Feng, I've Been Holding It In

“Feng, I'm so pent up. Can you help me?”

Feng, who had transmigrated to another world, took a drag on his cigarette. “How am I supposed to help?”

“I know a loser like me will never find a girl. You... you could turn me into a girl. Then at least I could go into the women's bathhouse in broad daylight...”

“Kid, you're way too pent up. But that's a good thing.”

Many years later, Feng said, “Xiao Tao, just let me do it once. Just once.”

Xiao Tao replied, “Feng, you really are pent up.”