Chapter 211 : Chapter 211
Chapter 211. The Whale Shark King Was Right
Although Yi Ning had already come to terms with the fact that she had become a girl—and had even resolved to continue living life as one.
But…Wasn’t the whole pregnancy thing going just a little too far?
She wasn’t ready to be a mom!
To be honest, as an evil scientist, Yi Ning was indeed curious about what pregnancy felt like. She wasn’t outright opposed to experiencing it one day.
But still. That same issue again—It hadn’t even been that long since her transformation. She wasn’t mentally prepared yet.
If she absolutely had to get pregnant, then at the very least… at the very least, she’d need a solid ten years post-transformation to warm up to the idea!
Yi Ning slumped in the changing room chair, staring at her reflection in the mirror—exhausted, defeated. Her hand subconsciously moved toward the upper edge of her lab coat’s pocket.
Did she… have anything on her that could still control Lu Zheng?
Yi Ning shoved her hand into her pocket and rummaged aimlessly.
Everything her hand touched was just the materials she’d bought earlier.
How annoying.
She rolled her eyes at the ceiling.
This was exactly why she hated carrying too much stuff around—everything was hard to organize.
Still, desperate times. Yi Ning spent quite a while sorting through the contents of her pocket before finally fishing out a few items that might help her win.
First, her favorite: the stun gun she’d used to scare off that bipedal dragon back in the forest.
Lightweight, quick to use, powerful, and customizable—It could be tuned for crowd control or lethal force depending on the situation. Perfect for home defense, travel emergencies, or arson and murder.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t much use here.
Yi Ning rolled her eyes again and stuffed the stun gun back in her pocket.
As everyone knew, a supervillain’s favorite weapon always debuted in episode one of their showdown with the hero.
Yi Ning was no exception.
The first time she encountered Lu Zheng, who had come to stop her evil scheme, she’d fired this weapon at him.
The result?
The beam from the gun couldn’t even keep up with Lu Zheng’s speed.
Before the shot could land, Lu Zheng had already uppercut her into the ceiling—and on his way, smashed her invention to pieces.
A horrible memory.
Next, Yi Ning pulled out a few items that looked like bombs.
They looked like bombs. They acted like bombs. They were made like bombs.
Well, that’s because… they were bombs.
High-powered, capable of reducing an entire building to dust in a second. And the blast radius could be precisely controlled, minimizing collateral damage.
Naturally, she’d used them before as part of a trap for Lu Zheng.
Again—useless.
Lu Zheng had walked casually through the explosion site, grabbed Yi Ning by the collar, and swung her around like a weapon, smashing her own inventions with her own body. Then he spun her a few more times for good measure before slamming her head into the ceiling once again.
Through it all, his clothes hadn’t even wrinkled.
And no, there wasn’t even one of those cheesy “real men don’t look at explosions” moments—because nothing even singed his jacket.
Just another horrible memory!
Yi Ning shoved the bombs back in her pocket and tried one last time to dig up anything that could give her an edge.
But as expected—nothing.
Even back in her evil base, when her plans were fully prepared, she had never once beaten Lu Zheng.
And now? She only had this handful of useless tools on her.
Despair washed over her.
She turned to glance at the pile of strings next to her and picked up the one with the most fabric.
Should she change into it?
Yi Ning’s hands were shaking slightly.
She glanced at the changing room door, recalling the version of Lu Zheng she’d unleashed—The one freed from his moral shackles, the one oozing dangerous energy.
Lu Zheng hadn’t given her a deadline to change clothes. In theory, she could just stay in here and never come out. But that, in Yi Ning’s eyes, was no different from slow death.
She couldn’t stay in the changing room forever.
What if her prolonged delay made this unfiltered, bottom-tier Lu Zheng angry?
Would he lash out in shame and fury and pounce on her right then and there!?
The mere thought of becoming a mother sent a shiver through her shoulders.
Yi Ning looked at the string in her hand again.
A strange idea crept into her mind—Maybe… wearing this lingerie out and showing it to Lu Zheng wouldn’t be that bad?
Either way, she was dead.
So wouldn’t it be better to dress herself than to be forced into something shameful by Lu Zheng when he snapped?
At least then she could preserve some dignity.
Besides, the entrance to the changing room was a blind spot. No one else could see her in this disgraceful state—only Lu Zheng.
Only Lu Zheng.
And oddly enough, Yi Ning began to feel like… that was acceptable.
She even started comforting her own shame with: “Well, it’s not like Lu Zheng is some total stranger~”
Ah, yes. The road to corruption. Once you find a logical excuse, it’s just like a stone rolling down a hill—Unstoppable.
Yi Ning hugged the lingerie to her chest, pursed her dry lips, and reached up to her collar.
Her fingers—of their own accord—began unfastening her buttons.
Soon, her clothes fell to the floor, gathering loosely in a circle around the chair.
“Hey… hey…”
Yi Ning stared at the girl in the mirror.
Cheeks flushed. Nearly bare.
Her right hand covered the swell of her chest, two thin white strings trailing from either side toward her back.
And her lower body? Absolutely shameless.
The so-called underwear made of nearly all strings had failed to cover anything. She was only able to preserve what little modesty remained by pressing her right hand protectively over her sensitive area.
“This is… way too indecent…”
Perhaps it was because she understood just how lewd she looked that the blush on the girl’s face deepened, spreading all across her fair skin.
Her eyes avoided direct contact with the mirror, as if too embarrassed to face her own reflection.
Yet—At the corner of her lips, beneath the shame, there was a trace of excitement.
Yi Ning’s trembling right hand reached for the changing room door handle.
With just one twist—Her current state would be revealed in full to the friend waiting outside.
And for some reason, the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth…grew even wider.