“No!”

“Come on~”

“Absolutely not!”

“Just once for me~”

“Not even once!”

Moen glared fiercely, his words firm and resolute, his expression grave as if facing a life-and-death crisis without a single wrinkle of hesitation. Then, retreating into the corner and trembling, he said:

"A man, a true man, both in form and spirit, absolutely cannot partake in such embarrassing nonsense!"

"Is that so?"

With a look of regret, the senior held up the little skirt in her hand and put it away. "Since you don’t want to, then forget it."

"Eh?"

Moen blinked in confusion.

Since when had the senior become so understanding?

"What are you thinking?"

Apparently guessing Moen’s thoughts, the senior sister lightly flicked her finger against Moen’s forehead with a hint of playful reproach.

"Do I look like the type of 'bad senior sister' who forces juniors to do things against their will?"

“… I guess not.”

Moen scratched his head with a sheepish grin.

"After all, senior sister is really gentle."

"…"

“Hmm? Is something wrong, senior sister?” Moen asked, noticing Anna’s slightly dazed expression.

"Nothing…"

Anna shook her head with a smiling ease.

"Oh, by the way, here you go."

Anna threw a small bottle to Moen.

"What’s this?"

Moen studied the clear liquid inside, curious.

"Another kind of magic potion?"

"Yes, it’s indeed a magic potion," Anna said. "But if we’re being more specific, you could call it the antidote to that magic potion you consumed before."

"Antidote?"

Moen froze for a moment, then his face lit up with joy.

"Really?"

"Of course not."

Anna rolled her eyes with a playful flair.

"Do I strike my junior as the type of woman that would spout nonsense all day long?"

"Uh… Sorry, senior sister. I got a bit too excited."

"Never mind. I’ll forgive you. After all, I’m a magnanimous woman."

"Senior sister is the best. So beautiful and kind-hearted—I like you the most, senior sister."

"Hehe, I’m not one of those little girls who get all dizzy from sweet talk." Anna covered her mouth and chuckled. "So save those words for someone else, will you?"

"What sweet talk? That was all heartfelt," Moen insisted earnestly.

"Let’s just assume you were being genuine."

Anna casually ran her fingers through her slightly disheveled hair from the earlier tussle, tying the ends with a loose hairband as they fell naturally to her chest.

"Alright then, I’m heading out."

"Eh, senior sister, you’re leaving already?"

"Of course. My purpose of delivering the antidote and resolving the situation has been achieved. Those revolting bald brutes are taken care of. Why should I still be hanging around here?"

"Unless…"

Anna suddenly leaned in closer, her faint fragrance stirring Moen’s senses as her captivating gaze locked onto his eyes. Her crescent-like smile radiated a subtle charm that made her utterly enchanting.

"Unless my junior can’t bear to see me leave?"

"I…" For a moment, Moen found his cheeks flushed, caught off guard by her approach.

"Oops! Alright, I won’t tease you anymore."

Before Moen could figure out his response, Anna swiftly pulled back, her hands casually behind her as she strolled toward the darkness.

"Well then, farewell, Moen junior."

"Alright, senior sister, goodbye."

"Oh, wait."

Suddenly, the senior sister turned around.

"About that antidote—there’s something important to keep in mind when you drink it."

"Keep in mind?"

"Exactly."

Anna’s expression turned unusually serious, as if a doctor giving precise instructions about dosage.

"When you drink it, you must remove all your clothes; otherwise, something very frightening could happen."

"I have to drink this fully naked?" Moen was astonished. "Is there really such a bizarre magic potion, senior sister? You’re not tricking me, are you? And what kind of frightening consequences are we talking about?"

"Well… That’s something you’ll have to experience for yourself."

With a mischievous smile, Anna leapt into the darkness, disappearing from view.

"Wait…!"

Moen dashed to the broken window, scanning the dormitory’s shadowed back courtyard. Not a soul was visible in the night.

