Chapter Seven: [The Secret Diary: A Fragmented Puzzle of Flesh, and Intense Hand-to-Hand Combat in the Dormitory]Chapter Seven: [The Secret Diary: A Fragmented Puzzle of Flesh, and Intense Hand-to-Hand Combat in the Dormitory]

After escaping back to my apartment from that dimly lit alley at 11:00 PM on May 25th , I felt like I was about to burst into flames.

The gaze of hundreds of cameras at the comic convention, Lao Wang's possessive protection, and the final scene of the hero saving the damsel in distress—all of this transformed into scalding energy, surging wildly within this bio-armor called "Succubus."

This creature has never been so active. It seems to have come alive, clinging tightly to every inch of my skin, and I can even feel it pulsating slightly, greedily digesting today's "food."

I rushed into the bathroom, not bothering to take it off immediately.

Standing in front of the huge full-length mirror, I looked at the silver-haired beauty in the mirror, her clothes slightly disheveled and her face flushed. Underneath the T-shirt, her G-cup breasts heaved violently with her rapid breathing.

"It's so hot... I can't take it off..."

I tried to peel off the skin from the crack on my back as usual. But it was like it was grown on my body, and it wouldn't budge.

The panic lasted only a second, quickly replaced by lines of golden text appearing in his mind. It was feedback from the bio-armor's operating system:

[Energy threshold exceeded. New mode unlocked: Partial Mimicry.] [User can freely control the area covered by the armor.]

Modular?

A thought flashed through my mind as I tried to imagine "removing my head."

Instantly, that familiar sensation of liquid flowing from my neck returned. My long silver hair and delicate features vanished like mercury, revealing my original, unremarkable male face.

The image in the mirror instantly became grotesque and erotic: a man's face connected to the stunningly beautiful woman's figure.

This stark visual contrast made my breath catch in my throat, and my lower body reacted instantly—of course, my lower body was still female, so it was a deep emptiness and wetness.

"What if... only the hand remained?"

Like a child with a new toy, I began to experiment wildly.

With my thoughts, the leather began to flow and reform on his body.

A few minutes later, I stood before the mirror, staring at this maddening sight:

My body has mostly returned to a male form—a flat chest, somewhat thin arms, and a male organ dangling between my legs.

However, my hands were still those slender, fair hands with green nail polish—the hands of "Fluorite." My chest, though muscular like a man's, had enormous G-cup breasts that hung precariously, like parasites. My legs remained long, shapely, and firm at the thighs, still in their feminine form; I hadn't even taken off my

white functional boots.

This is a monster pieced together from male and female characteristics, a chimera that exists only in the deepest sexual fantasies.

"Too...too perverted..."

I looked at my once rough hands, now soft and boneless, and couldn't help but raise them to gently caress my naked male chest.

The sensation was incredible.

My brain was telling me I was touching a man, but my fingertips were sensing I was touching myself.

I looked down at the erect penis standing proudly against the woman's thigh.

“Since it can be partially controlled… how about this?”

I manipulated the leather covering my crotch, creating a slit to reveal my original male organ, while preserving my large breasts and beautiful hands.

I reached out the succubus's left hand and slowly grasped my own penis.

"Mmm...!"

The moment that soft, cool, calloused female hand enveloped me, I felt a tingling sensation run down my spine.

This was the most perfect "other's hand" in the world. It belonged to me, perfectly matching my rhythm and pressure; yet it didn't belong to me, the delicate touch was something my own hands could never achieve.

I knelt before the mirror and began a bizarre act of masturbation.

My left hand manipulated my penis, while my right hand forcefully kneaded the enormous breasts hanging on my chest. The male vision and the female touch collided violently in my brain.

"Ah...this hand...so soft...so smooth..."

I looked at the monster in the mirror. The man's face was filled with confusion, the woman's hand danced between his legs, and the woman's breasts trembled wildly against his chest.

This pleasure of self-desecration is ten times more stimulating than becoming a complete woman. Because at this moment, I am both the man having sex with a woman and the woman being had sex with by a man.

"I'm...I'm going to cum!"

With a violent tremor, a cloudy white liquid sprayed onto the beautiful hands painted with green nail polish, flowing down between the fingers and dripping onto the white boots.

I collapsed onto the floor, staring at the lewd scene, a mad smile creeping onto my lips.

