I Found a "Succubus" Armor on a Rainy Night

Chapter 1 [The Secret Diary: The Forbidden Creature Shell and the Terrifying Transformation in the Dormitory]

April 5th, rain.

When the gears of fate turn in the dead of night, they often do not make a roar, but rather, like tonight's rain, they seep silently into the marrow.

If I knew what was inside that metal box that emitted a faint blue light, I might have run away out of fear, or perhaps... I would have pounced on it even more frantically.

I found it in an abandoned alley on my way back to school. The box wasn't ordinary cardboard, but a cold, smooth, unknown alloy. It had no labels, only a groove resembling a fingerprint. When I pressed my finger on it, it clicked open.

At that moment, I felt as if the sound of rain around me had disappeared.

Lying in the box was not the inflatable doll or prank prop I had imagined, but a mass of "fluid" that seemed to have its own consciousness. It had an almost morbidly pale flesh color, and it writhed slightly under the dim streetlights, as if it were breathing.

I took it back to my dorm.

It's 11:30 PM. The old boys' dormitory building is filled with a murky air reeking of sweat, instant noodles, and foot odor. The dorm next door is still loudly playing online games, and the occasional slapping sound of slippers on the floor echoes down the hallway.

My three roommates have gone to an internet cafe for the night and won't be back tonight. Although that's theoretically true.

But I still locked the door, and even moved a chair behind it. My heart was pounding, as if it were about to burst out of my chest. This guilty conscience made my senses unusually sharp.

I placed the lump on the narrow single bed. It slowly unfolded, revealing itself to be a complete "human skin."

No, calling it "skin" would be an understatement. This was definitely not one of those cheap silicone imitations you find on Taobao. It was as thin as a cicada's wing, its touch frighteningly warm, as if it had just been peeled from a living person, still retaining its warmth. It had no zipper, no seams, only a slight tear on the back, like a wound.

It was an absolutely beautiful female body.

Even just lying limply on the bed, her exaggerated proportions were enough to make any man's throat dry. Her waist was so thin that it seemed it would break with the slightest bend, and in stark contrast were her abnormally large breasts and her full, round buttocks like peaches.

This is definitely a product of some kind of technology that surpasses modern technology. The instruction manual is a thin, transparent sheet, with the words appearing directly on my retina:

【Biomimicry Overwrite Armor - Codename: Succubus】 【Note: After donning this armor, the user's bones and muscles will be reconstructed. Please be mentally prepared.】

Reconstructing my bones?

The mad thought overwhelmed my reason. As if bewitched, I trembled as I stripped off all my clothes. Naked, I was thin, pale, and utterly unattractive.

I took a deep breath and reached my hands into the crack behind my back.

"Ugh..."

In that instant, it wasn't that I entered it, but rather that it "sucked" me in.

That layer of skin seemed alive, greedily clinging to my arm and spreading down my shoulder. The sensation... was so eerie. Slippery, warm, like countless tiny tentacles licking my pores.

I gritted my teeth and stretched my legs inside.

Then, the dramatic change began.

"Ugh—!!"

I bit my hand hard to keep my scream from piercing the wall. Pain! So much pain! But mixed with it was an indescribable, tingling pleasure.

As that biological membrane enveloped my lower body, I clearly heard the creaking of my bones. My pelvis was being forcibly stretched open, and the muscles in my thighs were dissolving, reorganizing, and becoming fuller and softer. My kneecaps shrank, and my calves were stretched long and slender.

"Haa...haa...what...what is this..."

I stared at my body in horror. My chest, which had been flat and even somewhat bony, was now bulging violently as if inflated. The nano-biomaterials beneath my skin were proliferating wildly, filling out into two heavy lumps of fat. The taut feeling of my skin being stretched was clearly transmitted to my nerve endings, as if I were truly experiencing a second puberty.

My shoulders contracted and narrowed, my prominent Adam's apple was forcibly flattened, and my vocal cords felt as if an invisible hand was kneading and reshaping them.

Finally, it was my head.

When that mask covered my face, the darkness lasted only a moment.

