“F*ck! How the hell do they do this!” Alex loudly cursed in front of the mirror, watching the furious teenage girl glaring angrily back at him. Even though he was swearing, his voice sounded pleasant and melodious, and that annoyed him even further.

He had made his peace with being born in a female body long ago. To be exact, it was already in his mother’s womb. There was no way he would commit suicide just to avoid the ‘inconvenience’, as he decided to call it, with a risk of being ‘downgraded’ to an animal once again.

But while regular women might get upset with such terminology, Alex was absolutely certain he was correct. The poor ladies could not imagine how advantageous it is to just pull your equipment out and pee anywhere you want to!

Of course, there were other downsides. For example, the itching nipples that were currently driving him crazy! Luckily it was just a slight, annoying itch and not the pain his older sister warned him about. His body was much healthier and better developed than that of a regular girl because of the Qi practices he did in secret, thus he suffered less than his peers.

But practicing Qi brought him another headache. By growing healthy made him look more attractive and adult, thus his motherf*cking father decided to marry him off already! But he was barely eleven years old!

After coming to this world he learned that, just like the previous one, it was completely male dominated. Women even were not allowed to practice Qi, while males took their pride in becoming stronger and stronger. The main task of a ‘good’ woman was to give birth to healthy offsprings – the poor things were simply living incubators! In addition, women were basically wares, traded for ‘other’ goods and benefits. And in a family like his, it was always about benefits.

His three older sisters were forced to marry around the age of fourteen and in Alex’s eyes that was already a crime. But he was only eleven! How sick in the head one had to be to marry off a child?

“Damned perverts! Pedophilic c*nts!” Alex cursed out loud again.

But there was nothing he could do. Yes, he practiced Qi daily. In fact, it was almost the only thing he did. But he was still a child and even secretly training the ‘Bond’s style’ his former brother taught him would not bring anything. His father, Alvaro Morales, was a f*cking Qi master while Alex himself became a Qi warrior barely few months ago!

While it already would shock the entire kingdom if someone became a Qi warrior at the age of eleven, a girl with such talent was something completely unheard of. But it still didn’t do any good – if anyone found out Alex’s abilities, it would only increase his ‘value’ and not give him freedom.

“Motherf*cking slave traders!” He hissed while restraining himself from punching the mirror.

There was no use of breaking things, it was not their fault. Alex took a deep breath to calm down and sat on his bed which size was that of all the beds in his previous lives combined. If he was honest with himself, his bedroom with all the golden vases, expensive paintings and furniture looked almost like Old Tony’s treasury, but that didn’t help in the current situation even one bit.

Yes, he was born in a wealthy family, just like he hoped. In fact, not only Morales were wealthy – they were one of the three most influential families in the region. Alex had to agree, his father and especially his grandfather were incredibly talented in business and politics to rise to such heights. Obviously many heads had fallen and lives were broken to achieve this, but people only saw the result – the ‘mighty’ Morales family.

But he was a girl in the men’s world! Technically Alex was not even allowed to learn how to read and write! Luckily no one suspected him of anything when he ‘played’ in his father’s library thus managing to self-study quite a bit. He even grasped the family’s Qi technique after finding the ‘secret’ manual in his father’s desk, but it would take at least five years or even a decade for him to become a Qi master and reach a similar level to his father.

In this world the force of nature, or the ‘Qi’ how they called it here, a bit differed from the previous one. Or at least the application differed. After his birth, Alex was still able to us the ‘old’ headmaster’s techniques to cultivate and improve his growth, but the Qi techniques everyone practiced here were mostly combat oriented.

People paid less attention on increasing the Qi within them, but it somehow continued to accumulate with fighting. It was slower if one considered the personal growth, but much more practical as it granted the Qi practitioners, warriors and masters massive amount of experience – thing that Alex desperately lacked. Even though he performed the ‘Bond’s style’ countless times, he was yet to use it on another person and had no clue about its effectiveness.

Needless to say, he could only train by using a broken shaft of umbrella. There was no way he could obtain any real weapon, to not speak about hiding it. After he grew up a little and according to his father’s values became ‘unreasonable’, there were number of eyes watching him the moment he left his room. And, of course, it was regularly checked under the pretense of cleaning thus his only option became to modify an umbrella.

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Alex’s family began to dislike him the moment he showed the slightest intention of self development. And not only the males of the family – his father, brother and grandfather. Even the dearest mother and sisters tried to persuade him to be a ‘good girl’ and ‘drop the nonsense’.

In few years the usual ‘There is no reason for a woman to learn how to read!’ and ‘There is no need for a woman to practice Qi!’ quickly turned into ‘Do as I say!’ and ‘Be obedient, otherwise …’. Alex’s family became less and less tolerant as he grew up.

