Chapter 21: I want to turn Lv Qingqi into a girl

Liu Family Villa, Study.

Moonlight slipped through the curtain gaps, bathing the study in a soft glow. The scene felt heavy—perhaps the eerie vibe of a dark, windy night, the solitude of drinking alone under the moon, or the quiet tension between father and son.

“Siwei, I’m done showering,” Mother Liu’s voice called. “When are we going to bed? I can’t sleep without you holding me.”

Father Liu’s gentle reply came, “In a minute.” His eyes settled on Liu Wangjiang, whose face mirrored his own, deep purple eyes cloaked in silence.

“Your silence—does it mean you don’t welcome us back?”

Liu Wangjiang didn’t answer directly, gazing at the moonlight tracing his fingertips. “I just didn’t expect you’d return now.”

Father Liu’s expression stayed soft. “Jiaojiao adores Qingqi.”

“I know.”

“She’s cared about you these past years.”

“I know.”

“She knows your plan.”

Liu Wangjiang stiffened, his purple eyes darkening.

Father Liu continued, “But she won’t tell, keeping your secret.”

He paused, voice lighter. “She may not be a perfect mother, neglecting you at times, but you’re in her heart. She’s wished for your happiness, a joyful life, like any mother would.”

Liu Wangjiang’s hands clenched. His eyes, shifting in the light, met his father’s. After a long pause, he murmured, “Thank you.”

“Siwei, come to bed~~” Mother Liu’s voice, playful and impatient, drifted in, tickling the air.

“Right away,” Father Liu replied, his gaze lingering on Wangjiang, now tinged with gravity. “I neither support nor oppose your plan. It’s good for the young to chase their goals, like I did. But don’t rush. Overdo it, and you’ll hurt yourself.”

He frowned slightly. “I smelled sleeping pills on you the moment I walked in. If you can’t sleep, run outside, get air—better than drugs. They’re bad for your brain. Don’t neglect your health.”

Without waiting for a reply, Father Liu turned, steps light, drawn to Mother Liu’s call. The study door closed softly, sealing Liu Wangjiang in moonlit silence.

The light on his fingers felt heavy, weighed by his father’s words, pressing on the emotions swirling in his purple eyes.

He moved to the desk by the window, moonlight veiling the surface. Picking up a photo frame, he studied Lu Qingqi at his birthday party, flashy in a burgundy suit, eyes bright with a smile.

His gaze locked on the image, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I’m 70% sure, but plans are just plans. Variables disrupt—Xiao Yan’s sudden appearance, my parents’ return.”

His fingers grazed the frame’s edge, voice dropping, tinged with regret. “Qingqi, if only you were born a girl. I could just lock you up, skip all these steps.”

“But this world’s material. Turning a boy into a girl takes surgery, drugs.”

His fingertip tapped Qingqi’s porcelain cheek in the photo, gentle, like touching a fragile gem. The turmoil in his eyes shifted to a possessive paranoia. “I’ll make you a girl. My Qiqi, only mine.”

“You’ll be beautiful.”

“I’ll love you well, Qiqi.”

Moonlight bathed his hand and the unreadable madness in his eyes.

Lu Family Bedroom.

[This week’s superpowers updated. Optional powers:]

1. [Female Fall]: Your thinking shifts, personality rewritten. You become a woman among women—“male” erased. Female competition is your only path.
2. [Yuan Yang Addiction]: You can’t live without your partner, craving their pleasure. Your body and taste buds change—everything tastes like wax except their essence.
3. [Male Desire]: Addicted to men. Any touch, talk, or glance sparks overwhelming desire, drawing you to linger with them.

Lu Qingqi stared at the panel, heart racing. These options were… intense. Unlike [Gender Swap], [Mental Domination], or [Forced Extreme], these screamed permanent shifts, each a plunge into a new self.

Female Fall would erase his male identity entirely, locking him into a hyper-feminine mindset. Yuan Yang Addiction sounded like a trap, chaining him to one person’s pleasure—terrifying if it latched onto the wrong target, like Liu Wangjiang. Male Desire? A recipe for losing control, chasing any man who glanced his way.

He swallowed hard. His current powers were tricky but manageable. These? They felt like a one-way ticket.

What’s with these anime-series powers? They’re escalating fast.

His mind flashed to Liu Wangjiang’s unsettling words at the dessert shop, the basement threat, those deep purple eyes. If he picked wrong, could he end up molded into Wangjiang’s “Qiqi”?

He shivered, glancing at the SpongeBob pajamas on his bed. No way I’m letting that creep win.

But the countdown ticked: [00:15:47]. He had to choose soon.