But how could I save her? I couldn’t just charge at that bald thug and yell, “Let go of that girl and chase me instead!” Catch me, and I’ll let you… hehehe! That mental image was too cringe to handle. Besides, I couldn’t run away… Anyway, I’d follow them and play it by ear.

They stopped at a hotel entrance. Surprisingly, the bald guy cared about hygiene—he hadn’t picked some dark alley. But this was my chance! The moment they went inside, I whipped out my phone to call the cops. Problem was, I’d never called 911 before. Which button was it… Q or R? Probably R—it was my ultimate skill, right? Wait, no! The emergency number was easy: nine-one-one. Just like that jingle—“one call, it works like magic!”

I’m just a normal student. Why was I so nervous? Hua Shu, calm down. It’s just a phone call. Yeah, that’s all.

Beep… beep…

“Hello, 911 emergency services!”

“Yes, I need you! Someone’s drugging a girl to… you know… hurry, save us!”

“Ma’am, stay calm. Is someone trying to drug you? Where are you exactly?”

“Outside a hotel!”

“…I mean your specific location.”

“Outside the ‘Youjian Hotel’.”

“Please don’t waste our time. This could land you in legal trouble. I’ll let it slide this once.”

Click!

Damn it! He hung up! Legal trouble? I *was* outside the Youjian Hotel! Did they need me to say I was surrounded in the Dragon Canyon to show up?! I stared at the hotel sign, tears welling up as I lowered my phone.

【Welcome to Youjian Hotel】

Burning-Eyed Wu Ke, huh? You planned this all along, didn’t you? Picking a hotel with that name to feel safe. Heh. Fine. I’m just a passerby—not some isekai heroine with an aura that wipes out enemies with a flick. We’re strangers. I’ve done all I can. Time to go home for dinner~

After successfully lying to my conscience, I turned to leave. But three young thugs surrounded me instantly. One clamped a hand over my mouth. I struggled, but when they pressed a knife to my neck… I froze. Better not move.

“Boss, this girl was calling the cops outside. We caught her and brought her in.”

Wu Ke paused mid-strip, his face twisting like he’d stepped in dog poop. “Then scram! If we get arrested, the fun’s over!”

“Uh… she’s an idiot. She botched the call. Cops thought she was trolling and hung up.”

Wu Ke glanced at me and snorted. “Big boobs, no brains. The ancients weren’t wrong. Tsk. Good job, Nan brothers! What’s mine is yours.”

“Thanks, Boss!” The trio were clearly naive students, probably idolizing gangster life and helping villains.

“Right. You wait here. I’ll scout ahead!” Wu Ke eyed me, then the half-dressed girl on the bed, deep in thought.

“Hmm… I’ve decided. You’re the one. You’re feistier~” He strode over, scooped me up, and tossed me onto the bed.

“Boss! Let’s talk—don’t pull that out!” I made a last-ditch plea. Futile, but I couldn’t give up. This was my little sister’s purity at stake! If I’d known this would happen, I’d have given it to her that day… sigh.

“Huh? Seeing you two together—you’re both gorgeous. I’ve watched so many yuri anime but never seen real girls like this. Have you three?”

“Boss, we don’t even have girlfriends. Don’t rub it in… though we’ve seen the shows.” The Nan brothers scratched their heads awkwardly.

“Then today’s your lucky day! You—strip her. You too—strip each other! Hehehe.”

Wait, thugs watch anime too? Curious, I peeled off the girl’s top. She blushed, then slowly undid my outer shirt.

“I’m Hua Shu. What’s your name?” I asked to ease the tension.

“Wuwu~ I’m Lei Xi. I’m so sorry! I was stupid enough to fall for their trick, and now I’ve dragged you into this… I’ve burdened you.”

“Call me Hua Shu. Don’t apologize—it’s not your fault. It’s not even theirs for tricking you. The fault lies with this world!” As I comforted Xier, I slid off her skirt. Only her underwear remained. My heart raced—so exciting!

Unnoticed, Wu Ke on the sofa heard my words. A long-sealed door in his heart creaked open. He muttered, “It’s not me… it’s this world… Not me? Not me…?” His hands trembled as he fumbled for cigarettes and a lighter, failing to spark a flame.

“Nan Yi, light this for me.”

Confused but obedient, Nan Yi lit his boss’s cigarette.

“Nan Er, make them hug and kiss. Ensure their chests press together.”

“Got it.” Nan Er rubbed his nose and approached us.

“Nan San… Nan San… Nan Family Three… Kona!” Wu Ke chanted strange names. Nan San froze, unsure what to do.

Inside Wu Ke, the door built from worldly greed and cynicism shuddered. He remembered his student days—dreaming of the 2D world. The warm Nan family sisters. The isolated Guilty Crown. The chuunibyou eyepatch girl Rikka. His idol, the Flaming-Eyed Shana. They all stared at him now, demanding: Where’s your innocence? Your kindness? That heart that broke all chains? Did you forget your danmaku promise—to be reborn in the anime world?

Do you… deserve this now?

No! I haven’t forgotten! Wu Ke touched his eyes, feeling the fiery heat of his colored contacts. He rubbed his bald head—where fiery red hair once flowed. Hadn’t he vowed to shed naivety, adapt to society, bury his conscience? Yet his conscience had been guarded all along by anime girls, buried only by his own choice.

While Wu Ke battled reality and fantasy, Hua Shu had no such drama. At Nan Er’s order, I obediently hugged the girl.

Our four soft mounds squished together like happy meatballs—a joyful reunion. My lips met Xier’s. I meant a quick peck, but she grabbed my head from behind, pulling me into a deep, wet kiss I’d never imagined. Her desperate intensity felt like she wanted to give herself to me completely. How… embarrassingly thrilling.