With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 28

In a dimly lit room, Liu Yiyi’s fingers danced across the keyboard, producing a rapid clatter of keystrokes.

The story she was currently writing was the very one she had mentioned to Luo Xinyu—Your Name.

Upon closer inspection, the plot was nearly identical to that of the famous past-life anime film. The only difference lay in the medium: her written descriptions couldn’t quite capture the same visual spectacle as an animated movie.

Yiyi had set the story in Sakura Province, as the cultural backdrop there suited body-swapping narratives perfectly.

As for why she chose to write a light novel-style story about body-swapping? Well, that was entirely Xia Xi’s influence.

That jerk… Not only did he hijack my body without permission, but he also went around messing with other girls!

So, she decided to write a story where the two leads could only swap with each other—locking his swapping ability to just one person. It was a small, selfish satisfaction for her.

Why not just name the protagonists “Xia Xi” and “Yiyi”?

Because if she used those names—combined with her now-popular pen name—it would look like she was writing some lovesick fantasy about him!

Absolutely not!

That perverted, womanizing scumbag… Who’d want to be tied to him in a story?!

When she wrote the scene where Taki, now in Mitsuha’s body, instinctively groped her chest, Yiyi couldn’t help but feel it perfectly matched the image of that jerk in her mind.

But then again… Had he actually done anything inappropriate with her body?

Now that she thought about it, maybe she’d just been imagining things all along.

Her fair complexion—pale from staying indoors too long—suddenly flushed pink. Her eyes darted away nervously.

“No way! Impossible! He definitely had those thoughts—he was just too embarrassed to act on them in front of me! Yeah, that’s it!”

After some intense self-convincing, Yiyi grabbed her glass and downed the last of her milk.

“But… Would a guy even enjoy turning into a girl?”

Staring at the scene she’d just written—where Taki, now in Mitsuha’s body, seemed happier than he’d ever been in bustling Tokyo—Yiyi hesitated.

Because when Xia Xi had taken over her body, his attitude had mostly been… indifferent. Even when telling stories or writing novels, it felt like he had some ulterior motive. There was no real joy in it.

Worse yet, he’d been way too respectful of her body—no trace of male curiosity at all.

Was he just some angel sent to save me, pulling me back from the brink of suicide?

No, no, no!

He must’ve used so many girls’ bodies that the novelty wore off! Yeah, that’s it.

Absentmindedly, she glanced down at herself and—(insert typical flustered reaction here).

“If I were (…), would he be more interested? Would he visit my body more often?”

(Typical delusional otaku logic)

(…)

Yiyi suddenly slammed her hands on the desk, grabbed another carton of milk, stabbed the straw in, and took a long, aggressive sip.

Her eyes burned with determination as she—(insert dramatic resolve).

Meanwhile…

“Ugh… So stuffy!”

Xia Xi had just returned to his own body—(heat)—and the sheer weight pressing against his chest made it hard to breathe.

Turns out, the System’s auto-pilot mode had left his body lying flat on its back to sleep.

And with Liu Jiaying’s body, of course that position would make breathing difficult.

Since he’d assumed the System would handle things and he wouldn’t feel anything, Xia Xi hadn’t bothered turning on the AC.

But in this city—nicknamed “The Furnace”—even late September could still hit over 30°C (86°F). The result? A sweat-drenched Xia Xi, buried under blankets, now stuck to his sheets.

“What now? A shower?”

His body felt sticky and gross. Plus, tomorrow was Monday—he had school early. A shower was non-negotiable.

But… This wasn’t his body.

This was his idiot boss’s body! If he showered, wouldn’t that be… taking liberties? Xia Xi prided himself on being honorable! He’d never do something so underhanded!

So…

“Ahhh, a bath is heavenly!!!”

Thanks to decent finances, his apartment had a spacious bathtub—though usually only Xia Yue used it.

As a guy, Xia Xi preferred quick showers. Wasting time on bathing was practically a sin! (Unless he was binge-watching anime mid-soak. That didn’t count.)

He didn’t bother blindfolding himself like in those cliché movies. Please. He was doing this for Liu Jiaying’s sake! Besides, she was probably already familiar with his male body by now, thanks to her altered common sense.

Propping his phone on the tub’s edge, Xia Xi leaned back and scrolled through brainless short dramas.

(Why not anime? Because this world’s anime selection sucks—only classics like Magical Girl or Holy Grail War exist.)

The short dramas were addictive, though. “Reborn: I Mastered Nuclear Fusion!” “Laid Off the Wrong Employee—Begging Won’t Help!” So dumb, yet so bingeable.

(Only downside? Full episodes cost money. Xia Xi could pay, but why bother when pirating is the true gamer way?)

“Ugh, these things block the screen!”

Every time he glanced down, his view was obstructed. So inconvenient for mobile gaming.

“Honestly, these are best left on other people. I never want this hassle again.”

After experiencing the downsides firsthand, Xia Xi vowed never to endure this nonsense again.

(…But hey, at least (silver lining). Still, how does Liu Jiaying deal with this daily?)

Fresh out of the bath, he wrapped himself in a robe, cranked the AC to 18°C (64°F), and dove under thick blankets—naked.

Now this was living.

Liu Jiaying’s Side:

“Why do the maids keep giving me weird looks? I’m acting normal…”

She rolled over in bed.

For some reason, sleeping on her stomach felt amazing today…

Except for something poking uncomfortably.