Ten magical beasts pulled the carriage forward.
It was like a moving palace, with a huge compartment that had everything—bathroom, shower, bedroom, you name it.
After being a poor shut-in for twenty years, Chen Xing wasn’t about to be frugal now that she had money.
When she went out, she spent as much as she could—not necessarily for the best, but definitely for the most expensive.
It had to be extravagant… Because once she entered the royal city, Chen Xing planned to participate in the marriage selection, and her identity was already set as a noble.
So it didn’t matter if she showed off a little.
“Ah~ my legs~” Chen Xing lay on the soft, comfortable bed, stretching her raised legs out straight, her whole body forming a toppled L-shape.
She gazed at her long, fair legs, a silly smile spreading across her face.
When she first transmigrated, she was just curious about her new body.
After all, it was her first time experiencing life as a girl, so she just wanted to explore a bit.
But she never really appreciated her own body, since her twenty years of male thinking made it hard to admire herself as a girl.
It always felt a little weird.
But now it was different.
Looking at her long legs, she felt confident, proud, even a little narcissistic.
She thought her legs were really beautiful.
It was kind of like how a guy admires his own abs in the mirror.
“They say beautiful legs look even better in stockings, so I… hehehe.”
Before her mindset changed, Chen Xing had no interest in dressing up, let alone wearing pretty or sexy clothes.
Back then, her male mentality just couldn’t accept that kind of feminine behavior.
But now…
With a thought, black, sticky liquid oozed out over her snow-white skin, weaving together until it formed a layer of black silk stockings, tightly wrapping around Chen Xing’s legs.
Her soft thighs looked even more toned and slender under the black stockings—straight and slim, gleaming with a tempting sheen under the light.
“Ohhh~ No wonder everyone loves beautiful legs.
Even girls like looking at legs~” The sight of her legs in black stockings was irresistible to Chen Xing.
The visual pleasure made her genuinely happy, and it actually felt pretty similar to how she’d felt as a guy.
Turns out, no matter the gender, everyone’s a visual creature.
“So nice~ but the color’s a bit heavy, huh?” The black stockings were pretty dark, but with a thought, Chen Xing made them gradually lighter, until her skin underneath was clearly visible.
Through the thin black silk, she could see her fair, creamy skin and her delicate, cute little feet.
Her toenails were painted black, making her toes look even more playful and adorable.
Compared to opaque black stockings, Chen Xing preferred this semi-sheer look, where you could just barely see the skin underneath.
It had a mysterious vibe.
Of course, aside from the visual enjoyment, the feeling itself was great too.
Chen Xing experienced a sensation she’d never felt before, wrapped in an indescribable smoothness and delicacy—totally different from wearing pants.
When she rubbed her feet together, there was no friction at all, just pure softness.
“No wonder some people like crossdressing.”
Compared to thigh-highs that show off the “absolute territory,” Chen Xing preferred black pantyhose that hugged her thighs and hips.
Another reason she liked pantyhose was that she still couldn’t handle super short skirts—after all, the “absolute territory” only works with those.
“Wonder what it’d look like in another color~” Now that she’d become a dark witch, Chen Xing naturally liked black more, but she still wanted to see what white would look like.
So she controlled the dark matter on her body and changed it to white.
The material felt about the same, but the visual effect was totally different.
Everyone knows black is slimming, so black stockings make your legs look long and thin, but white doesn’t hide thickness at all.
Chen Xing’s thighs weren’t sticks—they had some meat, and were pretty full.
So when she switched to white stockings, her legs looked obviously plumper.
Then Chen Xing changed the pantyhose into thigh-highs, with the top of the white stockings digging into her thighs, leaving a little indentation.
She remembered playing a certain gacha game, where all the female characters had thigh rings that left marks like this.
It really did make her legs look even sexier~ “I’m so good-looking.”
Chen Xing remembered that this world had clothes similar to black stockings, but unfortunately, not in this country.
The average temperature in the Ice Empire was minus thirty or forty degrees, and in colder places it could hit fifty or sixty below, so everyone dressed in layers and layers.
There was no way something like black stockings could ever be invented here.
No matter how pretty a girl was, you couldn’t see her figure.
They all dressed like newborn penguins, covered head to toe in furry coats, with only their faces showing.
“All right, stop peeking and come in.”
Chen Xing called out toward the door, and the next second, Little Dragon Girl pushed it open and walked in with a grin.
She’d been peeking the whole time outside, and Chen Xing could totally sense it—she didn’t even need to, she could just guess.
But Chen Xing wasn’t stingy.
Letting her bestie look at her legs was no big deal—it’s not like she was letting her touch.
“Hehehe, Master.” Little Dragon Girl grinned cheekily.
She knew her master had noticed her peeking, so she understood that the little show just now was a special treat.
“Do you think I’m still the same as I was back then?” Chen Xing sat up.
She knew exactly what everything she’d just done meant—her mindset had changed.
“What do you think, Master?” Little Dragon Girl didn’t answer, but everything was already clear without words.
“But Master, even though you’ve changed, you’re still really different from the you three thousand years ago.
So you have to work harder and find your true self again.” Little Dragon Girl was still thinking about her old master.
If it had been the master from back then, she wouldn’t have just peeked—she’d have asked for something even bolder, and her master would have agreed.
“The witch from the past? Hmph! I am who I am! I’ll do whatever I want.”
Chen Xing was a little annoyed.
Little Dragon Girl always wanted her to become the witch she used to be, and to Chen Xing, it felt like being shackled, like her fate was already set.
Couldn’t she live a new life?
“Yes, yes, Master.” Little Dragon Girl didn’t argue.
She knew her master would become that way eventually—after all, that was a witch’s nature.