Luckily the most popular punishment was to lock him up in his bedroom. Using the basic psychology, he angrily banged the door every time ‘demanding his freedom’ only to go back to meditation few minutes later inwardly grinning. His mother’s heart ached every time, but father contently smiled at the way he schooled his youngest daughter.

This ‘game’ continued for a few years, until several weeks ago Alex overheard his father’s plans to ‘give him away’. At that time father and grandfather were discussing the strengthening the bonds with one of their new, but promising cooperation partners from the western region, on the other side of the mountain range. It was a ‘new’ aristocratic family, just like theirs and had a sole heir, a promising young man.

Alarms rang in Alex’s head the moment he heard about it and the same evening he began to develop multiple escape plans. Unfortunately the grandfather guessed his intentions and from that moment on at all times there was someone following him. In his despair Alex even tried to find ways to poison everyone in the castle, but had no access to any lethal poisons no matter how hard he looked.

The main problem was – for now he was on his on turf and had at least some room to operate, but as soon as he was given away to another family, he would immediately become a sex slave. Of course, he would die before anything actually happened, hopefully taking at least few pedophiles along, but to leave this world like that felt premature. And not only because all his lives ended way too soon. This world had a deeper understanding of Qi and might shed some light on the reincarnation mysteries he tried to solve.

Suddenly Alex’s eyes lit up as he got an idea. From the beginning he was looking at the situation the wrong way! Indeed, his family intended to trade him away, but what if the other party refused the ‘present’?

Alex jumped out the bed and went to the mirror again. At first he considered scarring his own face by cutting or burning the cheeks and the forehead. But he already witnessed the effects of the medicine his father used after travel. There was a risk him not getting a single permanent scar. In addition, the self mutilation could be considered a self inflicted harm, just like a suicide, except at a smaller scale.

‘But what if it’s done in self defense?’ Alex tried to think of an excuse.

“Mona, dear! Please be obedient and wear the dress! You need to look presentable at the dinner!” Mother’s voice disturbed Alex’s thoughts.

‘F*ck you!’ Alex inwardly screamed, ‘Of course, you want the present to look presentable so that the young clown ...’

Suddenly Alex realized he might not even need to scar himself. Which youth would want a girl who looked like …

Alex cheered at the revelation and took off his shirt and trousers. Then walked over to the wardrobe and began to look for the ‘appropriate’ dress. He had many and almost none he had ever worn, but he remembered a particular one that might help.

An hour later, in the spacious courtyard of the Morales family castle, servants danced around the large and rich table like bees. They were bringing food and filling glasses of already somewhat intoxicated, but fancy dressed hosts and guests.

The early spring sun generously shone while birds energetically chirped in the nearby trees and bushes making the atmosphere even more warm and friendly. There were not that many people sitting at the table, but all were the main pillars of the two families – Morales and Perez.

Baron Alvaro Morales, Alex’s father, similar to the rest of the present men – dressed in all black, was sitting at the end of the table. To his right sat his father, Esteban Morales and to his left – Emanuela, Alex’s mother, in a beautiful white dress. Next to her sat the heir and the only son, Silvio Morales, currently chatting and laughing together with Bernardo Perez – a boy of a similar age, around sixteen. There were two more men from Perez family present – the head of the family, baron Hector Perez and his brother, Cesar.

Perez family had traveled quite the distance and it was all done so the young Bernardo could meet Alex. Everyone knew that and the boy was currently beaming with enthusiasm and anxiousness. While the dame allowed herself to take her time, her mother already confirmed she was on the way.

Bernardo had heard a lot about his future bride – she was an untamed one, wild and moody, but at the same time would grow to be even more beautiful than her mother. Bernardo stole a discreet glance at Emanuela. Indeed, if she was a bit younger, he would gladly do her.

Lost in his fantasies, Bernardo didn’t notice how the whole courtyard fell silent. All the heads turned towards the main entrance where a tall and thin goblin, dressed in a pink dress walked in with long strides.

“Oh, god! Mona …” Emanuela exclaimed with a pale face.

On the other hand the men from Morales family blushed with anger, even Silvio. Indeed, to get killed on the spot was one of the options Alex hoped for, but from what he saw – he failed. Nevertheless, he nonchalantly approached the table with a wide smile.

Actually, he didn’t do much – he only shaved his head, bandaged his chest for it to be as flat as possible and wore a pink dress that was bought for him five years ago. The only thing left was to walk in as a guy would, but for that he had plenty of practice during the previous lives.

Thus what the people at the table saw was an arrival of a young, bald boy, dressed in a dress that was obviously meant for a child. Even servants froze at the shocking sight and one of them, the closest to Alex, dropped the plates he was currently carrying. Alex pretended to not notice, simply avoided by sidestepping and arrived at the table few strides later.

Everyone, even Alex himself, failed to notice the footwork he used purely on instinct, except for Cesar, who’s anger immediately dissipated and turned into a wide grin. Unfortunately he had to blush a second later.