"She left in such a hurry—was she worried about leaving the gas on at home or something?"

Moen scratched his head, then turned his gaze to the seemingly harmless, clear potion in his hand.

Suddenly, his plight made his head ache.

"So… should I take senior sister’s advice?"

Moen shook the small bottle of potion, pondering deeply.

"With sister's nature, she must be lying to me, there's no such an odd antidote."

Moen decided not to listen to her and directly unscrewed the cap of the potion, ready to drink it all in one go.

But when the bottle was placed on his mouth, he hesitated.

"If it were anyone else saying this, I’d dismiss it as a joke. But since it’s senior sister…"

What if it was one of her deliberate tricks? A trap disguised as dissuasion, luring him into drinking it improperly to create trouble.

A ruse within a ruse?

Moen couldn’t help but think further.

But what if senior sister even foresaw that reasoning? Perhaps she simply wanted him to embarrass himself, watching covertly from some hidden vantage.

A ruse within a ruse within a ruse?

"Good for you, senior sister."

Moen sighed in admiration.

To cause such turmoil in Moen Campbell’s mind with a single sentence—only senior sister could pull that off with ease.

"Alright then."

Moen steeled himself with determination.

"Even if senior sister saw something embarrassing, what’s the big deal? I’m a grown man—there’s no point in fretting over this!"

Despite his confidence, Moen decided to tread carefully.

Better safe than sorry; trust neither entirely nor too easily.

Taking a deep breath, Moen stripped himself bare.

"See no evil, hear no evil…"

With eyes tightly shut, he tilted his head back and downed the potion in one go.

Suddenly—heat surged across his body.

Moen’s skin flushed an intense red like flames licking his flesh.

It felt as though actual heat coursed within his veins as wisps of steam rose from his head.

"So hot!"

At last, Moen understood why senior sister specifically instructed him to remove his clothes.

She wasn’t lying—the potion had to be consumed unclothed.

The extreme heat from within would have ignited his clothe had he left them on!

Fortunately, the pain lasted only a fleeting moment. Soon afterward, Moen felt lighter, sensing a newfound ease across his entire frame.

Opening his eyes, he saw his mirror reflection—the finely sculpted physique of a blond, blue-eyed man smiling back at him in satisfaction.

"Ah, my mighty biceps."

"Ah, my robust pecs."

"Ah, my graceful abs."

"They’re back—all back."

Facing the mirror, Moen couldn’t help but utter words of blissful gratitude.

This is how it ought to be—being a rugged man was far better than being changed into something else.

Delighting inwardly, Moen declared:

"Anything involving beauty is meant to be held close—whether hugging or being hugged—but becoming one myself? No thanks. Can’t endure it."

"Speaking of which, this potion doesn’t seem to be an antidote for transformation magic specifically."

Rubbing his chin in contemplation, Moen mused further:

"If it were a straightforward antidote, its reaction wouldn’t have been so intense. From the sensation earlier, it felt less like undoing magic and more like burning away the outer disguise forcibly."

“So… senior sister must’ve analyzed the transformation potion’s effects and, rather than undoing it, whipped up a counteracting potion tailored to its results?”

Marveling at the thought, Moen nodded.

"Impressive as always, senior sister! The title of Ancient Alchemy Club president is undeniably deserved."

"Someday, I’ve got to learn from her. That’s a decision for the future, though—for now…"

Moen swept his gaze across the room.

His previous outfit was definitely unsuitable now. Considering he’d flaunted it amidst a crowd earlier, reusing it might raise curiosity among particularly sharp observers, inviting unnecessary speculation.

Thus, Moen shifted his attention, determined to scavenge clothing within the unfamiliar dorm space while ensuring adequate repayment to its rightful owner.

"I see the room’s owner enjoys bodybuilding."

Surveying the room’s scattered equipment—including dumbbells and barbells—Moen couldn’t help but grin.