“Tell me, why have you come here?”
A massive dragon shadow hovered in the air, making Meng Lian feel like a speck of dust, utterly insignificant.
Meng Lian looked up at the golden dragon shadow, filled with shock.
“I…”
He couldn’t answer the dragon’s question. At that moment, he realized he was in the dream realm of the Shenchong Dragon and that he could not reveal his purpose.
“Is that so…”
However, it seemed the Shenchong Dragon had already seen through everything. Its enormous form coiled around before roaring and charging into Meng Lian’s body, transforming into countless specks of light.
Awake!
“Gasp, gasp…”
Meng Lian suddenly opened his eyes, sitting up abruptly in bed, gasping for breath.
It felt so real, as if a dragon had truly rushed into his body.
Still shaken, he patted his chest, but the soft sensation in his hand made him pause.
Huh? What is this sponge-like thing?
He glanced down and was instantly blinded by whiteness, making his head spin slightly.
What the heck?! Whose big white bun is this? Why is it growing on me?
Meng Lian pinched himself in disbelief, and the next moment, a strange current coursed through his body, causing him to shiver slightly.
No way…
At that moment, Meng Lian’s mind started to catch up. He threw off the blanket and looked at his long, straight legs and the perfectly rounded thighs. His nose felt a bit hot.
His gaze shifted slightly upwards, and oh, heavens! What is that? A divine beast is munching on buns?
His nose tinged with warmth as he touched it, and his fingertip turned a shade of red.
In a hurry, Meng Lian dashed into the bathroom to clean up the blood.
Looking at his own body to the point of nosebleeding—what a unique experience!
Meng Lian thought in despair. But when he looked up at the mirror, he was momentarily stunned.
The girl in the mirror had waist-length hair, golden like the sun, matching her golden pupils, resembling a legendary solar maiden, a child of the golden crow descending to the mortal realm. Her skin was creamy white, her neck graceful and elongated, and her exquisite collarbone could evoke even the most primal desires within anyone. The girl’s expression was dazed, her rosy lips slightly parted, as if she had stepped out of a painting.
Is this me?
Meng Lian couldn’t believe it. He reached up to touch his face, and the smooth texture confirmed that the person in the mirror was indeed him.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Meng Lian’s expression was complex.
Clearly, he had successfully transformed into a witch.
However, he hadn’t expected to look so alluring after the transformation.
Meng Lian lowered his head slightly and found he couldn’t see his toes, feeling the weight in front of him, almost moved to tears.
This must weigh at least four pounds!
Though the shape was perfect, the color was beautiful, and the feel was fantastic, what good was this besides making someone go wild in bed?
Just running a few steps would tire him out; Meng Lian couldn’t think of any practical use for it.
Surely, they wouldn’t expect him to steal intelligence from a bed in the future?
Meng Lian shook his head, his long hair swaying, brushing against his skin, causing a ticklish sensation at his waist. He gestured with his hands and found that his waist had indeed slimmed down, delicate and fragile, like the waist of a snake demon.
What a fine twist of fate.
Moreover, it seemed that his height hadn’t changed; he still measured about one hundred seventy-three centimeters. As he raised his thigh slightly, he noticed that his thighs were still a bit plump, and he sighed.
With such a slim waist and plump thighs, a slightly protruding abdomen with a perfect line—this figure was practically a perfect girlfriend! Too bad it was himself.
Meng Lian raised his arm, grabbed his flowing golden hair, slightly tilted his body, half-lifted his right leg, and posed enticingly at the mirror.
But in the next moment, Meng Lian bent slightly because he suddenly realized something: his legs felt a bit weak, and his thighs felt strangely soft.
It seemed like he had just done something with himself.
Meng Lian's little face turned crimson, and he bit his red lip. Even he felt that this was a bit too outrageous.
Thinking about himself like that was undeniably perverted.
Meng Lian splashed cold water on his face, the icy sensation clearing his mind significantly.
Erasing the mosaic images in his mind, Meng Lian walked to the wardrobe and opened the door.
Sigh, is this my fate?
Inside the wardrobe, there was a set of black lace lingerie and a blue-and-white dress, but it looked like a formal gown. Additionally, the academy had provided two pairs of black stockings and two pairs of black and blue knee-high leather boots, appearing to be a complete outfit.
Meng Lian touched the stockings; their smooth texture indicated they were made of high-quality material.
He stared at the outfit for a long time, hesitating. Finally, gritting his teeth, he blushed and began to put it on.
After all, he couldn’t go out naked, could he?
Rolling up the stockings, he slowly slid them up his calves, against his skin, until they reached the tops of his thighs.
Pulling up the panties and bending slightly, Meng Lian found them surprisingly tight, but it was manageable; he could wear them.
He took out the dress from the wardrobe, loosened the string at his waist, and slipped it on. The lower half was complete.
For the final step, Meng Lian picked up the ominous item but gasped as he tried to put it on.
“Ouch, ouch, why is it so tight?”
Feeling a bit annoyed, he tossed the ominous item onto the bed. He hadn’t expected that the academy’s preparations wouldn’t fit him.
Meng Lian looked at the dress around his waist, feeling embarrassed.
There was no way he could wear that thing; if he forced it on, he felt like he might suffocate.
So what to do? He couldn’t go in it naked, could he?
Meng Lian looked down at his ample bosom with a mix of exasperation.
Why are you so uncooperative?
Big Sister: ? Is it my fault?
Helpless, Meng Lian had to hike up the dress to cover his bosom.
Finally, he put on the leather boots, tightened the string around his waist, and walked to the mirror.
Perfect.
Looking at the golden-haired girl in the mirror, Meng Lian snapped his fingers in satisfaction.
However, the only flaw was that the upper part of his outfit was a bit precarious; he couldn’t dare to move too vigorously for fear that the dress might slip and expose him.
After all, there were no straps on this outfit, and Meng Lian’s collarbone was completely exposed. The dress stayed on solely due to the support from Meng Lian's bosom and the string around his waist.
Big Sister: This place wouldn’t exist without me.
After a long struggle, he finally got dressed and began to appreciate the difficulties of being a girl.
At that moment, Meng Lian noticed his messy golden hair and fell into contemplation.
“Creak!”
The door to Room 404 opened, and a girl with golden hair in a black dress stepped out. Her smooth hair reached her waist, and a thick braid wrapped around her ears, giving her an innocent yet alluring appearance.
Fortunately, she had been styling her sister’s hair since childhood and had long since mastered the skill.
But as soon as he thought of his sister, Meng Lian’s eyes dimmed.
I wonder how my sister is doing. Would she accept this version of me?
Meng Lian had no idea when he would return to the Alliance. Before applying to the Witch Academy, the transfer agent had only told him to wait for an opportunity and hadn’t provided any further instructions, leaving his chances of returning to the Alliance extremely slim.
Meng Lian pushed aside his feelings of uncertainty, closed the door, and prepared to go out for a stroll and buy some suitable clothes.
But unexpectedly, the door to the neighboring Room 403 opened, and the surprised voice of Jia Baili rang out.
“You… you are Meng Lian?”