Chapter Three: Returning Your Clothes

“Your clothes? Of course, I thought they were too cumbersome, so I just threw them all away,” the parasite replied airily, as if those clothes never belonged on a person in the first place.

“How am I supposed to leave now? If someone finds me standing here without any clothes on, I’ll be sent straight to the police!” Fang Yuan was so furious that he felt like he might explode.

“Do you want to wear clothes?” the parasite asked indifferently.

“Is that even a question?” Although Fang Yuan found it strange to be asked this at such a time, he couldn’t help but retort.

But then, Fang Yuan discovered his body was once again beyond his control, striding straight toward one of the suites. At first, he had no idea what the parasite intended. But as he drew near the suite, a sudden realization struck him. He screamed inwardly, but his mouth would not obey. He tried to halt his steps, but his legs moved like clockwork, ignoring all his desperate commands.

Oh, my heavens, this is outrageous.

Fang Yuan was so flustered that he even began to think in dialect, though only in his mind.

Had Fang Yuan known whose room he was about to enter, he would surely have been enraged to the point of hemorrhaging from every orifice.

Indeed, Fang Yuan was heading straight for the room of the girl from earlier. Through the glass, he could already see her silhouette. She seemed to notice him as well, her face twisted in fury.

And who wouldn’t be angry? Any girl, having just finished her shower, clad only in her most intimate attire, would be furious to see a brash young man attempting to barge into her room. Like an enraged little bird... and then—

Fang Yuan was mortified to the point of wishing for death. He was a top student, not some street thug.

He watched himself open the door, stride into the young woman’s room, his gaze sweeping up and down her body as the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch upward. Was this a reaction to what he’d seen? ...No, he saw nothing. Nothing at all.

One had to admit, the girl’s composure was remarkable. Even in such circumstances, she maintained a frosty, aloof posture, observing his every movement with cold detachment. Fang Yuan wandered around the room, marveling at the luxury—the kind of place only the wealthy could afford, with rooms nested within rooms... Yes, that was no exaggeration.

There were many rooms, each with a specific function. Fang Yuan finally managed to locate a walk-in closet. Inside, there were all kinds of beautiful women’s clothes, in every style and color imaginable.

His eyes lit up as he gazed at them for a long moment, then he grabbed a few pieces at random and shed the tulle dress he’d been wearing...

When Fang Yuan finally regained control of his body, he caught sight of his own wretched expression in the mirror—an expression that looked even more miserable than being unclothed.

He was a young man, standing at a height of one meter eighty, and yet he was now clad in a frilly, strappy dress. Wearing underwear on the outside was the least of his worries—after all, society was open-minded now. But what on earth was that flesh-pink thing wrapped around his legs?

“So, are you satisfied?” the parasite asked smugly, genuinely proud of its handiwork, utterly oblivious to the psychological trauma it had inflicted upon Fang Yuan.

“Are you some kind of cosmic prankster?” Fang Yuan gritted his teeth, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

“What a fine shell, wasted like this,” the girl remarked, walking over just in time to see Fang Yuan talking to his reflection in the mirror. She couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Miss, you’re overthinking this. I’m not that kind of person at all...

Fang Yuan was on the verge of tears. He wanted to explain, but seeing himself in such a ridiculous state, he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

It was all that damned parasite’s fault. If you’ve got the guts, come out and face me—I promise I won’t squash you against the wall.

But Fang Yuan knew there was no point trying to explain, so he forced himself to appear calm and composed.

“Want to learn how to hold your breath? I can teach you for free,” Fang Yuan recalled the girl’s earlier words and tried to put on an innocent face. As long as the girl didn’t mistake him for a pervert, maybe he could get out of here unscathed.

Now the girl hesitated. Though she’d just thought him rude, she’d still been willing to give him a chance. But after this episode, she truly had her doubts—was this man out of his mind?

Seeing her hesitation, Fang Yuan grew anxious inside: Come on, just say something!

“I can agree to your offer, but I have one condition,” the girl said.

“All right, name it! I’ll agree to anything, as long as you let me teach you to hold your breath,” Fang Yuan replied without hesitation. Only after he’d spoken did he realize—who was really begging whom here? This girl—if she doesn’t become a negotiator, it would be a waste of her gift.

But once spoken, his words couldn’t be taken back. He wasn’t the sort to lack dignity. Still, his intelligence never used to be so lacking—could the damn parasite have meddled with his IQ?

Yes, that must be it. He was a top student, after all—his intelligence was far above the norm.

He’d even gone out of his way to test himself with IQ questions before, and proved his score was above 180. That’s why Fang Yuan had always been certain he was smarter than most.

“That’s your own intelligence at work, don’t blame me,” the parasite said languidly. “I simply restored things as they were, without any flaws.”

“My request is simple: pick out an outfit from my wardrobe that suits you, put it on, and walk out of here,” the girl said with a smile.

“You look young, but your mind is truly devious,” Fang Yuan thought silently but dared not say aloud.

Right now, he desperately needed an outfit—he didn’t care if it was women’s clothing or not, anything was better than looking this ridiculous. Besides, hadn’t the girl just said he could leave once he was dressed?

That meant, as soon as he changed, he could be on his way, and she wouldn’t do anything to him.

But what was her sense of fashion? Aside from lace, it was all tulle and frills. Then again, she was here for a beach holiday—this attire made sense. Still, it made things difficult for Fang Yuan.

He rummaged through her wardrobe, finally coming up with an idea. He grabbed an outfit that looked decent enough, threw it on, then took a plain scarf and, inspired by the fashion spreads he’d seen, wrapped it around his head, leaving only his eyes exposed. No, just one eye—that would do...