IBHON 02

Chapter 02

My head hurt, my whole body was weak.

This was the first sensation I felt after coming to this world—or rather, it’s more accurate to say it was the only sensation I had.

I really didn’t expect that this kind of teleportation would happen like this. Just thinking about it now makes cold sweat break out all over me.

That cloud person just now actually did that to me.

It actually grabbed me, tore me into pieces, and ate me!

Though, to be fair, it didn’t hurt at all, and this is apparently a unique method of teleportation, so I can understand it.

The process doesn’t matter; what matters is the result. As long as I’ve arrived in this world as the protagonist, that’s fine.

It’s just that I can’t understand why every teleportation like this makes the user’s head feel like it’s splitting apart. This headache is truly unbearable.

I really hope I never have to go through that again.

And now… I’ve probably arrived in the world of my novel.

I’m completely weak, but that doesn’t stop me from opening my eyes to take a good look at this world.

Alright, after counting to three, I’ll open my eyes to see if I’ve become the protagonist of my own story. If it’s real, then I can use the protagonist aura and powerful settings to dominate the world, haha…

Okay, don’t get cocky. Stay calm. Count to three and open your eyes.

Three!

I opened my bright, shining eyes. Indeed, the room had an ancient-style design. Looks like I really did come into the world of my novel.

But… why is everything in this room pink? I remember designing the protagonist to be a low-status branch-family descendant. Though the protagonist is the son of the clan head, the room shouldn’t be this neat and perfect, with everything one could ask for. And a boy wouldn’t live in such a girly room, right?

Could this be some prank by those guys? If so, they’re way too mean. But as the protagonist’s “first kill,” they’ve already done their duty.

I really don’t understand why my whole body feels like it’s falling apart. I barely support myself, and it hurts like hell.

I rubbed my long hair with one hand, while the other hand naturally landed on a lump of flesh. This lump seemed to be part of my own body—soft, elastic, almost tempting me. So, I didn’t hesitate and pinched it.

“Mm ah!” A voice, incredibly seductive, reverberated in the room.

I quickly covered my mouth. Though the touch just now felt good, why did I make such a terrifying sound?

This must be a dream. Definitely a dream!

If I sleep a little longer, everything will go back to normal.

I rubbed my long hair again, planning to lie down.

Wait… why do I have long hair? According to the timeline, it shouldn’t be this long yet.

I think I just realized something.

Turning my head, my eyes landed on a mirror. In it, I saw a stranger’s face.

The face was small and delicate, like a piece of exquisite art, intoxicating to behold.

Skin fair and soft, as if a squeeze would produce water.

A tiny, cherry-pink mouth, irresistibly tempting. Eyes sparkling, like a sea, like a sky full of stars.

Long, slanted bangs covered half the eyes, and a high nose bridge made this already-beautiful face even more refined and perfect.

“Ah!” A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the Ma Mansion.

“This isn’t me! Absolutely not me!” I muttered to myself, panic written in my pretty eyes. I never imagined that a gender-swap scenario would happen to me.

Though I’ve written many gender-swap novels, I can guarantee this one is not a gender-swap story! Did that wish-granting spirit mess something up?

“小雅, what’s wrong? What happened? Is it hurting again?” A middle-aged man ran in anxiously. Seeing me sitting at the bedside, he immediately grabbed my hand and said: “You’re not well enough to sit up! Lie down quickly. Once I get the Spring Spirit, you’ll regain your health.”

“Wait, what did you just call me?” I asked loudly as he helped me lie down. That name sounded strangely familiar.

“小雅… what’s wrong, daughter? Are you muddled because of illness? It’s all my fault for not taking good care of you. Once I get that Spring Spirit, you won’t have to lie on this lousy bed anymore.” Saying this, the man buried himself in the quilt and started crying loudly.

Hearing this, I roughly understood what was going on. That wish-granting spirit really screwed me over. Didn’t it promise that I would be the protagonist? Why is it like this? Though… I am technically the protagonist.

Yes. The female protagonist.

Damn it!

This body’s name is Lin Xiaoya, the precious daughter of the head of the strongest family in the Central Divine Domain of the Shénmó Continent.

Mother died when she was young. Personality volatile. Looks like her mother. Took her mother’s surname.

And the crying middle-aged man is her father, named Mark.

Man, my past self who designed this really outdid themselves—naming her Lin Xiaoya?

But now isn’t the time to worry about the name. I need to stop him from crying first.

“Father, stop crying. I don’t blame you,” I said with a forced smile. Calling him “father” feels really strange—I don’t think I’ve ever seen my own father before I can remember.

Apparently, my words had no effect. Mark’s tears didn’t stop; they only got worse. Crying, he said: “You must still be mad at me. Even your words have changed.”

My eyelid twitched. You soaked the quilt crying over this? Come on! You’re supposed to be a strong figure—can you not act like a child whining to your daughter?

“Ah… Father.” I held back nausea and embarrassment and spoke in a soft, high-pitched voice. I never imagined I’d ever say this in my life—and somehow I could feel goosebumps crawling from bottom to top.

Now I truly regretted making such a design choice.

An idea sparked in my mind—scratch that, damn the idea!

I must avoid calling him “father” from now on.

“Ah, my dear daughter.” Mark lifted his head, laughed, and in an instant his tearful face transformed into one as if he had just found billions.

I let out a deep sigh. Sigh… I still can’t adjust to my current gender and identity.

But it can’t be helped. I encountered that damn wish-granting spirit. It promised I’d be the protagonist—but instead, it made me the female protagonist!

It’s over. Looks like my future is set. The female protagonist is doomed to be taken by the male lead. I never thought… I’d marry a character I designed myself.

However, since I was the author (once), I must change this ending. There’s no way I’ll let him have me, even if it means turning it into a yuri story.