Wearing The Skin of a Mature Woman

Chapter One: The Rotting Throne and the Forbidden Rebirth

Intense pain, like red-hot blades, slowly ripped away at your flesh. You didn't even have the strength to open your eyes; you felt like you were wrapped in layers of gauze like a mummy. The air was thick with the smells of disinfectant, burnt flesh, and rusty blood.

Each breath felt like tiny shards of glass filling your lungs, the burning pain cutting your throat like a blade. You tried to move your arm, but all you felt was the intense tearing sensation of blood seeping from all your wounds—large patches of skin had already been devoured by the merciless fire.

"Boss...you're awake?" Ah Zhong's voice rang in my ears, hoarse as if it had been repeatedly sanded, and trembling like never before. This right-hand man you trusted most, who had shielded you from knives and bullets all these years, had never shed a single tear.

But at this moment, his voice was so fragile, as if it might shatter at any moment. You tried to speak, but only managed a weak hissing sound. "Don't move!" Ah Zhong quickly pressed down on your bandaged hand. "The doctor said... you can't move right now. Your skin... it's all rotten." The word "rotten" kept echoing in your mind, as if someone was hitting your temple with a hammer again and again.

You vividly remember that final scene: on the highway late at night, you were driving your modified black Mercedes, with Chen Hao, the second-in-command you'd personally promoted, in the passenger seat. He smiled broadly and offered you a cigarette, saying it was to celebrate taking over the new territory. The cigarette had barely been lit when the steering wheel suddenly went out of control; even slamming on the brakes was futile. Then, a deluge of flames erupted, accompanied by the sharp sound of shattering glass and the agonizing scream of twisting metal…

Chen Hao.

The man you once entrusted your back to without reservation has betrayed you. The pain of this betrayal is far sharper than any physical wound. You try to **** a bitter smile, but the movement aggravates the wound on your face, and blood instantly soaks through the gauze.

"Where's Chen Hao?" you managed to squeeze out, your voice hoarse as if rusty iron scraping against glass. Ah Zhong remained silent for a long time before whispering, "He ran away, taking your ledger and half of the brothers with him. Boss, it's my fault for failing to keep an eye on him. I'm so sorry."

You slowly close your eyes, anger surging in your chest, yet with nowhere to vent it. At this moment, even sitting up is a luxury, let alone picking up a knife to kill the person who betrayed you. You are Long Chen, the infamous underworld boss of the Southern District, now reduced to this mangled body, scorched and unrecognizable by fire.

“Boss,” Ah Zhong took a deep breath, his voice carrying an almost obsessive ruthlessness, “I’ve caught someone.”

You tilted your head slightly, signaling him to continue. "She's a PhD in biomaterials, surnamed Lin, specializing in artificial skin and tissue regeneration. Chen Hao wanted to recruit her before, but I beat him to it and have been keeping her locked up in the underground lab for three months now." He paused, then continued, "She said... she could give you a new skin."

New skin? You sneered inwardly. With burns covering 95% of his body, even the most advanced skin grafting surgery was powerless. What kind of miracle could there be? But you still asked, "What skin?" Ah Zhong didn't answer immediately.

The ward door was gently pushed open, accompanied by the soft sound of a wheelchair sliding. A clear, cool female voice rang out, though slightly hoarse from prolonged imprisonment: "This is a bioactive, tight-fitting outer layer, scientifically known as 'second epidermis.'" She pushed the wheelchair to a stop beside the bed, her voice as calm as if stating experimental data. "It can completely cover the host's original skin and deeply integrate with the nervous system, thereby repairing all surface damage. Theoretically, it can allow you to stand, walk, and even fight with a knife again."

You struggled to open one eye, only to see a blurry outline: a woman in a white coat, with long, jet-black hair, her glasses reflecting light. "What's the price?" you asked hoarsely, knowing there's no such thing as a free lunch. The woman paused for a moment, then slowly said, "It's designed based on a mature woman. After the fusion, you'll have a complete female physiological structure, including the endocrine system, reproductive system, secondary sexual characteristics, everything." A deathly silence fell over the ward. At that moment, Ah Zhong urgently added, "Boss, as long as it lets you walk and wield a knife again, who cares if it's a man or a woman! After you tear Chen Hao to pieces, you can figure out a way to switch back!"

"Dr. Lin said—" "It can't be switched back." Dr. Lin interrupted him, her voice still calm. "Once fully integrated, it's permanent. The main body of the skin will become completely one with the host's flesh and blood, but the outer decorative layers—black stockings, garter belts, boots—can be removed independently, like ordinary clothing." You heard your own heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, like a war drum. Becoming a woman. You, Long Chen, are going to wear a woman's skin? But you also know—if you continue to lie here, like a skinned dog, Chen Hao will devour everything you have. Your territory, your woman, your name, will all become a joke. You are unwilling. "Let me...see."

