16 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

Return to Volume 3, Chapter 16 ~ Innate Female Saintly Body Chapter 16 ~ Innate Female Saintly Body Author: Han Tang Returns Update: 2025/8/29 20:30:01 Word Count: 4417 "W-what did you say this competition is?!" Wenny was dumbfounded, momentarily thinking he had misheard. "Classmate, don't you know what kind of competition is being held here today?" A student at the registration desk eyed Wenny with an odd expression upon seeing his stunned look. "You came to register without even knowing?" "No, I just found out yesterday. I rushed over right after my class this morning, worried I might miss it. I didn't have time to find out what kind of event this is!" Wenny admitted, exasperated. "In that case, that's your problem, classmate. The organizers of this event require not just strength, but also an exceptional aura and charm." The student shrugged. "Aura and charm? What's wrong with me entering dressed like this? I have plenty of aura, charm, and looks!" "Come on, watching big brutes fight is so dull. Haven't you had enough of that already? Sorry, classmate, but the organizers are looking for the beauty of women, and you don't exactly look handsome." The student glanced uninterestedly at Wenny. "A bit of a rough appearance." "I'm... what?!?" Wenny nearly exploded in anger. Being denied his greatest attribute was something he couldn't tolerate! Once again, you can insult his intelligence and character, but never doubt his looks, understood?? "Why don't you go look in a mirror by the river? Even the shrimp aren't as bad as you! Don't talk nonsense because of your ignorance. Just because you've never seen a refined and masculine beauty like myself, doesn't mean you can judge me!" Wenny retorted angrily. "Alright, alright, no need for your review of my eyesight, classmate. Regardless, you're not eligible to compete." The student wore a 'what can you do about it?' expression. "Wait, is the prize for this competition an ice element elixir?" Wenny asked to confirm he hadn't mistakenly found the wrong event. "Yes, it is. Why?" The student responded, arms crossed, looking bored. "Damn!" Wenny instantly realized what was going on. He knew it. How could that white-furred nut ball be so kind?? Was it a trap set to humiliate him?? Ugh, that detestable white-furred nut ball! She must have done it on purpose, knowing the specific rules of the competition. She used such an underhanded method to mock him after making him admit defeat! Heh, hehe! Wenny could almost imagine how delighted that white-furred nut ball was. Thinking of himself under the blazing sun, facing curious stares with an embarrassed expression, walking out of the competition in shame, he couldn't help but scoff to himself. No way! How could he admit defeat so easily?? That white-furred nut ball wasn't wrong about the rules allowing both genders to compete. The prize was accurately described, and she wasn't lying. If he were to confront her, he could already predict her reaction. She would likely feign innocence, claiming she genuinely didn't know the specific rules, but pointed out that academy competitions should not limit gender participation. Wenny, you lost fair and square. Yes, there were no gender restrictions, but the issue was with not allowing guys to enter, which was the same as making it a female-only competition! The competition organizers were quite clever, using this method to exclude male participants while avoiding rule violations. Just thinking about it made Wenny furious, sparking his rebellious nature as a spoiled brat. Fine, you won't let me participate, huh? You think this will stop me?? I assure you it's impossible! Today, I'm going to win the championship to show you all! With that resolve, Wenny strode away to his dorm and sought out Shikondell. "Eh? Wenny, weren't you going to participate in the competition?" Shikondell asked in surprise, seeing him return. "I'm here to address that. Dell, do you know how to do makeup?" "Eh? Yes, I know how to do it, but only for girls' makeup," Shikondell replied, puzzled as to why Wenny would bring this up the moment he returned, assuming he was asking about men's makeup. "That's perfect. I need girls' makeup," Wenny stated. "Ah, is it a friend of Wenny's who needs it?" Shikondell, shocked, asked after pausing for a moment. "No, it's not for a friend, it's for me. I need it." Wenny pointed to himself. "Uh... ah?" Shikondell stared at Wenny in utter shock. "Alright, alright, it's no big deal. Keep it low-key!" Wenny felt slightly embarrassed by her intense gaze, given it was about the last dignity a guy could hold. "Just say if it can be done or not!" "Well, yes, it can be done. Wenny, you have good features, but..." Shikondell seemed to struggle for words before finally asking, "Why do you suddenly have this idea?" Indeed, she couldn't wrap her mind around it. "Wenny, aren't you always saying that a true man should have some masculinity..." Shikondell's gentle words struck Wenny like sharp boomerangs to the back of his head. What she said with no ill intent, he heard with full meaning. "What choice do I have?? It's because of the competition." Wenny explained everything to Shikondell. "Eh? It's a beauty pageant?" Shikondell was visibly surprised. "Then if Wenny goes..." "Yes! But I can't let that white-furred nut ball have the last laugh. She thinks I'll return in disgrace for her amusement. I can't let her mock me!" Whenever Aesphyra was involved, Wenny was unyielding and brimming with determination to oppose her. Wait and see, he's going to make Aesphyra concede wholeheartedly! "Besides, how am I lacking in masculinity??" Wenny passionately claimed. "For the ultimate victory, I’m confronting my weaknesses and limits, even my shame as a guy. Is this vanity? No, this is courage, this is masculinity! Don't you understand, Dell? Even if I'm dressed femininely right now, it's my most manly moment!" "Uhh, I got it, I got it." Shikondell, not fully grasping his meaning, still nodded vigorously as if she understood. "Good, as long as you understand. You should learn from me, of course, in spirit. You get it, right?" "I got it, Wenny, but I don't have any makeup here," Shikondell admitted helplessly, unable to make bricks without straw. "No problem, that's