Put me down! Being turned into a girl was already mortifying enough—now I was being carried in the arms of a girl, especially my own sister…

Worse, it was a Princess Carry dripping with girlish romance…

No matter how majestic I’d been minutes ago, now I was so flustered my skin flushed tender pink all over. My eyelids burned. My body went limp. I could barely think.

You brat, Yatou! I order you—put me down!

But the words caught in my throat…

“M-m-master…” My voice came out absurdly weak, a coquettish whisper squeezed from my throat. “P-please… put me down…”

This was the Pet Language System’s doing. It converted a pet’s thoughts into fitting, character-consistent words, weaving the behavior into instinct to flesh out the role.

But now, it was forcing this on me.

No one would ever guess a human soul lived in this pet body—its personality, mindset, speech—all twisted by the system’s control.

“Don’t move.”

Yingning panted as she sprinted forward. I was pinned against her chest, my nine tails coiled around her waist like silk ribbons.

We were deep in an untouched jungle. Towering trees scraped the sky, vines snaking up their trunks. Under the plants’ soft glow, monkeys and birds darted through shadows. Palm-sized fireflies with golden shells flitted wildly.

Yingning crashed into the foliage with me, shattering the peace. Birds burst from the canopy with frantic wingbeats. Fireflies scattered in panic. The dark jungle blazed into a fluorescent summer paradise!

In that moment, I finally grasped the game’s “independent ecosystem” claim. This was another pristine Earth—straight from a dream. The hype wasn’t exaggerated one bit.

Bathed in that glow, Yingning’s face was grim. “Stay still. I’ll carry you. I’m a Warrior—I’ve got stamina and a sprint skill. If you run alone, you’ll fall behind.”

Yatou was eerily calm. I’d never seen her like this. Could a game really change someone this much?

I got the logic… but why a Princess Carry?!

And why did I feel so content curled against Yingning? This surge of affection, the urge to snuggle, the safety—it wasn’t me! System, cut it out!

“Don’t run, you little beast! Hand back the gear and the Nine-Tailed Fox!”

“Run! We’ve got dozens surrounding you! Let’s see where you go!”

“Stay in the woods if you dare! We’ve already encircled the forest! Surrender now, or tomorrow morning when my crew’s in a foul mood… you won’t get a quick trip back to the Respawn Point!”

Their shouts echoed behind us—empty threats. Yingning and I knew it.

Rushed, they hadn’t paused to weigh the losses. Just a hunch… but once they thought it through, they’d realize this raid…

They were utterly screwed.

They gained nothing. Worse, they’d sunk their entire Guild’s hard-earned savings from day one into this mess.

Yingning wasn’t red-named. Even if they killed her a thousand times in that top-tier green gear, they’d never loot it back. Unless she accepted a trade and returned it willingly, they’d just have to suffer in silence.

And that didn’t count the manpower wasted guarding her corpse all day—or the Guild’s lost early-game edge…

Guild Leader, delete your account already.

Yingning and I knew endless running was poison. Soon, they’d corner us again.

But Yingning refused to die once more. She couldn’t bear that icy ground, that dizzying respawn. And I couldn’t bear it for her.