Song Nanyin didn’t consider herself a very conservative person, but in the twenty-eight years from her birth to now, the number of times she had undressed in front of the opposite sex was zero, and in front of the same sex, it was limited to those few times she had soaked in hot springs with Chai Yue.

Actually, they were all women, so what did full nudity matter? She hadn’t really cared before. But when the person in question became Liu Zhaoran, Song Nanyin felt awkward no matter how she thought about it.

She stood before the bathroom mirror, blankly taking herself in. Her breasts were still as full as she knew them, her skin delicate and smooth wherever she touched. If it weren’t for this sudden misfortune, Song Nanyin could have unhesitatingly given her figure a perfect score.

But now, she lowered her eyes and looked at that superfluous part between her legs. However long this thing had been growing, that was how long it had plagued her. Not to mention the entanglement with Liu Zhaoran now; just the fact that she would never again be able to wear pretty skirts or underwear because of it was already an incalculable loss.

Thinking that perhaps she would have to remain this kind of intersex person for the rest of her life, and that if she slept with some handsome man only for him to discover this bizarre body of hers, Song Nanyin couldn’t help but feel sorrow well up inside her.

“Ugh, I’m a perfectly good beauty, how could I grow something like this? Mmm… so annoying.” Song Nanyin rubbed her head in distress, turned around, and washed under the shower, using the same body wash and shampoo as Liu Zhaoran.

She really did live up to the name White Lotus. Even her body wash and shampoo smelled in keeping with her temperament. A faint scent of cucumber mixed with mint lingered at the tip of her nose. And honestly, it really did smell nice…

She’d make a note of the brand; she might buy some herself to try later.

She finally finished her bath. After hesitating for a moment, Song Nanyin ultimately didn’t put on clothes. She simply wrapped a bath towel around herself and headed to the second floor.

When she pushed open the door of the examination room, she found every light inside on, and Liu Zhaoran pacing back and forth, as if she had grown somewhat impatient from the wait.

For the examination, the woman had deliberately put on a pair of glasses, and not an ordinary style either; they were the gold-rimmed glasses most fashionable at the moment.

Liu Zhaoran had always had a gentle, dignified bearing, after all. Her skin was fair, the tip of her nose small and pert, and her eyes were the phoenix-eye shape, alluring yet carrying a trace of distant coolness.

Her long black hair was simply tied into a neat ponytail, clean and crisp, revealing her slender, jade-like neck. On ordinary days, this woman wore business suits and blouses at the company; this was the first time Song Nanyin had seen her in a low-cut top. On the right side of her neck was a small red mole, not large, yet very conspicuous.

Her figure was tall and slender. A white lab coat, those gold-rimmed glasses, and that half-smiling expression made her look exactly like a refined young lady out of the Republican era, and the shrewd, resourceful kind at that.

Of course, in Song Nanyin’s view, Liu Zhaoran was more like a wolf in sheep’s clothing…

“One hour and twenty-five minutes. If you’d come out a few minutes later, I’d have thought you’d passed out in the shower.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Why are you in such a hurry?” At Liu Zhaoran’s words, Song Nanyin muttered under her breath. Unfortunately, Liu Zhaoran had good hearing and caught every word of her little complaint.

“This concerns you, and it’s for your physical examination. If you’re not in a hurry, the examination can easily be postponed for days or months. I have no objection.” Liu Zhaoran said in a lowered voice. Hearing the displeasure in her tone, Song Nanyin backed down a little.

“Fine, I misspoke, okay? I am in a hurry.” Song Nanyin had no choice but to apologize. Hearing this, Liu Zhaoran’s expression eased somewhat. Of course she wasn’t truly angry; she had simply wanted to use this method to keep Song Nanyin under her thumb, and judging by the look of things, the effect was rather good.

“All right, take off the towel first.” Liu Zhaoran said softly. Song Nanyin gave an “oh” in response, hesitated for a little while, and finally steeled herself and took the towel off.

