Xiang Xiaoyan’s dinner was a warm river of aromas, steam curling like incense. Not just fish‑fragrant shredded pork, mushroom soup, and Mapo tofu, but salad and a jeweled fruit platter to pair with cake.

“Thanks to Miss Yue’s blessing, I get to taste Xiaoyan’s craft.” Maria’s face softened like petals in spring; after demolishing a cloud‑soft cream cake piled with the fruit platter into a “fruit cake,” she wore a sunlit, satisfied smile.

“Don’t waste a bite—this was kneaded with hard work,” the words rang like a kitchen bell, steady and bright.

“Mm‑hmm! Everyone, eat with spirit; no one goes home till the big cake and dishes are gone!” The vow landed like a festive drumbeat.

Dixue lifted her fork, dipped a strawberry in snow‑white cream, and sent it past her lips—eyes fluttering like butterflies in nectar, drunk on sweetness.

“Huh? You can all eat like this?” Yue Liuyi’s voice was a breeze against a full moon; her belly already rounded like a small pond after two or three servings.

“Girls have a second stomach for snacks! Little Yue, your girl power fails the test.” The tease glittered like sunlight on water.

“Ugh…” The sound drooped like a wilting leaf.

Mortified first, then the thought bubbled like a small spring—Of course I failed from the start!

“Then let’s do this!” Dixue nodded and slid the cake aside like pushing a pale moon to the horizon. “We’ll play a game first. The winner gets a prize; the loser eats the leftover cake.”

“The ones I brought?” The question flicked like a cat’s tail.

“Mm!” Answer bright as a lantern.

“Sounds fun. I’m in!” Excitement sparked like flint.

The word game lit Zero Wei up; her cat ears twitched like grass in wind—boy or girl, the playful heart stayed the same.

“A fighting game?” Xiang Xiaoyan glanced at the black longsword on the wall, and her smile gleamed like a blade—beautiful, dangerous, chill as night steel.

“That’s too bloody! Parties should be sunshine. I bought a New Land exploration board game at the market—guaranteed fun.” Dixue’s voice skipped like a pebble over water.

“Nice, nice.” Maria’s spirits rose like a kite; as the Illusory Plume Arcade’s boss, she breathed games like air. “But cake as a penalty is too sweet. I’d want to lose on purpose.”

“Then… Maria, what’s better?” The question hovered like mist.

“Add a sting—lose a round, take off a piece of clothing.” The line cracked like thunder.

“Eek!!” Four “girls” jumped like startled sparrows; Zero Wei’s head bobbled like a drum rattle.

“Absolutely not… Lady Maria, I’m a boy! It’d be taking advantage.” His panic flapped like a trapped moth.

“Relax, underwear stays. And Zero Wei’s so small—treat it like a beach party. Rare sky, rare chance—try it.” Maria’s confidence flowed like wine.

“Ugh… if Lady Maria says so…” The surrender drooped like rain‑heavy grass.

“Maria, isn’t that a bit…” Xiang Xiaoyan’s brow knotted like a tied ribbon, her doubt a cloud thickening.

“Xiaoyan, don’t tell me you’re scared.” The poke flashed like a needle.

“No way!” Pride bristled like a hedgehog.

“Good, good—then let’s all play.” The decree landed like a gavel.

“Uh…” Yue Liuyi’s jaw fell like a loose hinge; Maria had swept two objections aside like leaves in a gust. Her power over their soft spots felt like a puppeteer’s strings.

Are girls really this open when no boys are around? The thought fluttered like a startled bird.

Anxiety first, then resolve—But I’m “the real deal,” a boy under a cute shell. To dodge a bad turn, she cast a pleading look at Dixue, like a paper boat seeking harbor.

Yet Dixue’s eyes drifted back, a look Yue knew like moonlight through her window—soft, inevitable.

“Yes, yes! Dixue, if Miss Yue loses, you’ll see her shy face. Fun, right? If it’s fun, start!” Maria’s words tumbled like rolling beads.

And somehow, the stream flowed into this strange lake.

Everyone took their seats like soldiers along a rampart, ready for a war that wagered their last fig leaf of dignity.

“Mm… I’ll explain the rules.” Dixue riffled the cards like wind through leaves and dealt them out. “Each player gets a unique class card with singular skills and tools. On this New Land map, collect treasures; first to four wins.”

