit for a while.

Boot up, queue ranked.
Picked Malphite, farming minions.

While farming, he missed a wave.
Staring at the screen, Lu Hang inexplicably recalled Bai Huang grabbing her own ankle,
laughing so hard she rocked back and forth without a care in the world.
When she laughed, the tear mole at the corner of her eye looked especially alluring.
Her full chest jiggled along with the motion,
and she would cover her wide-open laughing mouth with slender fingers.
Her nails and teeth were both very pretty.

His chest suddenly felt hot.

He missed a last-hit.

“Fuck.”
Lu Hang sighed, reached over to grab a cigarette from the table, and lit it.

Having his good brother living at home turned into this shape—
he truly didn’t know how to handle it.
Fortunately neither of them had realized anything yet.
Their way of getting along still followed the old brotherly, almost father-son dynamic.
Last night Bai Huang’s sleeping posture was terrible—
legs spread wide, sleeping with utter abandon.

But neither of them felt any sense of “no physical contact between opposite sexes.”
The moment you started avoiding contact, it would feel distant.
So when Lu Hang looked at her, he looked wherever he wanted.

Because just a week ago Bai Huang had still been raised as a man from childhood,
she had no concept of female-style shyness or boundaries.
She was completely unguarded around Lu Hang—
she would even turn her back and change her panties and bra right in front of him in the same room.
When changing panties she’d look down to check, even poke it casually with her finger,
and frequently make extremely crude jokes about that area.

They were really quite violent.

For example: “Bro, don’t say it, but this thing really looks like seafood.”

Back then Lu Hang had been drinking cola and nearly choked to death on that line.

He didn’t know what her mentality was.
Was she deliberately saying things like that to scorn her new female identity,
so she could still recapture the feeling of how they used to get along as brothers?
Perhaps both of them still treasured their friendship,
afraid that things would become awkward.

So even though Lu Hang felt on pins and needles hearing her dirty jokes,
he still laughed when he was supposed to,
not daring to show even a hint of embarrassment.

He was terrified that if he got embarrassed,
some invisible tension would collapse,
and their relationship would undergo some subtle, irreversible shift.

With zero experience, Lu Hang had no idea whether that change
would go in a good direction or a bad one.

15 minutes, ff at 15, doomed.

Lu Hang casually clicked surrender.
This game had nothing to do with top lane anyway—
while he was farming, bot had already gone 0-6, then ff.
After the game ended, Lu Hang took a helpless drag of his cigarette,
decided to play one more, then face reality:
go back and eat street barbecue with Bai Huang.

While taking two puffs, a tall woman suddenly entered the private room.
Striking golden hair, hoodie and mask, looking extremely suspicious no matter how you sliced it.
Lu Hang was sizing her up when she plopped down right next to him without a second thought.

Lu Hang knew he was smoking,
so he blew the puff of smoke to the side to avoid bothering her.
He wondered why, with so many empty seats, she had to sit right here.

While queuing in-game, he flicked ash from his cigarette.
When he turned his head, his heart suddenly jolted.

The blonde woman hadn’t even turned on the computer—
she was just staring straight at him.

“This is a smoking room.”
Lu Hang thought it was about the smoke and felt awkward:
“There’s a hall downstairs, no smoke smell there.”

“How does it feel to live with a woman?”
she suddenly asked.

Lu Hang’s brow twitched.
Looking at the blonde woman’s face again, it felt more and more familiar.
Until she pulled her mask down, revealing that exquisite face.

Lu Hang was shocked, the cigarette fell from his lips:
“Holy shit, Goddess!”

“I haven’t come to this world in a long time. How do you start the machines here now?”
She looked at him with an expression full of compassion.

…

Facing the entity who could casually turn him into a catgirl,
Lu Hang didn’t dare slack off in the slightest.

Other people go to net cafés to sit side-by-side with their bros.
Lu Hang goes to a net café to sit side-by-side with a god.

He never expected that just coming to a net café after class
would cause this entity to track him down.
Lu Hang was puzzled about why she came looking for him,
but he still didn’t dare be idle.
Previously, because of that bizarre cohabitation task, she had given him twenty thousand as a deposit.
He couldn’t possibly make the goddess go downstairs herself to buy a card and boot up a machine—
that would be way too undignified.

What exactly should one do when going online with a goddess in a net café?

After thinking it over, Lu Hang nervously opened a private room machine for her,
and even bought her a bottle of iced black tea.

The treatment was top-tier.

Why did she come looking for him?
Lu Hang swallowed the question and waited for her to speak first.

After all, she was a goddess.
She couldn’t have really come to the net café just to play games, right?

Last time they met he hadn’t seen clearly.
Now sitting close, he realized she had zero goddess-like majesty.
Although those eyes were a sacred golden hue,
seemingly glowing faintly even in the dim environment,
Lu Hang quickly spotted potato chip crumbs at the corner of her exquisite mouth.

Watching her cross her legs, flip-flops dangling from her toes,
Lu Hang queued in-game feeling extremely uneasy,
stealing glances at her with his peripheral vision several times.

He only saw her toes hooking the flip-flop strap—
yet her every movement still carried an inexplicable elegance.

After thinking for a long time, Lu Hang finally exited the game.
He carefully chose his words, feeling like he had a ton of questions—
like what happened to his bro’s dick,
and how long these bizarre tasks were going to continue.

But watching the goddess happily mashing the spacebar next to him,
a thousand thoughts swirled in his mind, and the questions stayed stuck in his throat.

“When I last came to this world, this game was super popular.”
The goddess suddenly asked with great interest:
“Is this game still hot now? Check it.”

Lu Hang stared carefully at the screen.
Audition Dance.

“Basically dead.”

“Oh, like that.”

Lu Hang’s mind was in complete chaos.

“Why did you come to this net café? Is there something you need from me?”
Lu Hang finally couldn’t hold back and asked in a low voice.

“Nah, I just suddenly felt like playing games. Came downstairs and happened to see you.”

Fuck, so it really was a coincidence?

“Okay.”
Seeing her struggle to twist open the iced tea cap,
Lu Hang finally couldn’t resist asking:
“By the way, Goddess, I have a question I’d like to ask you.”

“Speak.”

“I have a bro who turned into a girl. Do you have any clues about that?”
Lu Hang asked cautiously.

“Yeah.”
She took a sip of tea:
“I did it.”