Help! I changed the gender of the male protagonist in the yandere game

The eldest son of the Yue Jialuo clan was humming a song with his nose in a cheerful mood, while hiding in a small compartment filled with clutter, flipping through the kimonos in the lacquer box.

"So~~ which one should I choose?"

Her eyes were sparkling, and she was putting on an enthusiastic look, picking up kimonos of different colors in the lacquer box, choosing which new kimono to wear when going out.

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At this moment, the girl's feelings all converged into one, she was very happy. Like a child choosing a new toy.

This young master of the Yue Jialuo family has been evaluated by many retainers and people as having an overly strong ability to adapt and being too optimistic.

Well~~ in a way, it's a good thing, she rarely falls into depression, her personality is always peaceful, and she can always see the good in everything.

Conversely, this is also a bad thing. Even if this original male protagonist becomes a woman, she will not complain. She will not have too much resistance to the gender change. Instead, she will begin to adapt to the physical changes. Her "feminization" adaptation level can be described as MAX level...

Hmm~ Tomb sweeping is a more serious matter.

Originally, I shouldn't be so happy, but this is also a rare opportunity to leave the Heijishan family and go out for a walk.

For Yue Jialuo Yeming, the pressure from that eldest princess has been making her sweat recently.

Heijishan Xiaoji talks about having children every time she meets her.

She should be very interested in that proposal, but Yeming feels like she is being interrogated on a spiritual level.

This has led to Yeming not daring to meet her again during this period. Even if she is invited, she will try her best to find a chance to avoid it.

"Going out can avoid it for a while."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and put her energy into choosing beautiful kimonos. Her eyes became like she was admiring treasures in a treasure chest - a dazzling array of colorful kimonos, all made of new materials, including exquisite-looking tie-dye and embroidery, with patterns ranging from traditional pine, bamboo, and plum blossoms to hydrangea and chrysanthemum arabesques.

After the first "small gift" was sent, her fiancee, the eldest lady of the Heijishan family, Xiaoji, successively sent other gorgeous clothes.

In terms of styles, from dresses to everyday wear and even yukatas, it can be said that everything is available.

I have to admit, this eldest lady's thoughtfulness and care, the size of the clothes is almost the same as her figure, and it is not uncomfortable to wear.

The only one who was very angry was her adopted sister, Xiangling. She didn't hate the eldest princess's thoughtfulness. She just opposed the "elder brother's self-degradation". Xiangling felt that the eldest princess's actions might awaken the "feminine" in her elder brother's heart.

"The future head of the dignified Yue Jialuo family must never indulge in this. If you accept these gifts, wouldn't it be equivalent to accepting your current identity, brother, you have to cheer up, you are a real man~~"

Adopted sister Xiangling seemed to have noticed something. She found a chance and locked all these kimonos into the utility room. Usually, she doesn't allow Yeming to approach.

In this regard, Yeming, as an elder brother, also had some complaints. Clothes are always used to wear. If they are all stuffed and not worn, it is a bit wasteful.

"Also, these are all new clothes. Is Heijishan's finance too generous?"

Yeming held a beautiful piece of Yuzen dyed fabric in her hands, and sincerely exclaimed: "The Yue Jialuo family is not so wealthy. My previous clothes were mostly old clothes, and occasionally I had to mend them. At most, I would change a few new clothes during the New Year and holidays to buy some new clothes. After all, being a young master also requires decency..."

She recalled the past and sighed, not because she lamented the Yue Jialuo family's financial constraints, but because she felt that she could enjoy her current life and complain here, which gave her a sense of guilt for the retainers and people who earnestly hoped that she could revive the family style and regain the territory.

"No, there is no point in doing these negative thoughts."

She shook her head. If thinking is always spinning back and forth in a circle, it is just a waste of time. There is no point in self-pity.

Yeming is not a person who likes to dwell on things. Her advantage is that she can look forward.

"Since it's tomb sweeping, should I choose a more simple one?"

Let's choose this purplish-red one, with relatively simple and generous patterns... Anyway, it's not really attending a funeral, just going to sweep the tomb.

She hummed a ditty, selected one, and planned to appreciate it carefully.

Suddenly, a cold voice, seemingly from a female ghost in the underworld, sounded -

"Brother, may I ask, what are you doing?"

Yeming felt her scalp explode when she heard this voice.

She turned her head stiffly and saw a gap in the shoji door of the utility room.

"Xiang, Xiangling?"

Yeming's face was pale, and cold sweat dripped down her back.

Behind her, her adopted sister Xiangling was tilting her head, peeking at herself from the gap in the shoji door. There was no expression on her face, pale like a mask. The look in her eyes was empty and turbid.

Clearly, she was a familiar person since childhood, but at this moment, she became someone she didn't recognize, a creepy existence - just being stared at by the girl's eyes, making eye contact with her adopted sister, she lost her blood, and her breathing stagnated.

Yeming's lips also turned pale. She shivered, and a terrifying chill surged up her spine. Her brain was also resisting reality.

"Lis, listen to my explanation, there is a reason..."

"Hehe~~ That's strange."

