novelraw Chapter 1 : What You Sow, You Shall Reap
Chapter 1 : What You Sow, You Shall Reap
—That day, I dug a big pit and buried myself in it.
"希望のはな, 繋いだ絆が...... (The flower of hope, the bonds we formed…)"[TN: "Sign" by FLOW; NARUTO Shippūden]
The phone alarm rang right on time, waking Jiang Feng from his dream where he had been having a romantic encounter with the Duke of Zhou's daughter.
His body almost reflexively turned off the alarm. Jiang Feng rolled over and continued sleeping soundly, showing no intention of getting up.
A beautiful day starts with staying in bed.
Having just turned to his side, Jiang Feng suddenly felt something inexplicably itchy on his face. He instinctively reached up to scratch his cheek, but touched several soft strands that felt like hair.
"......?"
His brain, still drowsy from just waking up, wasn't functioning well enough to support rational thinking. He groggily sat up and opened his eyes, only to see several strands of silver hair blocking most of his vision.
"......What is this thing?" Jiang Feng muttered in confusion, but strangely, what came from his throat wasn't a rough man's voice, but a soft, timid loli voice.
He felt like he had heard this voice somewhere before, but couldn't remember where for the moment.
His head at this time was like a rusty machine without oil lubrication, unable to operate smoothly.
Jiang Feng patted his cheek, trying to wake himself up a bit.
He felt something wasn't quite right with his body, sensing an indescribable feeling of weakness.
Pushing his memory back to last night, he gradually remembered that he had accidentally activated some strange magic circle, summoned a demon from another world, then confusedly signed a contract with that demon named Lillian......
Wait, Lillian!?
Thinking of this, Jiang Feng suddenly realized that his voice just now was exactly Lillian's voice!
But why had his voice become Lillian's voice......
............
............
Finally noticing something wrong, Jiang Feng's drowsy head instantly cleared under this sudden feeling of horror.
He hurriedly looked down, but what he saw wasn't his previous otaku body with a little belly, but a petite figure wearing a pure white nightgown, with two small jade-like feet peeking out from the hem of the nightgown.
"No way......"
His heart was almost instantly filled with terror and panic. He tremblingly raised his right hand and slowly explored inside his nightgown.
"！！！！！！"
It was gone.
His little brother who had accompanied him for twenty-one years was gone!!!
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Jiang Feng let out a sharp scream. She hurriedly got up and jumped out of bed.
Obviously, Jiang Feng's head wasn't working very well at this time. The weakness and frailty throughout her body hadn't made her realize just how weak her body had become.
The consequence of jumping out of bed as usual was that when she landed, she felt like she was stepping on cotton. Her weak legs couldn't resist the impact of landing at all, and her legs immediately gave out, causing her to fall directly on her butt.
"Ow ow ow ow ow!!!!!!"
Intense pain transmitted through her nerves to her brain. This pain, which should have been completely within the tolerable range, made Jiang Feng's nose tingle and her vision blur instantly. Moisture condensed into large teardrops that slid down from the corners of her eyes.
"¥@@#%&@! That hurt like hell!" Jiang Feng grimaced in pain while rubbing her butt, using a voice as soft and sweet as a fairy from a dreamland to speak vulgar and crude words.
She struggled to stand up with her limp body, but just as she straightened up, a violent dizzy spell invaded her mind. Her vision went black and many golden stars appeared, and the intense discomfort made her involuntarily let out a pained moan.
"Damn it!" Jiang Feng cursed quietly. This condition wasn't unfamiliar to her—she had experienced anemia for a period in childhood, and this dizzy, black-vision state happened when standing up after squatting.
Suppressing the urge to collapse, Jiang Feng slowly walked to the full-length mirror. The reflection in the mirror completely destroyed her last shred of hope.
It was a girl who appeared to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, with silver hair like snow, skin like cream, eyes like crescents, and pupils like stars. Her surprised expression and dazed look added a natural airhead quality to the girl, making her already somewhat cute appearance even more adorable. Only her pale, somewhat sickly complexion slightly marred the beauty of this image.