As the sole remaining barrier on her body fell away, Song Nanyin instinctively used her arms to cover the important parts of her body. Her face and ears flushed bright red, and her cool white skin showed signs of gradually turning pink.

Song Nanyin’s reaction was somewhat unexpected. In Liu Zhaoran’s view, Song Nanyin could be considered extremely good-looking, and with her hot figure, she should be a “bombshell” in many men’s eyes. Apart from her temper being a bit off and her being a little foolish, she had no very obvious flaws.

She’d assumed this person’s love life must be quite colorful; why, in front of a fellow woman, would she react like this over a mere physical examination? Liu Zhaoran found it rather amusing, but right now, more than teasing Song Nanyin, she was more curious about the changes this body had undergone.

“Take your hand away from down there.” Holding the medical chart, Liu Zhaoran walked over and nudged Song Nanyin’s left hand with the pen in her hand.

Seeing her press her lips together, the side of her face half-hidden by golden hair flushing so red it nearly dripped blood, it had to be said that Song Nanyin looked rather pretty in this bashful, shy state.

“J-just… look, then.” Song Nanyin moved her hand away like one going to her death, and then, the little fleshy lump she had been holding in her palm slipped out.

She hadn’t gotten a very close look in the bathroom earlier; only now did Liu Zhaoran examine it carefully.

The color was rather pretty, a watery pink so pale it was almost white, quite distinct from a male sex organ. Its shape had evolved from a clitoris, and it even retained the fine wrinkles peculiar to clitoral tissue. The front end was somewhat thicker than the rest of the organ, but overall, it was nothing impressive in size.

Without a doubt, this was not the intersex mutation Song Nanyin thought it was, but a change Liu Zhaoran was far more familiar with. This situation had a special name: differentiation.

“Ah…”

Song Nanyin kept her eyes shut, not daring to watch Liu Zhaoran’s movements. At that moment, a cold object suddenly pressed against her. She opened her moist eyes and saw a steel-colored ruler laid upon that little part, measuring its length.

This sort of thing made Song Nanyin feel utterly ashamed. She became more and more convinced that Liu Zhaoran was a pervert; why did she have to measure there?

“Don’t move. It will affect the measurement.” Seeing Song Nanyin shifting her legs, Liu Zhaoran said in a low voice, with a somewhat commanding tone.

Feeling it pinched and pulled straight by her, then having the cold ruler pressed against it again, Song Nanyin was so mortified that tears gathered in her eyes and her whole head burned.

At long last, Liu Zhaoran finished measuring. Before Song Nanyin could even sigh in relief, the pen in Liu Zhaoran’s hand slid upward again, lightly flicking her nipple, circling around it once, and finally poking it gently with the pen tip.

Put together, these actions were pure sexual harassment.

Song Nanyin didn’t understand. Wasn’t that damned woman Liu Zhaoran a straight woman? What was she doing…

“W-what are you doing? Why are you touching there?” Song Nanyin covered her chest and stepped back, forgetting that the wall was right behind her, and bumped into it, hurting herself. Seeing her looking so foolish, Liu Zhaoran let out a light laugh. She suddenly felt that adding this noisy Song Nanyin to her calm, peaceful days might be rather fun after all.

“Don’t look at me with that expression, as if I’m harassing you. I’m not interested in you.”

“Thank you so much for not being interested in me. Of course, I’m not interested in you either. But what you just did makes me think otherwise.”

Song Nanyin shielded her chest, feeling that Liu Zhaoran had gone far too far. She was most likely jealous of her great figure. After all, she was a D cup, while Liu Zhaoran was, at most, a B.

“I need to check whether your other female physiological characteristics still respond, and whether they’ve been affected by the changes in your body. As for other matters, I don’t intend to divert my attention to them for now.”

“Oh… I see. Then… why didn’t you explain earlier?” Hearing Liu Zhaoran’s words, Song Nanyin felt a bit embarrassed, thinking her reaction just now really had been a little excessive.

She fell silent. After a moment, she saw Liu Zhaoran take out a transparent white tube and walk back over.

