None of them really understood how they’d ended up like this.

Morning had come. Birds were chirping outside the window, while the girls inside were still sound asleep.

As the first one to wake up, Wang Xiaole was in a very awkward spot. His entire body was completely sandwiched between three girls.

“Man, last night was a real free‑for‑all. Especially Thea! Even I had to spend a ton of effort just to get her to stop…”

This was the second night in a row that Wang Xiaole hadn’t slept well.

But it was nowhere near painful.

After all, he was living in a room where, aside from himself, his roommates were all girls. Thanks to his hidden gender, he “gained” something every single night.

Two girls (obviously you know which two) in a warm, cozy room, wearing nothing but thin, skimpy clothes, going at each other in an all‑out clash of limbs.

The whole time, Wang Xiaole sat off to the side sipping coffee, and he definitely didn’t forget to take in every bit of the scenery he was supposed to see.

Just two days ago, he’d still been a rather innocent boy. Now, at least in terms of awareness, he’d already grown into a man.

You could say that, aside from a few especially private places, he’d basically taken in all the beautiful “views” there were to see.

Compared to seeing those two girls completely naked, it wasn’t much of a downgrade at all.

Last night, when the fight reached its peak, Freya, for once, decided to play a positive role and tried to step in as mediator between the remaining two.

The result:

The not‑so‑bright goddess got herself dragged right into the mess as well.

The three bombshell girls tossed and tumbled in front of Wang Xiaole all night long. It was an experience that made you forget time existed.

But it’d be a mistake to think it was that easy for one guy and three girls to get along peacefully.

If the “battlefield” hadn’t expanded in the latter half of the night, how would he have ended up in bed right now?

When he woke up yesterday morning, it had only been a left‑and‑right sandwich. Things were nowhere near as complicated as they were now.

So how complicated was it?

If he tried to move his body, going left would have him rubbing against Freya’s cleavage; going right would have him touching Lucia’s forbidden zones (she was sleeping upside down).

Upward was the headboard—easy to smash his head.

If he tried to slide downward, though, he’d have to figure out what to do with Cai’s sleeping position.

Since both sides of him were occupied, the last one to lie down last night—Cai—had ended up using his legs as a pillow. Before falling asleep, she’d just rested her head on them without a care in the world.

“I remember she wasn’t on the bed last night. When did she sneak over?”

His brain went blank with confusion for just a couple seconds.

Then it hit him.

If he wanted to do what he did yesterday—join that martial‑arts‑style marriage contest and earn some money on the side—he had to get out of bed first. And the biggest obstacle to getting out of bed was Cai.

Right now, their position might be intimate, but it was still within the safe zone.

The second he started sliding downward, though, his waist would shift.

And before his waist moved far enough, a certain male feature below it would end up pressed right against Cai’s face.

Because Cai, just like Lucia, was sleeping on her stomach in a totally improper posture—only hers was even more accident‑prone.

When people are sleeping deeply and still unconscious, they tend to breathe in a slow, steady rhythm. If his “male feature” shifted downward at just the right moment as the girl opened her mouth…

“Wouldn’t that basically mean she accidentally ‘bit’ me?”

And if, by some terrible coincidence, Cai woke up right in the middle of that “bite,” what would that make the situation?

Wouldn’t that be full‑on harassment?

He had to avoid that outcome at all costs.

After watching all three directions for a while, Wang Xiaole decided to make his breakthrough from the right.

Once he felt the timing was right, he carefully reached out without waking anyone, trying to pull Lucia up and drag her butt toward the edge of the bed to open up some space.

As long as he could put a gap between himself and Lucia, he’d be able to roll sideways off the bed.

But the plot never goes the way you want.

Almost at the exact moment he started to move, Lucia, who was sleeping anything but peacefully, suddenly wrapped both legs around him.

Her legs attacked his neck from both sides at the same time. The speed and accuracy were insane—like she’d opened her eyes and was actively “capturing” the guy she liked.

He hurriedly tried to block with both hands he’d just pulled back, but he didn’t manage to stop her.

Her spread legs shot straight up at a seventy‑degree angle, turning into something like a “Venus flytrap” that instantly clamped down on its prey.

“Hehe, caught you, darling~”

From that line, you’d think Lucia had woken up. But from the snoring that followed, it wasn’t hard to tell that had just been sleep‑talk.

“You sure do dream about me a lot, huh…”

His head tilted forward, his whole face buried under the hem of her nightgown. The back of his head pressed against the thin fabric, while the front of his face—starting with his nose—was practically glued to that secret paradise.

If he had to think up a somewhat gentle (and pervy) line of inner monologue, right now Wang Xiaole honestly felt like his nose had caught a whiff of something sweet, like honey in a hive.

“A setup like this is one of those once‑in‑a‑lifetime situations… should I copy those old horny poets and compose an R‑rated version of ‘Peach Blossom Spring’ on the spot… No. Snap out of it!”

At that critical moment, he reached up and smacked himself on the head, barely keeping himself from getting bewitched by the forbidden paradise and managing to stay clear‑headed.

Right then, Lucia’s round knees naturally swung even farther apart.

Her long, slender legs pressed down on his wrists. The sensation was unlike anything he’d felt in his life, and the buddy that had been straining against his pants only got even more excited.

Those snow‑white legs exposed beneath that luscious butt were now right in front of his eyes.

Even through the stockings, the almost transparent fabric did nothing to block the penetrating gaze of a so‑called gentleman.

The creamy skin in front of him looked flawless.

The shape of her jade‑like legs was full and irresistible. The line from thigh to calf spread out smooth and even, like silk being unfurled.

If the phrase “a devilish figure” meant anything, then as the demon king who commanded devils, Lucia really did have the best figure Wang Xiaole had ever seen in his life.

Put it this way: not all pretty girls are the same kind of pretty.

Freya’s selling point was her utterly perfect face. Lucia’s strength was her figure. Isabella’s was her aura. As for Cai—

“…Honestly, I don’t even know how to describe her yet. We haven’t spent enough time together, so I don’t really understand her well enough to say where her strengths are…”

“You called me?”

Just as his thoughts started drifting in the wrong direction because he couldn’t get free, the figure lying on his thighs lifted her head at the sound of his muttering.