A Dog Father Cannot Beget a Dragon Son

World 2: Lay Back and Think of England

Fei Chuan blinked spots out of his vision. He found himself in a tastefully ornate room lined with red on the pillars and swathed with mahogany furniture. It wasn't exactly to his taste (in the army, Spartan was the epitome of fashion) but there was a rustic appeal to the room that some people might enjoy. Of course, the more pressing concern is what exactly Fei Chuan was supposed to be doing here. 

Fei Chuan felt for the ankle bracelet, only to realize it wasn't there. Haha, no way, right? Did the comet not come with Fei Chuan this time? Suppressing a shiver of panic, Fei Chuan quickly sat up and felt a wave of a different, more powerful panic. 

His muscles!

Fei Chuan looked unthinkingly at his thin arm. It was white as fresh snow, and seemed as if it would glow in the dark. What the fuck. This was a pretty arm and all, but truthfully Fei Chuan would prefer it on a girlfriend, not himself. Fei Chuan glanced back towards his legs and flinched when he realized that this body's leg was in the same condition as the arm. Jade-like and weak. 

Don't tell him his abs also...? 

Fei Chuan looked down. And let out a short yelp before muffling himself with his newly acquired slender fingers. 

There were two lumps on his chest. 

His chest had two sacs of fat protruding from it. 

He had breasts. 

Fei Chuan hesitantly rubbed his legs together, and inhaled deeply. What the fuck. What the fuck. 

"What the fuck." Fei Chuan cursed.

"You are correct," arrived in a monotone. "You are...Hua Yuexing. Song Star. Sold to a brothel to pay for father's debt. Outstanding service, outstanding position. Beware of a prince." 

Fei Chuan stood up, forcibly repressing the off-center feeling from this new body (there was nothing wrong with this body, nothing at all), and walked over to the mahogany dresser where the voice had come from. Fei Chuan scrutinized the assortment of jewelry and accessories splayed across the table. "....where are you?" 

"Present." A particularly simple blue earing began to glow. 

Fei Chuan felt his....his perfectly manly and not at all weirdly delicate ear and found a small opening. He slipped the earring in. 

"Initializing world," came the voice right beside his ear. 

There was a knock on the door.Fei Chuan startled, before realizing he wasn't dressed in more than a sheer, translucent red gown. "...." 

"Xingxing?" came a man's voice. "Xingxing, my beautiful song, I've been longing for you." 

Fei Chuan's face turned black. "...." 

"Xingxing, are you ready?" the voice continued, before turning into something that was most likely supposed to be deep and sexy... probably. Sorry bro, this one is a man, no amount of testosterone is going to help you get him into a bed. Fei Chuan was about to cough and feign sickness when a system notification appeared. 

[Task 02. Give Birth to the Villain (Overarching)] 

...? 

...?! 

[Subtask 02a: Get Impregnated by the Prince.] 

...?!?! 

"Well, I've had a great time, Master Qin," Fei Chuan said, idly. "I'd like to end this adventure now. It was truly nice meeting you, please let me move on to my afterlife." 

"Denied," the earring shut him down cold. 

"....Master Qin, please let me go back." 

"Denied." 

"Master Qin, I wasn't ready for my eighth grade hamster to have a litter, what makes you think I'm able to give birth?!" 

"Denied." 

"I'd rather die." 

"Your soul will combust and you will experience endless pain, unable to ever incarnate." 

Fei Chuan grabbed a hair comb and snapped off the teeth, ignoring a spike of pain. "I heard this spiel the first time, and let me tell you it's a lot less effective now. I don't care. I'll kill myself right now. I'll do it." 

"..." The earring paused. "....Perhaps arrangements could be made. You will not have to experience the childbirth, but will still qualify for the reward." 

"There is no reward in the world that will be worth this," Fei Chuan said, slowly. Then a bright green screen appeared in front of Fei Chuan's face, and he stopped. "...what arrangements?"

"Xingxing, my skyflower?" The male voice came again, this time warningly. Then it dropped an octave into a deep and serenading threat. "Perhaps I should come in there?"

"Xingxing is ready," buzzed the earring. "Repeat. Fourth Prince please enter." 

"Xingxing is ready," Fei Chuan croaked in the body's tinkling, light voice, feeling as if he was moving rapidly to his own damnation. "Fourth prince please enter." 

The door slammed open and a tall, muscular man with an outwardly pleasant smile sauntered in. He looked Fei Chuan's host body up and down appreciatively, lingering on her (it's not his, fuck no) full chest. He walked over and lightly fondled them, as Fei Chuan struggled to keep a smile and not a grimace. 

"Baby, I have missed you," the Fourth Prince laughed. 

Fei Chuan laughed too, and felt like he might cry.