(A/n: brain storage)
The door to the dorm suddenly swung open with a loud click.
"Anran! We're back!" a cheerful voice rang out. "You better thank me for helping you escape from class today!"
A guy with messy yellow-blond hair strolled in, smug grin on his face. He was followed by two others: one with neat black hair and a face so serious he could've walked straight out of an edgy anime, and the other with short brown hair and a baseball cap, practically radiating athletic energy.
From the top bunk, Anran slowly peeked over the edge, blinking sleepily at the source of the commotion.
"What are you peeking at, lazyhead? Come down already—we even brought you lunch," the blond, Jin Hao, called up to him.
"Just put it on my desk, would you?" Anran pointed vaguely toward his study table without moving.
"Tsk tsk, so many demands." Jin Hao clicked his tongue but still did as asked, setting down the plastic bag of takeout.
Meanwhile, the black-haired guy, Leng Cheng, wordlessly walked past him and flopped onto the lower bunk—right below Anran's.
"Thanks," Anran said as he started climbing down.
"Just that? Seriously? You ungrateful son," Jin Hao teased dramatically, shaking his head.
"What, you want me to say 'Thanks, Daddy Jin?' Pffft. If anything, I'm your grandpa. Show some respect to your elders."
Jin Hao clutched his chest like he was shot. "Oof, I'm wounded."
The third guy, Lin Lan, who had just finished stretching his arms, looked around with his usual laid-back grin. "Hey, how about a game of football later? You guys in?"
All three replied at the same time "no" each with wildly different energy.
Jin Hao puffed up proudly. "I have a date after this!"
Leng Cheng deadpanned, "Yeah, sure. And then you'll find out she already has a boyfriend. You'll mope in a bar for twenty minutes before trying to pick up random girls again."
"Pff—Hey! It's real this time! Do I look like some drunk loser to you?" Jin Hao huffed.
"Yes," Leng Cheng replied flatly without missing a beat.
"You only say that because you're born with a protagonist face," Jin Hao grumbled. "Try being me and see how easy it is."
Anran watched the two bicker with a blank stare. "…Drop dead, both of you."
They turned toward him in mock disbelief.
"You wound us, brother!" Jin Hao clutched his heart again, laughing.
Anran just rolled his eyes. "Hey Lin—when you get back from football, grab me a bottle of Coke, would you?"
"No problem," Lin Lan said easily, already tying his shoes at the door.
With a wave, he headed out.
"Hey Jin, send me your QR. I'll transfer the money," Anran said as he pulled out the chair and sat down in front of the takeout box.
Jin Hao waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, don't worry about it. Count it on me."
Anran narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Ah, how generous. What are you scheming?"
"Ceh ceh, you saw through me already?" Jin Hao chuckled. "Just help me out by praying I don't bomb this date, alright?"
"Sure, sure. May the goddess of love bless your bold delusions," Anran said, unfolding the takeout box in front of him.
Inside were dumplings—cold by now, probably sitting out too long. Still, free food was free food. And somehow, anything free always tasted better.
He took a bite.
"Hey, Anran. You listening?" came Leng Cheng's voice.
"Mmm?" Anran glanced over, still chewing.
Leng Cheng raised an eyebrow from where he sat on the lower bunk. "Swallow first. Don't talk with your mouth full. You're not five."
Anran made a point to chew slower, exaggeratedly, then swallowed. "What is it? And where's Jin?"
"He left. Slipped out the moment you said 'sure sure,'" Leng Cheng replied flatly. "Are you free later?"
Anran blinked. "Am I free? No. Of course not. I'm priceless."
Leng Cheng sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Idiot. I meant do you have any plans."
"Oh. Uh…" Anran took out his phone and pretended to scroll, randomly tapping around like he had his whole life organized. "Sorry, can't go. Very busy, obviously."
"I see," Leng Cheng said, trying to keep his tone neutral, though his expression faltered with the slightest hint of disappointment. "Next time, then."
Anran paused. That tone caught him off guard.
"…If I was free, where were you planning to drag me?"