“Competition’s fierce… Then what do these symbols mean?” The question tapped like rain on glass.

“Fights, events, shops, and more. Adapt on the fly. Also—players can use items to attack! And teams are free.” Dixue’s grin curled like smoke.

“Attention, attention—games only shine when everyone plays hard. Don’t throw. Strictly no off‑table teaming.” Maria’s faux sternness thumped like a temple drum.

“Ugh, my calculations fell flat…” Dixue sighed like a deflating balloon, then smirked like a fox. “Guess I can’t help Little Yue. Careful, don’t space out—first out is you.”

“Yeah, or it looks like seniors bullying the newbie.” The warning flashed like a lighthouse.

“No way!” The protest snapped like a twig.

And so, the game rolled like dice.

You enter a nameless cave and find a heap of treasure—pick it up?

“Yes, of course!” Zero Wei’s voice leapt like a spark.

She flipped the card; the back bit like a snake. You angered the dragon’s hoard! The dragon attacks. HP −25%. If ranged, damage doubles.

“Ahh, I lost 50 HP! Lady Maria, help!” His cry bucked like a spooked colt.

Zero Wei lunged toward Maria like a kitten seeking shelter; the naïve cat “girl” had spent it all—items, skills, and health were thin as paper.

“Uh, I also…” Maria studied her hand like a star map. Plenty of cards, but treasure was bleak. She had only one, and the battlefield’s warlord already had three—storm to her drizzle.

That warlord was Yue Liuyi. The blue‑haired “girl” was lost in the game’s river, hands stacked with items like stones in a cairn—one step from her last treasure.

“Roll the die—whoa, a six! Move left. Target: Twin Volcanoes!” Her voice danced like flame.

The Twin Volcanoes were one of the map’s fiercest lands—monsters hot as lava, events sharp as ash. A monster check struck at once like a hammer.

A wild Molten Giant Elemental appears! The words pulsed like magma.

“Come on, monster—stop her!” The cheers skimmed around the table like sparrows in a storm.

“Play Assassination. Direct kill.” Yue’s smile was thin as a knife; the card fell like a guillotine.

“Ah…” Hopes collapsed like sand castles.

“Whoa, Little Yue, you even had Assassination—you’re so fed!” Envy fizzed like soda.

“Moon‑sis, how do you grab so many resources?” The complaint fluttered like a ribbon.

“Ugh, I actually lost…” Defeat sagged like wet cloth.

“Hehe, thanks for the game.” Yue’s lightness bobbed like a cork.

She moved her figure onto Twin Volcanoes, then drew a reward card—motion smooth as a flowing brook.

“Huh? It’s a treasure…?” Her voice burst like a firecracker.

“What, straight to a treasure?” Shock snapped like ice.

“No mercy!!!” The cry tore like wind through reeds.

“Four already?!” The count rang like a bell.

“The newbie’s scary… We got wrecked.” The sigh drifted like smoke.

“Thanks, everyone.” Yue exhaled like a breeze through pines. Odd to accept a gift she’d bought, but fate had spared her from the stripping penalty—sun through cloud.

“Ugh… then I’ve got the lowest HP. Does that make me the loser?” Zero Wei slumped like a puppet and reached for his zipper, hand shaking like a leaf.

“Mm, let me check… Looks like no.” Dixue lifted the rulebook like a scripture and read with care. “The loser is the player with the fewest treasures. If tied, the winner picks one.”

“Fewest treasures?! Dixue, how many?” The words clinked like coins.

“One. I was busy guarding HP… Xiaoyan and Zero Wei, how many?” Her tone rippled like water.

“Oh, I’ve got two.” The boast hopped like a sparrow.

“One…” The whisper shrank like a flickering wick.

The room’s air shifted like weather; silence pooled, eyes flickering messages like lightning across clouds.

Three girls tied—the three pillars of the Rangers Lodge. Silver‑haired Dixue, blonde noble Maria, purple‑haired swordswoman Xiaoyan—who would shed a layer under the moonlight? The choice fell like a blade into Yue Liuyi’s hands.

Why did it become such a lewd crossroads?! The thought blazed like a red lantern.

