With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 47

“Class President Lin, do we really have to do this?”

Xia Xi couldn’t help but sigh as he recalled the scene after the troublemakers had left.

Of course, he understood the implications of their body swap—but Lin Xuening didn’t. She had simply grabbed his hand and started walking down the street as usual, heading home.

The result? Lin Xuening got pointed at and gossiped about by every auntie and uncle they passed, all of them muttering about how “shameless” it was for a boy to wear girls’ clothes.

The poor class president was utterly wronged. She was just dressed normally—how was that shameless?!

After asking several passersby and getting variations of “How can a boy like you even ask that?” as responses, Lin Xuening finally gave up.

“Ugh, I don’t want to deal with those judgmental stares anymore!”

Lin Xuening stomped her foot in frustration.

Stupid Xia Xi! You think I want to swap clothes with you?! Go die, go die, go die!

“But… are you sure this’ll fit me?”

Xia Xi and Lin Xuening were now in a department store fitting room.

They had carefully chosen this particular setup—two adjacent stalls separated only by a thin curtain, making it easy to pass clothes back and forth.

At the moment, Xia Xi was wearing Lin Xuening’s pure white lingerie set, which felt uncomfortably tight down there. He didn’t understand why they had to swap underwear of all things—it wasn’t like anyone would see it anyway.

Holding Lin Xuening’s pleated skirt, he had no idea how he was supposed to squeeze into something so small.

“Oh, it’ll fit. Your waistline should be just right.”

Wait, how do you know my waist size?!

Lin Xuening urged him to hurry up and put it on.

With no other choice, Xia Xi slowly stepped into the skirt like he was crossing the gates of hell.

Thankfully, Lin Xuening’s skirt wasn’t one of those ultra-short ones—it covered most of his thighs, stopping just above the knees. If it had been a miniskirt, exposing the underwear he was currently borrowing from her, he would’ve been too embarrassed to leave the fitting room.

“Done yet? Next item!”

For some reason, Lin Xuening’s voice carried a hint of excitement.

“Fine.”

Might as well get this over with. Xia Xi resigned himself to his fate.

As soon as he replied, a slender, bare arm reached through the curtain from the other side, holding out a JK uniform blouse.

“Hehe.”

“You’re laughing?!”

Xia Xi snatched the blouse and blindly pulled it over his head.

Lin Xuening’s clothes were too small for him, and his head got stuck at the collar.

“Help me!”

His forehead had already poked through the neckline, leaving him trapped—unable to pull it off or put it on properly.

“What’s wrong?!”

Thinking he was in trouble, Lin Xuening rushed over without even finishing dressing, yanking the curtain open.

When she saw Xia Xi stuck in the JK blouse like a tangled-up mess, she burst into giggles.

“You’re so dumb—there’s a zipper in the back!”

Her uniform was sailor-style, meaning it had a back zipper. Xia Xi had been in such a hurry that he’d forgotten.

Lin Xuening unzipped it for him, finally freeing him.

But due to their size difference, the blouse was too short on him, leaving a strip of his abdomen exposed.

After helping Lin Xuening deal with the troublemakers earlier, Xia Xi had gained the “Enhanced Physique LV1” skill—which meant he now had four faintly visible abs.

Lin Xuening stared blankly for a second before reaching out and poking his stomach.

The cool, soft touch of her fingers made Xia Xi instinctively tense up.

“Ah, sorry! I was just curious.”

Realizing how inappropriate that was, Lin Xuening quickly stepped back and apologized.

“It’s fine…”

Xia Xi didn’t mind—it was just a touch, not like she was deliberately trying to take advantage of him.

“But are you sure you want to stand in front of me like this?”

He pointed at her legs.

Only then did Lin Xuening blush, slowly tugging at the hem of Xia Xi’s borrowed shirt to cover herself.

That’s right—she’d been in such a rush that she hadn’t put on his pants yet. All she had on was his shirt and boxers.

Lin Xuening’s hips were wide enough to keep Xia Xi’s boxers from slipping off.

As for the top, her chest filled out the oversized shirt enough that it just looked like a loose, casual outfit—though the hem was long enough to cover her bottom.

But even with her bust supporting it, the shoulders kept sliding down, exposing her pale skin and delicate collarbones in a way that was… dangerously alluring.

From Xia Xi’s angle, he could even see the upper curves of—

Nope nope nope! Bad thoughts!

“Pervert!”

Lin Xuening shrieked and bolted back to her stall like a startled rabbit.

“You’re the one who came over here! How am I the pervert?!”

Xia Xi was wronged. He’d been the picture of a gentleman—his eyes hadn’t strayed once, he swore!

(Though, compared to Liu Jiaying’s, they were really small… Just a passing thought, no harm done!)

“I feel like you’re thinking something really rude right now!”

Lin Xuening had finally pulled on the pants and now stood in front of him, fully dressed.

Xia Xi looked at Lin Xuening swimming in his oversized clothes.

Lin Xuening looked at Xia Xi squeezed into her tiny girl’s outfit.

Both burst out laughing at how ridiculous the other looked.

“Alright, alright. So what now? We go our separate ways?”

Xia Xi wanted to just head home. Since he lived alone, no one would mistake him for Lin Xuening.

But for Lin Xuening, things were different.

If she went back to her dorm, her (female) roommates would see “Xia Xi” barging into the girls’ living quarters.

If she went home, her parents would bombard her with questions like:

“Where did you hide our daughter?!”

“What’s a boy like you doing in our house? We don’t know you.”

“What’s your relationship with our daughter that she’d give you a key?!”

In short—endless trouble.

So…

“No! It should be—you go to my place, and I’ll go to yours!”

“No way! My private space isn’t for you to just waltz into!”

Xia Xi objected immediately.

But Lin Xuening just smirked and delivered the killing blow:

“I’m letting you, a boy, into my room—letting you sleep in my bed, roam around as you please—and you have the nerve to complain about me seeing your place?!”

That “I’m a girl” argument was hard to counter.

Objectively speaking, if they were both visiting each other’s homes, Xia Xi was definitely the one benefiting more.

And as for privacy? Lin Xuening’s room was far more personal than Xia Xi’s bare-bones, nothing-to-hide space!