"You finally spoke." Ah Zhong immediately pushed Dr. Lin out. A moment later, he brought in a silver incubator. He opened it, and inside lay a set of extremely thin, folded "clothing." It looked like an extremely sexy bodysuit, yet it far surpassed ordinary clothing. The main body was semi-transparent, shimmering with a pearly sheen. The curves of the breasts, waist, hips, and legs were exaggerated and perfect, as if tailor-made for a top-tier AV actress. The neckline and crotch were seamlessly integrated, with an invisible zipper at the back. The toes extended into slender boots with heels over ten centimeters high. The boot openings were connected by a ring of extremely thin black fishnet stockings, extending upwards to the upper thighs and connecting to lace garter belts. The black stockings and boots were not integrated with the main body, but rather decorative layers that could be worn and removed independently, yet they seamlessly connected to the main material.

You stare at it, your heart pounding faster and faster. “The material is bioactive protein,” Dr. Lin explains. “It automatically activates upon contact with body temperature. When you first put it on, it feels like a regular bodysuit, with a noticeable feeling of being wrapped in clothing. Once you zip it up, the main body slowly penetrates the skin, repairing damage and rebuilding nerves. This process… requires the host to actively trigger complete fusion.”

"How do I trigger it?" you asked. Dr. Lin adjusted his glasses, his voice still calm: "Through a strong sexual climax. The hormone surge will accelerate the anchoring of the protein to the host's genes. Otherwise, it will only remain in the 'dressing' state and cannot completely heal your wound." Ah Zhong's face flushed red: "Boss... this..."

"Shut up," you said in a low voice, your voice carrying an undeniable coldness, "Prepare a sterile room for me." You never imagined that you would be lying naked on the table in the sterile room, with only your face still wrapped in gauze.

The overhead operating lights were blindingly white. Dr. Lin wore a mask, revealing only her calm eyes. Ah Zhong stood in the corner, his fists clenched tightly. The "leather suit" was taken out of the incubator, unfolded to be almost transparent, like a layer of mist. Dr. Lin started with your feet.

She aligned the boot shaft with your toes and slowly slipped it on. Cool and smooth. The high-heeled boots first enveloped your feet, the ten-centimeter heels straightening your insteps. The boot shaft hugged your calves, the material supple yet noticeably elastic, like the finest leather. Next came the black stockings—extremely thin fishnet stockings rolled up from the boot opening, clinging to your battered calves.

You immediately felt the friction of the stockings: the fine mesh gently scraping against your skin, carrying a slight coolness and a faint tickle. "It feels...like wearing stockings," you murmured, your voice hoarse. "Yes," Dr. Lin replied calmly, "the decorative layer is separate from the main body, so the texture of the fabric will be retained. The main body is just beginning."

She slipped the toe section of the bodysuit onto your feet, the connection to the boots clicking softly like a magnetic clasp. The bodysuit began to roll up. From your ankles to your calves, then to your knees... the material clung to you like a second skin, yet with a distinct feeling of envelopment—tight, constricting, and slippery.

Black stockings peeked through the fabric, the metal buckles of the lace garters clicking twice at the base of your thighs to secure the tops. "Ah..." you couldn't help but let out a sound. The tight-fitting garment pressed against your tattered skin, bringing a strange comfort—like finally being gently enveloped, yet tinged with the shame of lingerie. Dr. Lin continued upwards, pulling the fabric over your thighs and buttocks. The crotch area had a feminine structure, and you felt it being gently covered, a wave of empty, tingling sensation rising from your lower abdomen. "Your waist...it's so tight," you gasped.

“Normal reaction,” Dr. Lin said. “It’s automatically adjusting the curves. Now it’s the chest.” She pulled the bodysuit over your waist, and the exaggerated curves reserved in front of your chest began to fill out. The biological tissue expanded inside, and you could feel your chest swelling—first a slight ache, then a heavy weight.

Two soft, full breasts took shape, their nipples a light pink, standing erect through the thin material. "Ugh...it's too heavy..." you murmured, your voice already starting to soften. "It's still in the clothing stage," Dr. Lin reminded you. "Once the zipper is closed, the main body will begin to fuse." She pulled your arms, shoulders, and neck, and finally the gauze on your face was removed, the bodysuit covering your chin, cheeks, and forehead.

Long hair cascaded down her neckline like a black waterfall. The zipper at the back clicked shut. In that instant, you shuddered. The bodysuit began to "melt." Not violently, but slowly, like warm water seeping into your skin. You felt countless tiny tentacles wriggling beneath your skin, connecting nerves, repairing blood vessels, rebuilding muscles. An itch, an itch that seemed to emanate from your very bones, mixed with an indescribable tingling sensation.

"Ah...it's so itchy..." You arched your back, the weight of your chest swaying, your nipples rubbing against the material, sending jolts of electricity through you. Ah Zhong looked away, his voice trembling: "Boss...can you still hold on?" "I can hold on." You gritted your teeth, your voice already sweet, "Continue...the degree of integration." Dr. Lin pressed down on your shoulder: "It's only the initial repair now. The wound is healing, but to completely anchor the genes, you need to...trigger an orgasm."