easy to fix." Wenny came back mainly to inform Shikondell, then he headed straight for the student council. Indeed, he sought help from his all-capable childhood friend. Mirexia, upon hearing Wenny wanted to borrow makeup, without batting an eyelash, gave him a set of her top-tier products. Though, in Mirexia's opinion, with her looks, she only needed light makeup for banquets and rarely wore any otherwise. After all, Mirexia saw nothing odd in this; perhaps Vannesa wanted to try a new look, although she felt makeup would undermine Vannesa's natural beauty. Additionally, Wenny used the student council's internal channels to urgently buy a female uniform from Karryman Academy. The channel he found? None other than his upperclasswoman. "Did your uniform tear? Wait, A-cup, who are you buying it for?" "It's for a friend. Is that not allowed?" Wenny, sweating, replied under her puzzled gaze. "It's no problem, as the academy hasn't set any rules preventing males from purchasing female uniforms," the senior remarked, not troubling Wenny further and provided him with a set. After securing the makeup, Wenny thanked Mirexia and left the student council, aware that even on her days off, she was incredibly busy. However, Mirexia had misunderstood; it wasn't for Vannesa, but for Wenny himself. If Wenny were to transform into Vannesa, things could become unpredictable. Choosing to become the Angel of Sanctification would only result in a weakened state for Vannesa, which would severely hinder his performance. Additionally, Wenny had a nagging intuition that frequent appearances by Vannesa would undoubtedly draw attention from certain individuals. Therefore, to win this time without relying on the power of the Ferris lineage, Wenny decided to take matters into his own hands! On the way back to the dorm, Wenny picked up several wigs. Why several? Because he bought wigs that matched his exact hair color. They could be attached directly without a wig cap. Returning to the dorm with the makeup, Wenny entrusted them solemnly to Shikondell. They approached the dressing table in Shikondell's room. "Wenny, I'm going to start now," Shikondell said seriously, holding the makeup and looking at the blue-haired youth in the mirror. As an Elf Princess, Shikondell rarely used makeup, but she knew the basics. Given Wenny's facial structure and skin quality, heavy makeup wasn't necessary. A light application would suffice. Standing in front of the mirror, Shikondell gently touched Wenny's cheeks, confident she could transform his face into something beautifully feminine. The reason was simple: Wenny's foundation was excellent. If he had been female, he would undoubtedly be stunning. That's what Shikondell thought. Moreover, his skin felt soft. Feeling the texture of Wenny's face, a stray thought crossed Shikondell's mind: 'Virtue +30.' 'Current Virtue: 10,824.' Wenny didn't pay much attention to the virtue changes. His focus was on his reflection in the mirror, feeling nervous as it was his first time doing this. What would his future hold? "Alright, go ahead," Wenny exhaled deeply, readying himself. "Okay, Wenny," Shikondell gently massaged his face, seemingly to increase blood circulation before beginning. Then, Shikondell started applying makeup to the blue-haired youth in the mirror. Under her skilled hands, Wenny's face gradually lost its distinguishable masculine traits, making him look androgynous and, finally, undeniably feminine. Once the makeup was done, Shikondell styled his hair and attached the wig. 'Virtue +20.' 'Current Virtue: 10,844.' "Wenny, it's done. You can change clothes now." After a thorough makeover, Wenny was nearly asleep, and Shikondell roused him to go change in his room. Was it done already? How much time had passed? Half an hour or an hour? Wenny felt disoriented, realizing he was now in his room. The competition seemed about to start, so he quickly changed into the uniform he had bought from the senior. Even for a student, Karryman Academy's uniforms weren't cheap, though first-year students received a considerable discount for their first set. After donning the uniform, skirt, and white stockings, a strong sense of shame surged within Wenny. Was this too much after all? Despite having worn similar outfits in Vannesa's state, even a maid outfit, and armor, that version of him felt no embarrassment, managing it gracefully. Yet for Wenny, it was different. His cheeks burned, and discomfort spread throughout his body. No, calm down, calm down! It's just an outfit, one he’d worn before, even in larger sizes, without embarrassment. So what's a uniform? Compared to the hardships he's faced, this was nothing! Wenny took a deep breath and exited his room. Shikondell waited outside, her pupils narrowing at the sight of the new blue-haired girl emerging. 'Virtue +100.' 'Current Virtue: 10,924.' Why did his virtue increase so much? Was his makeup and outfit that alarming? Wenny didn't understand. "What's wrong? Does it not look good?" Wenny asked anxiously. "No, no! Wenny, um, y-you!" Shikondell, her adorable face flushed, couldn't hide her disbelief. "Wenny, you really suit this outfit." "...Huh?" With Wenny staring oddly, Shikondell led him to her room's full-length mirror. He froze in shock upon seeing his reflection. Where was he? Where did he go?? Why was there a seemingly unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar, figure of a flat-chested, light blue-haired beautiful girl in the mirror?? Wenny's eyes widened, mouth agape, mirrored by the girl in the reflection. In the mirror, the blue-haired girl had flawless, white skin, with a faint blush on her cheeks, and a face of elegant surprise with her slightly parted lips. Her proportionate body, slender fingers, and exquisite face and skin, along with the blue twin-tails, made everything seem seamless. Now, there was no trace of male traits, just a youthful girl who could easily be among the ranks of beautiful maidens. Perhaps it was because the wig he purchased resembled Vannesa's usual shoulder-length twin-tails, but he could see shadows of Vannesa in his reflection’s features and contours. Of course, only those truly familiar with Vannesa might notice. Even Wenny had trouble discerning who the person in the mirror truly was. Is this still really him??