I lowered my head, feeling that overwhelming presence. After confirming once more that I was now in a female body, I didn’t hesitate—I slammed the log-out button!

Sure, the new server had just opened. Every second counted. Every moment ahead meant infinite advantages. Logically, I should’ve seized this head start to gather resources… But what did server-first benefits matter to me?! I was just a pet! Not a player!

Never mind the intense shame of having a female body…

I was just a pet with no control over my own actions!

If my master commanded me to act cute, I had to act cute. If ordered to deliver items, I delivered. If dragged out to "eat dog food," I ate it. If my master wanted to mount me—I’d have to obediently lift my tail…

No more! Damn it!

My finger pressed the log-out button with absolute resolve.

[You’ve sent a summon request to your master. Please wait for a response.]

Huh? Even logging out required permission?

Wait… summon request? Those four Chinese characters definitely said "Log Out," right? My reading comprehension wasn’t *that* bad…

Before I could untangle my thoughts, darkness swallowed my vision. A violent pull yanked me backward from behind, dragging me uncontrollably through a pitch-black Main Gate.

If I wasn’t mistaken… this was summoning?

So I really *was* just a summonable beast?

When my vision cleared, I was no longer in that grassy summoning space. Before me stood ancient-style, slightly dilapidated buildings, winding streets, and players swarming like locusts.

I’d been summoned into a shadowy, deserted corner. Standing before me was a female player.

She wore the same skimpy starter rags as me—though the game’s decency filter hid her cleavage. My heart churned with complex emotions.

She was stunningly beautiful. On par with my little sister.

The starter gear barely covered essentials, leaving her long, flawless legs bare. Jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, giving her a sharp, heroic aura. Her large, lively eyes seemed to speak, brimming with curiosity.

Though in-game appearances could be adjusted—body type, facial feature placement—to ensure fairness among players, bone structure and the size of features remained unchangeable.

So this girl with big eyes and a cherry blossom mouth? She’d be a knockout in real life too.

She gazed at me with delight and curiosity. Under the system’s "forced feminine demeanor" effect for female pets, I unconsciously tilted my head slightly, lips pressed together, watching her back.

I had no idea how unbearably cute that instinctive gesture looked. I only knew my master was beautiful… and adorable.

I didn’t realize she thought the same… I still hadn’t seen my own face. I knew my body and skin were flawless, but without a Mirror nearby, my features remained a mystery.

We stood silent. She looked at me with envy; I looked at her with envy.

She envied my appearance. I envied her player status.

Tentatively, she reached out a hand as if to hug me. The moment her fingers brushed my hairline, she jerked back as if shocked, her face glowing with happiness. "Is this my pet? The gift my brother promised?"

*Brother’s gift?*

No… it couldn’t be this coincidental.

I remembered hacking the game servers before launch. I’d altered data so my sister Yingning would randomly receive a powerful, high-tier, growth-capable pet upon logging in.

Had I accidentally trapped *myself* in that data?

I studied her carefully again.

Eyes just like Yingning’s.

A petite nose and mouth just like Yingning’s.

A heart-shaped face just like Yingning’s.

Pearl-white teeth just like Yingning’s.

Jet-black hair spilling over bare shoulders, draping across smooth, delicate collarbones—clean-cut and strikingly heroic. Just like Yingning’s.

But the system’s restrictions made confirmation impossible. Beautiful people often shared similar traits, after all.

If she *was* Yingning… how could I let my own sister see me like this?!

My image as the perfect older brother would shatter completely!

Realizing this possibility, I instantly abandoned any thought of revealing my identity to seek help.

Hesitating, I carefully considered my first words as a pet meeting its master.

Whether she was Yingning or not—she was my master now.

First impressions mattered. They shaped subconscious perceptions forever. I *had* to make a good one!

Be polite. I was no longer a human on a pedestal. As the weaker party—a pet—I couldn’t say anything to anger her. That path led to a tragic fox-life.

Show respect. She was my master. Without proper deference, she’d think me untrained… in need of strict discipline.

But I also needed to show strength! Only then could I establish equal footing for future interactions!

My mind raced. In this moment, I channeled the Nine-Tailed Fox’s icy calm, razor-sharp wit, and bone-deep elegance—refined grace honed by centuries of cultivation.

I opened my mouth. Respectful yet dignified. Courteous but unyielding.

"Master," I said, "I have something to say. And it’s *what the hell*."