Otherwise, it will forever remain in the 'bodysuit' state—feeling like clothing, unable to reach its optimal intensity. You close your eyes, your breathing rapid. This body is too sensitive. Your breasts are heavy and soft, black stockings rub against the inside of your thighs, and the high heels of your boots make your legs involuntarily tense. The bodysuit wraps around every curve, like a lover's hand gently caressing you.

You tried to raise your hand—a slender, fair hand with dark red nail polish on the fingertips. Your fingers gently touched the curve of your chest, pressing against the fabric. "Ugh…!" An electric current instantly surged through your body. You brought your knees together, the black stockings rustling against each other, bringing an even stronger stimulation. "Boss…" Ah Zhong's voice trembled, "Do you need me to go out?" "Go out," you whispered, your voice carrying an unfamiliar, soft moan, "Dr. Lin… you go out too. I can do it myself."

The door closed, leaving you alone in the room. You sat up, your high-heeled boots clicking crisply on the floor. The weight on your chest made you sway forward, your long hair sliding across your bare shoulders—no, your shoulders were covered by a tight-fitting garment, yet they felt as smooth as if you were naked. You walked to the full-length mirror. The woman in the mirror was alluringly beautiful. Long, straight black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her tight-fitting garment shimmering with a pearly sheen, outlining her proud breasts, slender waist, and rounded hips.

The black stockings shimmered under the light, the lace garter belt peeking through, and the high-heeled boots made her legs appear long and sexy. You reached out and gently touched your breasts. Through the fabric, your fingertips pressed against your nipples. "Ah...!" The pleasure was a hundred times more intense than you had imagined. You bit your lower lip, but your hand couldn't stop. Your other hand slid down to your inner thigh, touching the mesh of the black stockings. The rustling... rustling... the sound of the stockings rubbing together was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

You bring your legs together, your hips swaying unconsciously. Your high-heeled boots make you unsteady. You grab the mirror, your chest pressed against the cool surface. "So sensitive...this body..." you murmur, your voice sweet and unfamiliar to yourself. Your fingers move downwards, pressing against your crotch through your tight-fitting clothes. It's already wet there. The clothes are so thin, it feels like you're not wearing anything at all. You gently rub your fingers, finding that tiny clitoris you've never seen before.

"Ah...!" Your back arched violently. Waves of pleasure washed over you. Your knees went weak, and you leaned against the mirror, panting. "No...it's too...too good..." You closed your eyes, but Chen Hao's smiling face flashed in your mind. That betraying face stirred a deeper hatred within you—hatred and lust intertwined, transforming into an even stronger impulse. Your fingers quickened. "Haa...haa...I'm...I'm going to come..." The climax came unexpectedly. You screamed, your body convulsing violently.

The bodysuit completely "melted" in that instant—no longer feeling like clothing, but rather seeping into the skin like mercury, becoming one with flesh and blood. The breasts became softer, more natural, the nipples as sensitive as if directly exposed to the air. The texture of the black stockings on the thighs remained, but no longer felt like external objects, but like the natural texture of the skin—you could even feel the air brushing against the mesh of the stockings. The boots were the same; the pressure of the high heels remained, but they had become part of your body. You slumped to the ground, your chest heaving violently, your long hair disheveled and scattered across your chest. The fusion was complete.

You stand up and look in the mirror again. Now, there's no sense of clothing. You're naked—yet wearing the sexiest black stockings and boots. Your breasts sag naturally yet remain full, your waist is supple, and your hips are rounded. You try taking a couple of steps, the high heels clicking, your hips swaying naturally, and your breasts trembling slightly. With each step, the sensation of the black stockings rubbing against your inner thighs travels directly to your nerves, feeling as real and sensitive as being naked.

You raise your hand and gently pinch your nipple. "Mmm...!" Without any material barrier, the pleasure is purer and more intense. Your legs go weak, and you almost kneel down. This body... is completely yours. Yet it feels so unfamiliar, so... lewd. There's a knock on the door, and Dr. Lin's voice comes through: "Is the fusion complete?" You take a deep breath, your voice soft yet carrying its original coldness: "Come in."

The door opened, and Ah Zhong and Dr. Lin entered. Ah Zhong's eyes widened when he saw you, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Boss…you…" You turned, standing naked before them—black stockings, long boots, large breasts, a seductive face. "Give me a mirror," you said. Ah Zhong handed you a hand mirror. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your red lips slightly parted, your eyes burning with the flames of ****. "Now," you spoke softly, your voice sweet yet laced with murderous intent, "tell me…how I should kill him."

Dr. Lin gently pushed up his glasses, a smile of almost admiration appearing on his face for the first time. "Looking at you now, Chen Hao would never recognize you. Furthermore, the muscle density, reaction speed, and flexibility of this body have all been optimized to the limit. Add to that the psychological advantage of a female appearance…you will become a perfect assassin."

You lower your head, watching your long, slender fingers slowly clench into a fist, your dark red nails gleaming coldly. Chen Hao, you will make him regret ever being born.

Outside the window, the night is deep. You stand before the mirror, your long hair cascading down, your breasts trembling slightly, your black stockings gleaming alluringly under the light. The flames of **** burn fiercely within this new and seductive body.