The adopted sister, tilting her cute face, had her drooping hair bitten in her mouth. At this time, a dark resentment was released from the familiar girl, which was a sense of oppression more terrifying than a monster.

"Xiangling doesn't remember... raising brother into what he is now..."

No, no, no, I wasn't raised by you, right? You are obviously younger than me.

Yeming wanted to complain, but when facing her adopted sister who was completely out of control, she couldn't say a word.

"Please sit properly."

The adopted sister silently pushed open the shoji door and patted the tatami with her hand.

Eek!?

Yeming knelt down almost reflexively.

"Next is the lecture time, brother, you better tighten your skin!"

...

The escort work started on the third day after receiving the order.

Baizhi has done similar work, and is familiar with the procedures. Early in the morning, he waited outside the mansion with his men to board the women's convoy.

"Hey, we meet again~ Mr. Baizhi."

Riding a horse was an old man with graying temples, Songping Zhimu. The old man was energetic. He was still wearing the samurai's regular clothes, and he didn't wear any armor or anything. However, not to mention the samurai, exorcists generally don't wear heavy armor.

"It's you, old man."

Baizhi understood why the old man Songping said "I will bother you in a while" before. It turned out that there was such a reason behind it.

"It seems that Lord Songping, you meant something when you said that last time?"

"Why are young people so imaginative."

Old man Songping laughed.

"The old man doesn't have the ability to predict the future. Well, I still hope that Mr. Baizhi will pay more attention to this escort mission."

"It is my duty."

Baizhi guaranteed.

Songping Zhimu smiled, and the old man's eyes suddenly shifted to the other side.

"Oh, Miss Ming and adopted sister Xiangling are here."

Baizhi also turned his face, and in an instant, he showed an unusually stiff expression.

"..."

What did he see?

Two girls appeared from the back door of the mansion, one wearing a purplish-red long-sleeved kimono. Next to her was a girl in a red maple-colored short-sleeved kimono, simply a pair of sister flowers.

'No, it's not right...'

Baizhi was incoherent in his heart.

The girl was beautiful, with a delicate nose and cherry lips, as beautiful as a person in a painting.

Her eyebrows were slender, her features were well-defined, there was a beauty mole at the slightly drooping corners of her eyes, and her waist-length hair was also tied up and decorated with hairpin hairpins.

However, it was impossible for Baizhi not to recognize the other party's identity.

"That is Miss Ming, a cousin of our young master Yeming, whose surname is Zhongwu, and is also a branch of the Yue Jialuo clan. Next to Miss Ming is the adopted daughter of the head of the family, Lady Xiangnu."

Songping Zhimu introduced him with a smile, but the old man keenly noticed that Baizhi's face was very bad.

"Mr. Baizhi, your face is very bad. Could it be that you ate something bad for breakfast."

"It's okay, I just caught a bit of cold wind yesterday."

Baizhi replied stiffly.

Right in front of his eyes, the gender-swapped version of the original male protagonist Yue Jialuo Yeming was talking and laughing with her adopted sister Xiangling, and walked to one of the ox carts.

Suddenly, she seemed to notice the gaze cast over and showed a smile in Baizhi's direction.

'No, she should be greeting Songping Zhimu, right?'

Baizhi sighed.

However, she seems to have adapted well to the woman's body. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

'The future is difficult!'

Baizhi felt so from the bottom of his heart.

...

Speaking of the convoy, there are only two ox carts.

However, these two ox carts are not the kind of ox carts that have been transformed by magic and have folded internal space.

The ox carts used to **** the women of the Yue Jialuo family are just two ordinary, luxuriously decorated ox carts. Except for the oxen that pull the carts, they are mixed with the blood of half-demon and half-gods. Their ancestors may have involved an ancient ox god named "Naima Hunu Kana".

"So, we have to take an extra detour halfway to a place called Xueyecha Lake?"

Baizhi spread out the hand-drawn map. He didn't expect that before going to Yuaxingsi Temple, he would have to detour to Xueyecha Lake.

'Xueyecha Lake... Xueyecha, wait a minute, it won't be such a coincidence, right?'

He had a flash of inspiration, and some relevant memories arose in his mind. Could it really be that "Xueyecha"(雪夜叉: Snow hag).

"Looking at your expression, you seem to have heard of this name?"

Songping Zhimu was a little surprised.

"That's a small place with no fame, but there is an old friend of the Yue Jialuo family there. This trip is just to visit that one..."

"No, I haven't heard of that location."

"Is that so?"

The old man Songping, sitting on the horse, was in high spirits: "There is a lake god in Xueyecha Lake. There is a legend about this lake god."

Legend has it that a poor woodcutter accidentally dropped his axe into the lake when he went up the mountain to chop wood and returned home.

He cried loudly by the lake, which alarmed the lake master Xueyecha, who was a beautiful goddess.

Seeing the woodcutter crying so sadly, she took out a pair of gold and silver axes and asked the woodcutter: "Did you lose the golden axe, or did you lose this silver axe."

The woodcutter answered without hesitation: "I lost the golden axe."

The goddess sneered, "I knew you were a liar."

Then, she chopped him into eight pieces with a golden axe, and even the bones were chopped up...

"Ah?"