Leng Cheng looked back up. "There's this new dessert café that opened a block down. Thought we could check it out."
"Huh. Fancy," Anran said, twirling his chopsticks. "You sure you're not the one on a date?"
Leng Cheng raised a brow. "If I was, I wouldn't be inviting you, would I?"
Anran snorted. "Fair."
He popped another dumpling in his mouth.
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The dorm was quiet now, filled only with the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the distant echoes of campus life outside. Anran glanced around, making sure no one had forgotten something and was about to walk back in.
Just in case, he picked up his phone and opened the group chat.
[An]: hey when will you guys be back?
[Lin]: might be back late tonight. football + dinner w/ coach.
[Jin]: why is the world so cruel
[Leng]: i'll be back by 9
[An]: i see. stay safe. can someone grab some takeout and a coke for me? lin's gonna be late.
[Leng]: sure.
[Jin]:why world...
[Leng]: shut up idiot. looks like my prophecy is coming true.
[Jin]: stupid
[Leng]: stupid
Anran rolled his eyes, chuckling, and set the phone down on his desk.
He stood up and exhaled slowly, his expression shifting into something more focused.
"Alright… System, bring out the costume."
[Item has been retrieved.]
With a soft shimmer of light, the full cosplay set materialized before him. The wig of silky purple strands, the elegant violet outfit complete with intricate detailing, the matching contact lenses glowing faintly, and even a long, beautifully crafted replica of a polearm.
Anran stared at it.
"No matter how many times I look at this…" He shook his head slowly, staring at the perfectly folded garments laid out on his bed.
He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath.
"…Well, it's not gonna wear itself."
A few minutes later, Anran stood in front of the mirror, makeup kit in hand.
He nodded to himself, admiring the reflection that stared back.
"As expected from Expert Makeup Skill..." he muttered, slowly turning his head from side to side.
The face staring back at him wasn't his anymore. It was unmistakably Raiden Shogun—perfect porcelain skin, sharp violet eyes, and that ethereal beauty that could make any anime fan fall to their knees. Anran blinked. I've become my own waifu... What a weird title... but honestly? Kinda welcome.
"Hey, System," he called, tilting his head. "I'm already in full costume, makeup done. So... when does the actual transformation start?"
[One item missing. Host has not worn it.]
"Huh? What item?" Anran turned around—then froze. His eyes landed on the one piece still lying on the bed.
The panties.
He narrowed his eyes. "Wait... you said it didn't matter if I wore them or not!"
[System only stated that whether the host wears it is up to host. Transformation requirements still apply.]
"Guh—whatever!" Anran groaned, snatching up the lacy undergarment.
A few deeply awkward moments later, after a bit of internal screaming and some very delicate maneuvering, he pulled the panties on. They fit... well, too well.
"This feels so wrong," he muttered, fidgeting uncomfortably.
[Requirement met. Transformation initiating.]
Suddenly, a strange sensation rippled through his body like a wave. He staggered slightly, clutching the edge of the desk as a pressure built in his chest—then released. It wasn't pain, more like weight. His clothes no longer felt strange or tight in weird places. Instead, they felt like they belonged.
He blinked at his reflection.
His chest had... grown. Significantly.
"W-WHAT THE HELL?! MOUNTAINS?!" he shouted, grabbing at the twin peaks now proudly pressing against the Raiden outfit.
[Transformation successful.]
Anran leaned in, inspecting himself again. "Even the chest looks so high-quality. Like... there's texture and bounce! How do you do this?"
[Host is now biologically female. Or more specifically—Raiden Ei.]
"…Huh? But... even if it's a transformation, gender shouldn't just—"
He stopped.
A horrible thought struck him.
Slowly, with all the hesitation of a man checking a horror movie basement, he pulled back the waistband of his shorts.
He stared.
There was no elephant trunk.
Just a soft, smooth peach.
"…WA-DA-HELLLLLL!"
His scream echoed through the dorm like a dying goose.
"I thought it was just, y'know, transformation magic—put on the clothes, add some effects... not literally becoming Raiden Ei from Genshin!" Anran barked at the mirror, face flushed as he poked at his new cheeks.
