Spreading Gospel as the God of Bishoujo

Page Two: I Rub Myself (Additional Update)

I turned my head towards the computer chair, and sure enough, another version of myself was slumped there. No, should I say this is the original?

This current body was born from a light cluster, which means it’s a clone.

However, the original seems to lack consciousness. He lay motionless on the computer chair, looking up. If not for checking his breathing, I would have thought he was dead.

“Hey, wake up.”

Holding my chest, I crawled to him and pushed the chair back and forth, confirming he wasn’t waking up. I let out a sigh of relief instead.

If he truly woke up, I’d be so embarrassed I might self-destruct. Even though I know it’s still me, after separation, it feels like “someone else.” Now, if my naked self were seen by “someone else,” I wouldn’t want to trigger such a shameful scene.

I can confirm that a normal man turning into a woman wouldn’t let his brothers enjoy themselves. After all, even a girl transformed from a perverted gorilla would feel shame.

Thanks to the fat in my chest, standing up felt unbalanced—top heavy and bottom light. It’s impossible to stay steady!

I staggered to the wall, turned on the incandescent light.

Those who were transformed into girls by the beautiful girl notebook share one thing: their skin is exceptionally fair. After all, they are new bodies, untouched by time.

I am no exception.

The porcelain-like skin seemed to glow even in dim light, and the sudden brightness made me gasp.

“Oh!”

What are these large, white, soft things filling my vision?

Sniffing… there’s no scent of a young girl. Probably because the new body hasn’t produced hormones or body fat yet.

As for the lower half… I couldn’t see it at all.

It’s already half past eleven, and tomorrow is the first day of school. I should be going to bed.

But I didn’t rush to change back. Not for anything bad, just to take a bath.

Really, just for a bath?!

Such a simple girl like me wouldn’t do anything like that, right? Hehe~

Since my right leg was in a cast, I hadn’t taken a proper bath in over half a month. At most, I’d use a warm towel to wipe my body.

Though staying in an air-conditioned room doesn’t make you sweat much, a damp towel works fine. But the discomfort in my heart, can you understand?

I want to take a bath! I want to enjoy the refreshing feeling of hot water pouring over my entire body.

Just do it!

In the bathroom mirror, I saw my unchanged beauty. My hair hadn’t grown long like Lei Miaomiao’s or Old Feng’s, and what was long for a boy was short for a girl, even shorter than Xiao Lei’s shoulder-length hair.

My height had shrunk further. Though not noticeable, every inch of height is precious to us short people.

This girl’s body had only been alive for less than half an hour, so it was clean. There was nothing inside, not even…

Though I wasn’t thirsty or hungry.

Because I was clean, the bath was quick.

Some might say, Chang Kai, you finally became a girl, don’t you owe your readers some perks?

Don’t I want to? But I can’t!

Facing such magnificent breasts, my remaining male thoughts kept urging me to touch them…

But remember, the notebook is a spiritual treasure.

Anyone whose name is on the beautiful girl notebook has their every move and thought recorded daily. The worst part is, it reports to Master Haliluya every day.

I don’t know how detailed these reports are, but ever since I knew the notebook watches me 24/7, I feel guilty watching even suggestive shows, and thinking about it makes me feel old.

When drying off, I felt the texture of my chest. Like a balloon filled with warm water, but tighter and heavier than expected. This made me understand the importance of a bra.

Even though I had a good shower, I still had no clothes to change into. Even the sports clothes Orange wore when she first became human wouldn’t fit over my chest… even if I forced it, I’d suffocate.

I did have a pair of women’s underwear—a pair Xiao Lei hid in my house.

But it was too tight, barely fitting, and uncomfortable around the hips.

Finally, I wrapped myself in the blanket from the bed. The heat on my face subsided slightly, but the shame remained. After all, a blanket isn’t much better than being naked.

Even as a divine apprentice, the inner correction of the beautiful girl notebook still affects me.

Although the girl’s body enjoyed the shower, the unconscious original didn’t get a bath. I took the opportunity to bring hot water from the bathroom to wash the original properly.

With great effort, I managed to move the original from the recliner to the bed, stripping off the pajamas except for the briefs.

This was the limit I couldn’t cross.

Observing my sleeping face from a different perspective was a rare experience. Though it was the same face, seeing it from another angle felt strange, even if it was still beautiful.

It also made me realize how much weight I’ve gained recently. How much nutrition has accumulated in this wobbling belly? Use it to heal my damaged bones!

Using a warm towel to clean the original, my fingers brushing against my own skin gave me a tingling sensation. The chemical reaction between male and female bodies is amazing, but feeling aroused by my own body is odd. I shook my head to dispel these thoughts.

This shake led to trouble.

I was already unsteady, and shaking my head while changing water caused me to lose balance. I stumbled and fell towards the door, hitting my head with a loud “pong!”

Not only was I dizzy, but I also got wet all over, and a lump formed on my forehead.

Holding my head, I sat up, looking at the mess on the floor. Picking up the fallen basin and towel, I sighed while rubbing the bump on my head.

Trouble. Whether it’s the blanket or the carpet, getting wet makes everything difficult.

Then, footsteps approached the door, hurriedly.

Oh no! The sound of me hitting the door must have woken up Dad!

I picked up the basin and towel, trying to turn off the lights and hide in the bathroom before he arrived. Since the original was still on the bed, he probably wouldn’t check the bathroom—my room is plastered with posters and has beautiful girl figurines, so he’d likely just glance at the doorway.

But misfortune never comes alone. My hasty movement left me unbalanced. As soon as I stood up, I lunged forward, ending up in a humiliating position with my butt facing the door.

Oh, these damned breasts.

Since Dad’s room is right next to mine, it’s just a few steps away. This fall completely ruined any chance of fixing things.

“Son, what happened? Did you fall from the bed—”

The door opened, and worried Dad stuck his head in, meeting my gaze. His eyes widened in horror, losing their spark.

Oh no.

“Ying?”

Unlike usual, before his brain completely shut down, he softly called out.

Dad often mentioned how similar I am to Mom, so could he mean Mom when he says “Ying”?

Ironically, I don’t even know my mother’s name, and Dad never talks about her, making me feel like I sprang from a stone, motherless.

Therefore, to find Mom, I must complete this year’s divine trial.

As a middle-aged father, he’s heavier than my original body. Moving him back to the bedroom bed required considerable effort.

After cleaning up the bedroom, I lost interest in continuing to clean the original. Removing the wet blanket, I balled it up and threw it in the bathroom basket. Stepping over the wet carpet, I returned to my desk, naked, and erased my name from the bookmark.

My heart aches.

Consciousness drifted away again.

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