Su Mu took a small step forward and bowed her head slightly, trying to sound composed. "Yes, Mother. I… apologize for the confusion. I'm still adjusting."
Her mother studied her for a long moment with piercing blue eyes before nodding slowly. "That's understandable. The awakening process can be difficult… even dangerous."
She stepped closer, her tone becoming gentler. "Yesterday, during your awakening ceremony, a magical anomaly occurred—something extremely rare. You lost consciousness, and we feared the worst."
Su Mu's lips parted slightly. So that's what happened. That's when I came here...
"But now that you're awake, all is well," her mother added, resting a graceful hand on Su Mu's shoulder.
There was warmth in that touch. It made Su Mu want to cry, though she didn't fully know why.
Maybe it was the kindness. Maybe it was the weight of being seen and accepted as this world's Su Mu.
Her mother took a step back and continued, her voice regaining its formal strength.
"As a daughter of the Su family, you are now part of a powerful lineage. Our ancestors were great Spiritual Masters, and you've inherited that legacy."
"Now that your powers have awakened, you must begin learning to control your Spiritual Power. We've arranged for your admission into a top academy—a place that will help shape your abilities and prepare you."
Su Mu could barely breathe. Spiritual Power. A magical academy. A family with a legacy of power. This world wasn't just different—it was like a fantasy come to life.
"I understand, Mother," she said with a bow, her voice steadier this time. "I'll give it my all and become a worthy Spiritual Master."
Her mother's lips curved into the faintest smile.
"That's the spirit, Mu'er." She stepped forward again and gently fixed a stray strand of hair behind Su Mu's ear. "Your father will be pleased to see you. Once you're ready, Lingxi will take you to him for breakfast."
With that, she turned and left the corridor, her presence leaving behind a quiet echo of elegance.
Su Mu watched her go, stunned by the experience. Then, turning to Lingxi, she found the blue-haired girl already standing politely, waiting.
"Miss Su Mu," Lingxi said softly, "I'll guide you to the washroom now, and afterward, we'll head to the dining hall."
Su Mu nodded and followed quietly.
The hallways they passed through were lined with towering windows, intricate tapestries, and chandeliers that glittered like stars. The whole estate felt like a palace—grand, noble, and a little intimidating.
Eventually, they reached the washroom.
It was enormous. White marble floors, a bathtub big enough for five people, golden-framed mirrors, and delicate flower arrangements gave the space an almost royal air.
Su Mu stepped inside alone. Lingxi waited just outside the door, giving her space.
She approached the mirror and stared at the reflection.
There she was—Su Mu. Or rather… herself, in this new life.
The face in the mirror looked like something out of a dream: soft, elegant features, porcelain-like skin, silver-white hair cascading over her shoulders, and eyes the color of deep emeralds.
She reached up and touched her cheek.
"This… is me now," she whispered. Her reflection—this delicate, alluring face—stared back at her with an unfamiliar but strangely comforting gaze.
She couldn't hold back the swirl of emotion rising in her chest. Excitement, fear, confusion… wonder.
All of it crashing together.
"I've been eager to explore what this body can do. Ah, I'd like to indulge in some self-pleasure..." Su Mu found herself alone in the bathroom, and a wave of uninhibited thoughts flooded her mind.
"It was a common occurrence in my previous life, but experiencing it as 'me' in this new form is an entirely different sensation."
Her heart pounded harder the longer she looked.
There was no shame in the curiosity blooming inside her—only a growing need to understand. To explore. To know herself.
She laughed softly under her breath. "Of course, I'd end up in a body that's exactly my type. Just my luck."
Her voice echoed against the marble walls, and somehow it didn't sound foreign anymore. It sounded like her voice. Feminine, gentle, yet with a note of boldness.
She ran her hands down the sides of her waist, feeling the smooth curve of her hips.
"Am I really this soft?" she murmured, half in awe, half in disbelief.
Every movement sent tingling along her skin, not from arousal exactly, but from discovery. From knowing that she was touching her own body for the first time in a completely different way.
She leaned closer to the mirror and touched her lips with her fingertips—plump, full, slightly parted from quiet breathing.
"It's almost unfair how pretty I am," she said with a faint grin, feeling a strange mix of amusement and confidence rising in her chest.
The air in the bathroom felt warmer, heavier.
"My face looks a bit younger, in contrast to my large, womanly breasts," she remarked.
Her gaze lowered, lingering on her chest. She cupped one breast gently, experimentally. The weight. The softness. The realness. Her cheeks flushed as she felt her heart skip.
Yet, this youthful aspect contrasted with the undeniable presence of her large, womanly breasts, creating a dichotomy that both intrigued and perplexed her.
"I may not be an expert on women's faces, but..." She paused, a flicker of self-awareness coloring her words, "I look pretty hot."
"I shouldn't… but…I can't deny it – my body's super sexy," she whispered.
The thought hung there like fog in the air—thick, lingering, inescapable.
And yet, it didn't feel like someone else looking back—it felt like her. Somehow, through all the change, she was still herself inside. Still, Su Yang with the thoughts, memories, and emotions of his past life.
A small chuckle escaped her lips. "So this is what people mean when they talk about 'being your type.' I really am…"
She turned slightly, admiring her form from the side—the natural curve of her waist, the generous shape of her hips, and the perfect roundness of her rear.
"I wonder what cup size they are... maybe 34DD or slightly bigger," she mused, a hint of curiosity lingering in her voice.
"And I'm completely smooth… down there." She bit her lower lip, surprised at her own words. Her pulse quickened, and an unfamiliar heat began to simmer in her lower belly. It was gentle at first, like a flickering candle flame, but it grew with each thought, each breath.
"I wonder…" she whispered, her voice nearly lost in the steam beginning to fog the mirror. "What would it feel like to… actually try?"
The thought stirred something powerful within her—curiosity, excitement, nervousness, and even guilt, as if she were doing something forbidden.
But why should it be? This was her body now. Her right. Her experience.
"M-maybe I should try it?" she hesitated, the thought hanging in the air.
The idea of exploring her own sexuality in this new form crossed her mind, and she contemplated the notion further, "Masturbating as a girl."
"I needed to know what it felt like to be a woman."