Then he paused.
"…Hisss… somehow, this feels kinda… exciting?" He quickly cleared his throat and looked away. "Ahem! No. Focus."
"Hey, System. Any tasks?" he asked, hoping to distract himself from the slightly-too-real reflection.
[Task Generated – Livestream for the first time on any website.]Reward: 200 Points
"Alright then. Let's go live on B-Site," Anran nodded decisively.
He spun around and tidied his desk with purpose, brushing away dust and stacking a few books to frame the shot. Then he moved over to the corner of the room and tugged something from behind the closet—an old foldable backdrop he used to use for video calls. A bit wrinkled, but it'd do.
"Done!" he announced proudly, placing it behind his chair.
He booted up his laptop and logged into B-Site. His fingers hovered over the mouse as he squinted at the screen.
"If I remember right… this should be my old account." Sure enough, it was. Username: Ilikecabbagebutparameciumisforlife.
He cringed.
"God, that's a long-ass name."
Then something clicked in his brain.
Wait a minute… ID verification! Didn't B-site require real-name registration with a national ID?
His eyes widened. If my family searches the platform… they could trace it back to me!
"HOLY MOLLY! I almost forgot about that!" He started pacing. "Okay, okay… just say the account belongs to my girlfriend. Yeah. That could work. As long as no one asks too many questions."
But first—disguise the account.
He quickly snapped a selfie, striking a peace sign with his new face, and uploaded it as the new avatar.
Next, he hovered over the profile name. "There's no way I'm keeping this 'cabbage paramecium' disaster."
He thought for a moment.
"Suyi?"
It had a nice ring to it—feminine, soft, easy to remember. Not flashy, not weird.
"Yeah, that'll work."
He typed it in.
Suyi.
Tap. Save.
The account transformed, just like he had.
Now all that was left… was to go live.
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Chen scrolled through B-Site on his phone, bored and curious. Lately, he'd developed a little habit—digging through unknown livestreamers just to see if he could find a hidden gem worth supporting.
As he browsed the sea of streams, a particular title made him stop in his tracks:
"Let's cook together with Raiden Ei"
"…Huh?"
He tapped on it, intrigued. Raiden Ei? Isn't she the new character Mihoyo just released? He hadn't seen anyone cosplay her yet.
The stream loaded.
A girl in striking purple stood in frame—wavy violet hair, elegant kimono, delicate makeup. The resemblance was insanely accurate. It wasn't just cosplay—it was like Raiden Ei had stepped out of the game and into his screen.
He stared.
Then, impulsively, he typed:
[lickingbeautifulgirl: Please let me be your dog!!]
There was a pause.
The cosplayer gave a nervous, hollow laugh.
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Anran nearly choked when he saw the message pop up.
'Let me be your dog?' Are you serious right now?
His voice cracked slightly as he responded, "W-Welcome to my channel!"
He shivered. Stay calm. Breathe. You're Raiden Ei now. Be graceful. Be composed.
Then he noticed the view count ticking up—89 viewers.
Huh? His heart skipped.
"Ahem... welcome, travelers," he said, adjusting his tone to sound more elegant. "Lately, I've heard rumors that I can't cook… Today, I will prove them wrong."
The chat exploded:
[elyisafansnumber1: Aaaaa a real Raiden!]
[captainredhair: I doubt Sara knows about this cooking show 😆]
[senseitheminer: Should we call the fire department now or later?]
Then a series of notifications popped up.
[lickingbeautifulgirl has sent 'Love Rain' x3]
Anran raised a brow.
Wait… isn't that the same guy who wanted to be my dog earlier?
Each gift cost 99 coins.
He blinked. That's almost 300 coins already…
"Thank you for the gift," Anran said politely, trying not to let the sweat show.
[lickingbeautifulgirl: Anything for you, Shogun-sama!! ❤️🐾]
Ughuhu… what the heck Anran thought as he forced a calm smile for the camera.
(A/n: Just a heads-up... this will be full of China, and all sorts of words you've probably never seen before are gonna pop up... btw I do try livestreaming in B-site before that's all pluh)