“On the surface, your physiological characteristics have clearly changed, and this area still seems capable of producing sexual arousal and response.” Liu Zhaoran carefully stated her assessment. Song Nanyin nodded and also told her the exact time the changes in her body had occurred and about the persistent low-grade fever.

After recording it, Liu Zhaoran handed her the white tube.

“Get yourself off. I need to test what it is you ejaculate.” Liu Zhaoran put it extremely bluntly, her words so crude that Song Nanyin momentarily couldn’t connect this person with the goddess-like air she usually carried.

“R-right here?” Song Nanyin was speechless. Actually, choked into silence was more apt. As a physically and mentally mature woman, she had of course taken matters into her own hands before, but that had only ever been with her original female body.

Ever since this part had grown, she had been unable to eat or sleep in peace, living every day in fear and anxiety, let alone masturbating.

“Mm, I need to observe the changes there.” Liu Zhaoran said softly, though a flicker of excitement and urge shone in her eyes, extremely well concealed by the movement of her lowered head.

She raised a hand and adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, eyes slightly lowered, her dark pupils gleaming like those of an eagle lurking in the dark night, waiting for its prey to take the bait.

“Oh, I see.” Song Nanyin felt extremely embarrassed inside, but what had to be done still had to be done. She figured she just had to coax some fluid out of this thing; it shouldn’t be that hard, and who knew, maybe she wouldn’t feel anything at all.

With that thought, Song Nanyin lowered her head and reached out to touch it.

Apart from washing, this was her first time touching the place.

As for the feel, it was soft, like a big piece of gummy candy. It was springy and cushiony when squeezed, and rather pleasant. It was a little warm, and the front end was slick with fluid seeping from who knew where.

Song Nanyin tilted her head slightly, eyes shut, not daring to look at Liu Zhaoran, nor to look down at herself. She wasn’t exactly skilled, and her movements were modeled only on the adult films she had watched, essentially a clumsy “jerk-off” by sheer force.

The result was that the little thing was squeezed red by her fingers, yet showed no sign of rising, let alone “spitting” anything out.

“Mmm…” Song Nanyin let out a soft groan. Fine beads of sweat dripped down her temples, and a little perspiration seeped from the tip of her nose.

She didn’t feel pleasure; it was somewhat uncomfortable. Her lower abdomen felt as if it were loaded with several buckets of lamp oil, heavy and sagging.

Liu Zhaoran had originally just been waiting on the side to record the changes, but she saw that Song Nanyin had been fumbling for a long while without managing to get hard, and instead the scent radiating from her body grew thicker and thicker, until even she herself was somewhat affected.

Her face showed a hint of impatience, tinged with contempt. After waiting a few more minutes, she simply walked over, pressed Song Nanyin against the wall, moved her hand aside, and took its place.

“Mm? Liu Zhaoran… what… what are you doing…” Song Nanyin hadn’t expected Liu Zhaoran to touch her there. Worse still, as she drew close, that faint fragrance Song Nanyin knew all too well drifted over.

The scent of grass mixed with thin smoke, along with the faint cucumber note of the body wash. These traces of Liu Zhaoran rushed in without reason in a single instant, forcibly parting her nostrils and flooding inside.

In just that moment, the “part” that had felt nothing moments ago seemed to have been fitted with gears, and immediately began to turn.

The little fleshy lump lifted its head, flushed crimson, displaying its excitement at that moment. Liu Zhaoran had clearly noticed this as well. She glanced over meaningfully and raised an eyebrow, as if mocking the reaction she had elicited.

In truth, Song Nanyin didn’t know why this was so humiliating. It seemed that ever since this part had grown, apart from the most unavoidable circumstances, every time it reacted, it was related to Liu Zhaoran.

Now, that woman was rubbing the front end with the web of her thumb, smearing the seeping fluid over her hand and, using it as lubrication, stroking rapidly. The novel sensation was incredibly pleasurable to Song Nanyin. She didn’t know how to describe this feeling.