Then, a cool liquid flowed into my eyes. When the world brightened again, my vision was completely different—the colors were more vibrant, the angle was wider, and I could even see the dust particles floating in the air clearly.

Thump, thump, thump.

Heavy footsteps suddenly echoed in the corridor.

My heart leaped into my throat. The footsteps grew closer, finally stopping at my dorm room door.

Someone was turning the doorknob.

"Click, click."

The door was locked from the inside; the person outside couldn't get in.

"Tch, sleeping so early? Or maybe you're locking yourself in to masturbate?"

It was my roommate, Lao Wang's, voice. Wasn't he out all night? Why is he back? If he insists on knocking now, or goes to the dorm manager for the key…

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, stiff as a board, barely daring to breathe.

I'm no longer that boy.

The mirror reflected a stunningly beautiful woman with long, silver hair. It was a face that should only exist in anime illustrations: a delicate, oval face, deep, ruby-like pupils, and a natural blush at the corners of her eyes, as if she had just cried or experienced a passionate love affair.

Most striking was her body.

I tried to raise my hand, and the silver-haired beauty in the mirror raised her hand too. It wasn't a gloved hand, but a hand that truly belonged to "me." Fair, soft, with a healthy pink tinge at the fingertips.

My gaze slowly moved downwards. Those G-cup breasts trembled slightly with my breath, their heavy weight so real. They weren't external silicone implants, but real flesh growing on my chest; I could even feel the sensitive tips standing erect in the cold air.

Her waist was so slender it could be encircled by a single hand, forming an erotic hourglass shape with her wide hips. Her legs were long and straight, the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs pressed tightly together.

The footsteps outside the door stopped for about half a minute—that half minute felt like an eternity to me.

"Never mind, I'll just squeeze in next door."

The footsteps faded away.

My legs went weak, and I collapsed to the ground.

"Haa...haa..."

The breath that came out of my mouth was no longer a rough male voice, but a sweet and seductive gasp.

This is not just a change in appearance. I felt an emptiness between my legs. It was as if the organs that originally belonged to men had been absorbed and folded deep into my body by this bio-armor, and in their place were structures that truly belonged to women.

I reached out, my hand trembling, and touched my chest.

The moment my fingertips touched that soft mound, a jolt of electricity shot through my brain.

"Mmm..."

It's so sensitive. This body was practically made for pleasure.

April 12th, sunny turning cloudy.

A week has passed since that crazy rainy night.

Like an addict, I can't resist the temptation of transformation. But the dormitory is just too dangerous; that heart-pounding feeling, while exciting, could easily cause cardiac arrest.

So, I used all my savings to rent an old single room in "Sunset Apartments," three subway stops away from the school. The soundproofing was poor, and the residents were a mixed bunch, but that was exactly what I needed—no one would care that there was a beautiful silver-haired woman I'd never seen before in the apartment.

I had no classes this afternoon, so I arrived here early.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and there was a faint musty smell in the room. But I didn't care.

I eagerly opened the box, letting the bio-armor engulf me once more. The pain of bone remodeling was still there, but I actually began to enjoy this pain, because it was the ticket to bliss.

A few minutes later, the silver-haired, red-eyed "succubus" was born once more.

This time, I was much better prepared.

On the bed lay a set of gear I'd ordered online: ultra-thin black pantyhose and a set of semi-transparent lace lingerie.

Standing before the mirror, looking at this perfect body, a twisted sense of narcissism welled up within me. I am a man, but now I am also the most exquisite woman.

I picked up the black lace bra. Because my breasts were so large, I had to bend over and support those two heavy mounds of flesh with my hands to barely squeeze them into the bra cups.

"So tight..."

The thin shoulder straps dug into the tender flesh of her shoulders, leaving a faint red mark. The edge of the lace rubbed against her sensitive areolas, sending shivers down her spine.

Next came the 80D black pantyhose.

I sat on the edge of the bed, lifting my long, beautiful legs.

The bio-armor-simulated skin felt wonderful; as I rolled up the black stockings and slipped them over my toes, the nylon texture of the stockings against my skin was vividly conveyed in my mind.