This body was nothing short of Pandora's box.

Monday, May 27th, cloudy.

After the weekend's revelry, I had to turn back into that inconspicuous male college student and return to the sweaty, smelly 404 dormitory.

As soon as I entered, I sensed something was off.

Old Wang was sitting in a chair, fiddling with the camera he'd used at the comic convention. When he saw me come in, he didn't greet me as usual, but instead scanned me from head to toe with a scrutinizing gaze.

"You're back?" His voice was deep.

"Yeah... I stayed home for two days." I tried to sound natural and tossed my bag onto the bed.

"Where did you go over the weekend?" Old Wang suddenly stood up, walked up to me, and blocked my way.

So direct?

"I didn't go anywhere, just stayed home playing games." I avoided his gaze and pretended to get a cup to drink water.

"Really?" Old Wang sneered, "I went to a comic convention over the weekend. I met a really interesting cosplayer."

My hand trembled slightly, and a little water spilled.

"Oh? You went to the anime convention too? That's great." I feigned composure.

"That cosplayer's name is Fluorite." Old Wang approached step by step, cornering me against the edge of the desk. "Her voice sounds a lot like yours. Her hands..."

Before I could react, Old Wang suddenly made a lightning-fast move and grabbed my right hand!

"What do you want to do?" I panicked and tried to pull my hand back, but he held on tightly.

Old Wang was very strong; his thumb roughly rubbed against the web of my right hand, his eyes fixed on that spot.

There, there was a small, red mole.

That was my mark, the secret I tried to hide by wearing gloves at comic conventions.

Now, it was laid bare before him.

Old Wang's pupils contracted sharply. He stared at the mole, then looked up at my face, his breathing quickening.

"Just as I thought..." he murmured, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock, and a hint of...fervent excitement.

"Let go! Are you crazy?!" I forcefully shook off his hand, my heart pounding in my chest.

We'd been found out. We'd definitely been found out.

"You..." Old Wang was about to say something when suddenly his gaze fell on my neck.

There, because I played too wildly last night, I had a faint red mark from the leather collar. Although I specifically covered it with foundation this morning, some of the foundation came off because I was sweating from struggling just now.

"What happened to your neck?" Old Wang's voice became a little hoarse. He leaned closer, and you could even smell the tobacco on him.

"It's nothing, I just slept wrong and got a stiff neck." I hurriedly covered my neck.

"A stiff neck can leave a ring of marks?" Old Wang didn't back down, but instead took a step closer, almost pressing me against the desk. His eyes were no longer the eyes of someone looking at a brother, but the eyes of someone looking at prey—just like the way he looked at those three thugs in the alley that day, full of aggression.

“You… have a scent.”

Old Wang twitched his nose, as if sniffing something. “A milky scent. Exactly the same scent as that woman at the comic convention that day.”

My mind went blank.

That's because even though the bio-armor was removed, the altered body odor caused by wearing it for a long time is difficult to dissipate in a short period of time.

"Are you crazy! That's the smell of shower gel!" I yelled, trying to push him away.

But my strength was no match for him. Old Wang braced himself on the table with one hand, trapping me in that small space.

"Whether he's crazy or not, we'll find out by testing him."

His hand, as if possessed, reached for my waist—the spot where I'm most ticklish and most sensitive when wearing leather clothing.

Just at this critical moment, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open.

"Holy crap! I'm exhausted!"

Another roommate, Dali, rushed in carrying a basketball, instantly shattering the almost frozen atmosphere of ambiguity and danger.

Old Wang quickly withdrew his hand as if electrocuted, took two steps back, and turned around to pretend to tidy up the table.

I quickly grabbed a basin and rushed to the balcony: "I'm going to wash my face."

Cold water splashed on my face, and as I looked at the panicked boy in the mirror, my heart was still pounding.

It was too dangerous.

Old Wang was no longer just suspicious; he was almost certain. That look in his eyes just now… what was he trying to do? If Dali hadn't come back, would he have stripped me of my clothes?

What's even more terrifying is that when he was pinning me down, smelling his scent, and feeling his forceful movements…

my body actually produced a succubus-like excitement.

The female organ that can be summoned through the "partial dissociation" function is stirring deep within my consciousness, as if anticipating conquest.

I must be careful. This dormitory has become a hunting ground more dangerous than any anime convention.