She swallowed; fear first, then clarity—This is a death question. Her throat clicked like a pebble.

“Miss Yue, you choose. Rules are rules; they don’t bend.” Xiang Xiaoyan’s words landed like stones.

“Ah…” Yue’s last escape fluttered away like a moth. Her gaze drifted left and right like drifting snow, then settled on the “innocent” silver hair—Xiaoyan, she’d just met tonight and felt shy. Maria, not close enough. So, the one dearest to her, the one with “skinship,” was Dixue.

Dixue, I’m sorry… The guilt pulsed like a bruise.

But just before Yue chose, Dixue lowered her head, eyes gazing into the void like deep water—her whole self sinking into an unspoken, velvet gloom.

“Yes… so that’s what Little Yue thinks.” Her voice was a slow bell. “I knew a beast nests in your heart, but I didn’t expect it to bare its fangs so soon. Still—it’s fine. Sister Dixue still loves Little Yue. If Little Yue wishes to take off sister’s clothes, then sister is willing to be pushed down.” The words unfolded like silk.

Dixue arched her chest, and the ribbon binding the twin “jade rabbits” pressed near Yue’s face—fragrance like flowers at dusk.

“Eh? Eh‑eh‑eh!” Yue yelped like a startled lark.

“It’s okay. Being pushed down by Little Yue is the best ending.” Her calm spread like tea warmth.

“No, um, I…” Yue’s tongue tangled like ivy.

“Ah, Dixue, you’re sly!” Maria shot up like a spring. “Using off‑table feelings to fish for your ally’s sympathy.” Her accusation sparked like flint.

“Hmph, I’m not! It’s all Little Yue’s choice.” Dixue rose too, posture straight as bamboo.

“You were shielding her—she had three treasures and you didn’t hit her. Now you taste bitter fruit and won’t own it.” Maria’s words snapped like dry twigs.

“No way! If you hadn’t played dirty, I’d already have two.” Dixue’s retort flashed like a knife.

“That’s normal play… And Xiaoyan too—‘rules can’t change,’ banking on Little Yue not picking you.” Maria’s smile was a cat’s.

“N‑no, that’s not it!” Xiaoyan’s protest popped like a seed.

Maria, don’t spit venom like a cornered viper; I never swore I’d rather die than take off my clothes!

Wow, you spilled your heart like a tipped cup, and you still claim it’s not?

Hey—big sisters, don’t fight, please don’t, before sparks turn to wildfire.

Zero Wei’s warning slid off like rain on oiled leaves; the once gentle flock tore off their masks and clashed like summer thunder.

Between the girls, bonds felt honest and impish, like kittens pouncing under bamboo shadows.

(Everyone…)

Watching the three bosses of the Rangers Lodge knot into a tangle over him, Yue Liuyi’s heart cinched like a wet rope; he didn’t know what to do.

After all, this was a party everyone had prepared with care, like lanterns strung for a festival.

Everyone, don’t fight; let the storm settle—I’ve decided!

Huh?

Her words doused the quarrel like a bucket of water; the three girls lifted star-bright eyes and stared at Yue Liuyi like fawns in a clearing.

I…I lost, like a leaf dropping in autumn.

Yue Liuyi split the treasure in her hands into three shares like cutting a mooncake, slipped them into each girl’s cards, then drew the zipper of her dress like a curtain.

Everyone froze, turning to stone like statues under frost.

A beat later, dread fluttered in Yue Liuyi’s chest like a trapped sparrow; he lowered his head and finally saw his own body…

Because he wore a one-piece dress, one tug sent not just the outer layer but everything spilling to the floor like fallen petals.

The blue-haired girl’s figure was suddenly laid bare to all, like moonlight on water.

White thigh-highs and lace underwear; azure hair smooth as silk, dotted with tiny ornaments that, in this scene, hid nothing and made her look even more dazzling.

Even as a boy, Yue Liuyi felt the line he’d crossed was terrifying; fear crawled over him like cold rain.

Thud—Dixue crumpled to the floor like a kite with its string snapped.

Oh no, Dixue-sis fainted, like a candle snuffed by wind!

Call an ambulance—let the siren rise like a tide!

Dixue got killed by sheer cuteness; an ambulance won’t help—Little Yue has to breathe life back like blowing on an ember!

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