I pulled them upwards, little by little. Ankles, calves, knees…

The black stockings, like a layer of ink, clung tightly to my fair legs, making my already perfect leg shape even more alluring. The flesh-colored fabric peeked through the black mesh, creating a visually striking effect that made my breath quicken.

As the stockings dug into the tender flesh at the base of my thighs, I couldn't help but let out a sweet moan.

"Ah...this feeling..."

I stood up and walked to the full-length mirror.

The person in the mirror had silver hair cascading down their bare back, clad only in black lace lingerie and black stockings, exposing large swaths of snow-white skin to the air. Large breasts were supported by the black lace, creating a deep, unfathomable cleavage. Below their flat stomach lay a mysterious triangle encased in black stockings.

Although my consciousness was male, my hormones seemed to be completely taken over by this "bio-armor." I felt my cheeks burning, and a strange, feminine emptiness welled up inside me.

I stretched out my hands and slowly stroked my thighs through the black stockings.

My fingertips glide across the silky nylon surface, while my palms feel the supple muscles and fat beneath. This sensation is two-way—my hands feel the beauty of my legs, and my legs feel the caress of my hands.

Self-stimulation. This immoral pleasure sent shivers down my spine.

My hand moved upwards along the inside of my thighs, finally stopping between my legs.

Although this body is "simulated," its structure is frighteningly realistic thanks to biotechnology. I can't see

that part, but I can feel that it's already wet.

Am I... a pervert?

I looked at the beautiful woman in the mirror, her eyes glazed and her face flushed, and murmured to myself. My voice was so soft it made me want to push myself away.

"No... I'm a woman now... This is... normal..."

I tried to make excuses for myself, but my actions became increasingly bold.

One hand pressed against her chest, kneading the breasts that were too large to be grasped in one hand. Her nails dug into the flesh, and the black lace deformed under the pressure.

With her other hand, she gently pressed the hidden pearl through the crotch of the stockings.

"Ah!!"

An intense wave of pleasure exploded within me, making my legs go weak and almost causing me to kneel on the ground. This body is more than ten times more sensitive than a man's! Just the pressure through the stockings made my whole body tremble, and my toes curled up inside the stockings.

"Ah...no...it's too intense...ah..."

The beauty in the mirror opened her small mouth, saliva trailing a silvery thread at the corner of her lips. Her eyes were unfocused, completely immersed in the vortex of lust.

I could even feel that the bio-armor was secreting some kind of aphrodisiac substance, directly affecting my nervous system. It was seducing me, luring me to completely succumb to this body.

I started twisting my waist in front of the mirror, watching my huge breasts sway violently with the movements, watching my beautiful legs encased in black stockings rub against each other.

The dual stimulation of sight and touch made me completely forget who I was.

I'm not that college student living in fear in my dorm room.

I'm the queen of this dark apartment.

My fingers quickened their pace, darting between my wet, slippery legs. Each friction was accompanied by a soft, squelching sound, which seemed especially lewd in the quiet room.

"I'm...I'm going there...ah...there...haa..."

With a violent spasm, I arched my back, my head slamming against the mirror with a thud, but I paid no heed to the pain.

A white light exploded in my mind.

It was an overwhelming pleasure, like an out-of-body experience, a mixture of male ejaculation and female orgasm.

After a long while, I slid down the mirror like a lump of mud and collapsed onto the floor.

Her legs, encased in black stockings, were still twitching unconsciously, her chest heaving violently, and sweat soaked her long silver hair, which clung to her face and neck.

The air was filled with the scent of photinia flowers, as well as a sweet, slightly fishy smell that was unique to women.

I stared at the ceiling, my gaze gradually focusing.

A satisfied yet decadent smile curled at the corners of my lips.

This body, this secret, this second life… I will never let go.

This is just the beginning. Having such a captivating body, it would be a waste to merely admire oneself in front of the mirror.

I glanced at the school uniform I had originally planned to buy for my future girlfriend, which was lying on the corner of the bed, and a bolder, more dangerous idea popped into my head.