The girl's crimson eyes were as pure and flawless as the world's most precious crystals, sparkling with diamond-like brilliant starlight. Jiang Feng was certain he had never seen—and believed he never would see again—such beautiful, pure eyes.
At this moment, these pure eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, with several drops of undried moisture at the corners, presenting a tearful appearance.
The girl's figure was very petite, appearing to be only about 140 centimeters tall. Her arms and legs were so thin and weak that one might wonder if they would break with a touch, and her body was so frail it seemed like a gust of wind could blow her away. Her flat chest showed no curves at all—perhaps the term "washboard" could perfectly describe her figure.
This figure wasn't unfamiliar to him. If he replaced the hair and eye color with black and made it slightly larger, it would undoubtedly be that demon who called herself Lillian yesterday.
In other words, the girl in the mirror was the product of the wish he made yesterday—that girl who belonged only to him, Xifeng.
Such a lovable, delicate, and fragile girl was almost seducing people to commit crimes, but Jiang Feng currently had no mood to appreciate this at all.
Because... this girl in the mirror was himself!!!
"Crack!"
Jiang Feng punched the glass with all his strength and roared furiously, "Lillian, you damn well schemed against me!!!"
No matter how slow she was, she should understand by now—she had been tricked by Lillian, and this big pit was one she had dug herself.
The wish she made was to have a "girl who would forever belong to him and could be played with at will." While it seemed this wish had indeed been fulfilled, the way it was fulfilled was, well, maybe, perhaps a little bit off.
Under her full-strength punch, the fragile mirror instantly shattered, but immediately after, the recoil from the mirror made Jiang Feng cover her right hand in pain, rolling on the ground with tears streaming down her face.
This body's sensitivity to pain and tolerance level had dropped to a degree that normal people couldn't understand at all.
Only then did Jiang Feng suddenly realize that this seemed to be exactly one of the conditions she had requested when making her wish yesterday.
Then, intense fear began spreading in Jiang Feng's heart, because she clearly remembered all the perverted requirements she had made for this body.
Timid, tsundere, developed tear ducts, weak constitution, afraid of pain, afraid of thunder, vampire, and a training system for disciplining her......
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
Thinking of this, Jiang Feng let out a despairing wail. She certainly loved these attributes, but... she definitely didn't want these things to appear on herself!!!
A dignified seven-foot-tall man had become a little girl who would cry at the slightest bullying!?
What kind of international joke was this!
Humiliated tears flowed out. The intense indignation and terror in her heart made Jiang Feng's head heat up. She quickly rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a fruit knife, and unhesitatingly slashed hard at her wrist.
"I... hah... would rather die... hah... than suffer this humiliation!" Just running from the bedroom to the kitchen made Jiang Feng pant heavily, showing just how extremely poor this body's stamina was.
The sharp fruit knife cut across the tender skin of her wrist, opening a long gash. Bright arterial blood immediately gushed out, and the piercing pain that followed made Jiang Feng instantly regret her action.
Just the pain from falling had left her teary-eyed and unable to stand for a long time. The pain of slashing her wrist now was unimaginable.
"Holy shit! It hurts! It hurts so much!!!! Holy shit!!! I was wrong!!!!"
Tears uncontrollably covered her entire face. Jiang Feng was almost about to be knocked unconscious by this heart-gnawing agony. At the same time, the fear of death also shrouded her heart, making her even more regretful of her impulsiveness.
As they say, a bad life is better than a good death. If she died, she'd have nothing left, and moreover, she'd still have to sell her soul to the demon after death—if she died now, that would really be a total loss.
She struggled to get up and bandage the wound, but the piercing pain and massive blood loss made her already very weak body gradually lose consciousness, and she couldn't muster any strength at all.
For a moment, Jiang Feng fell into intense self-blame and fear. If she continued lying here like this, she might really die in her own home from excessive blood loss.