Super Transformation System

In the cramped, dark little room, the soft, lingering moans of a woman echoed, carrying on for half an hour before a sudden ringtone pierced the air and interrupted the scene. From the other side of the computer screen, a hand reached out and pressed the pause button, freezing the image at the peak of passion—a woman astride a man.

Seeing the name on the phone screen, Li Huan cursed under his breath before hitting the answer button. "Give me one good reason not to curse your sister right now..."

"I don't have a sister!" came a man's cheerful voice from the other end. "Isn't that reason enough?"

"...," Li Huan gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to hang up, and snapped, "What do you want?"

"Is the stuff downloaded yet? Don't forget to bring it tonight!" The man's voice dropped to a conspiratorial tone, the muffled thump of music audible in the background.

Li Huan jiggled the mouse and checked the download manager—everything was complete. Phone pressed to his ear, he replied, "Got it. Your mind is always in the gutter, isn't there anything else you enjoy?"

"Sure! Reading dirty comics. They're even more lovable than live-action!" The voice on the other end took on a lecherous, sleazy tone—what a degenerate.

Li Huan hung up without another word, glanced down, and realized he felt nothing now but annoyance. He scowled, shut the video, and reached to remove the massive flash drive. But just as he was safely ejecting it