It was like… like an electric shock, like someone was pressing and grinding through her body and bones. The enlarged clitoris was wrapped in that palm, rubbed and pulled rapidly by Liu Zhaoran.

Her scent was everywhere, her presence especially distinct. Liu Zhaoran’s hand was so hot, so fast, and so forceful. It hurt a little, yet it felt extremely good.

“Ah… mm… it hurts, Liu Zhaoran, you’re hurting me…”

Song Nanyin tilted her head back, letting out a delicate, weak cry. Except this sentence was clearly laced with lies. There was pain, of course, but the pleasure was far more pronounced than that negligible ache.

Liu Zhaoran was far too clever; Song Nanyin’s shoddy acting couldn’t fool her at all. That lump in her palm was growing hot and hard, continuously leaking fluid, as if it couldn’t wait to display every bit of its wantonness.

She had already become this wanton and pleasured, and this foolish woman was still crying out in pain. Truly stupid and laughable. Of course, this manner of saying one thing while feeling another was also a little cute.

Liu Zhaoran didn’t stop her movements; instead, she meted out punishment for the lie. She squeezed the swollen lump hard in her palm, rubbing and stroking with the greatest force and the fastest speed.

Song Nanyin’s breathing grew quicker and quicker, her whole body like a roasted, melting marshmallow, going completely soft. She forgot her shyness, her mind overwhelmed by the pleasure of delight, and let out contented moans.

“Mm… slower… it feels so strange, I won’t be able to take it.” Song Nanyin tried to reach down and stop Liu Zhaoran’s “evil deed,” even if only to make her slow down a little.

This was the first time Song Nanyin had experienced such a sensation. She was afraid of this unknown, feeling that her body, under Liu Zhaoran’s bullying, was about to slip beyond her control.

Suddenly, her lower back went soft, and the urge to arch upward was intensely strong. She tentatively twisted her hips. A violent, intense pleasure like an electric shock swept through, bursting out from within her own body.

Song Nanyin no longer cared about the identities of the two of them, no longer cared how much she had hated Liu Zhaoran before. She raised her arms and hugged her tightly, nestling her soft body into Liu Zhaoran’s embrace, experiencing the moment as the climax arrived.

Scalding fluid suddenly sprayed all over her hand without the slightest warning. Liu Zhaoran’s movements paused slightly; she had never imagined that in just a few seconds, Song Nanyin would…

Liu Zhaoran had a strong sense of time and was especially sensitive to it. She could be certain that from the moment she had touched her to the moment that hot stream covered her hand, it had absolutely been within twenty seconds.

She raised her head and looked at Song Nanyin, who was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, breathing softly. Her cheeks were flushed all over, and a trace of tears lingered at the corners of her eyes, making the outer corners so red they seemed painted with a layer of cherry blossom petals.

All along, the impression Song Nanyin had given Liu Zhaoran, besides being foolish, was of someone quite wanton in bed. After all, Song Nanyin’s figure, including her looks, was extremely bright and dazzling; in cruder terms, she gave off the sense of someone with strong desires.

But now, she was curled up in her arms like a little kitten, her rosy lips bitten red by her own teeth, her tear-flecked emerald eyes tender and pitiable. She was savoring the afterglow, panting softly, and even her cries at climax had not been loud. She clung to Liu Zhaoran with trembling arms, looking so easy to bully, a feeling completely opposite to her dazzling appearance.

This woman’s climax had come far too quickly; the little thing in her palm had spilled all over her hand without the slightest warning. Liu Zhaoran hadn’t reacted in time and hadn’t managed to collect it with the test tube. Fortunately, although Song Nanyin had been quick, the volume was generous; what was in her palm would probably still do for research.

Liu Zhaoran was busy going off to run the tests and had no mood to tease Song Nanyin at the moment. She withdrew her gaze, pushed the woman out of her embrace, and turned to head for the third-floor laboratory, leaving Song Nanyin, her legs weak, standing alone against the wall.