Yufei Han’s Room

“Qinmu! I’ve been waiting for you. Little miss, you can’t run now,” Yufei Han declared with a smug grin and a venomous lilt—utterly unlike her earlier act.

Qinmu finally realized every ounce of sweetness she’d shown Han Yunze had been pure theater.

Sensing danger, Qinmu darted toward the door. But Yufei snagged her sleeve, yanking her into a bone-tight embrace. Escape was impossible.

“Still thinking of running? Did you forget your promise online yesterday? I could let you go—but your guild becomes mine forever.”

Qinmu hesitated. She’d traveled so far for this. All that effort wasted? Resigned, she went limp like a captured soldier surrendering to the enemy camp.

Yufei released her, stroking Qinmu’s cheek with a wicked smile. “That’s my good girl. Come here. Sister won’t hurt you.”

She guided Qinmu to the bed, then pulled costumes from her closet: maid outfits, bunny suits, school swimsuits—even a thong. Qinmu’s stomach dropped. *She won’t make me try these on… will she?*

Yufei confirmed her fear instantly, thrusting a maid dress and garter belt forward. “Little beauty, put this on for me.”

Qinmu pushed the clothes away, scowling.

Yufei’s smile vanished. “Changed your mind about the guild?”

Terror flooded Qinmu. She peeled off her thick winter layers—coat, sweater—until only her shirt and underwear remained. “Like this?”

Yufei nodded approvingly. “Good. Now the maid dress. It’s been ages since I’ve seen a real maid.”

Qinmu obeyed. She bowed deeply, voice stiff: “Master, how may I serve you?”

Yufei pointed at a book on the desk. “Hand it to me.”

Qinmu fetched it reluctantly, presenting it with another stiff bow.

Yufei frowned. “Don’t you have lines for this?”

Qinmu blinked, confused.

“*Yes, my master*,” Yufei huffed. “Honestly, don’t you watch anime? Maid tropes are universal!” Still grumbling, she tossed Qinmu a school swimsuit.

The room’s heating saved her from freezing. But this swimsuit? Qinmu’s face burned. *If I strip now, she’ll see everything. This is too embarrassing.*

“Hurry up,” Yufei cracked her knuckles, eyes gleaming. “Or I’ll undress you myself. Your choice.”

“F-fine! I’ll do it!” Qinmu turned her back, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, then unhooking her bra. She fumbled with the swimsuit, bare shoulders trembling.

“Turn around,” Yufei commanded. “I’m a girl too. What, do you think I’ll molest you?”

Flushed crimson, Qinmu turned. Porcelain skin, smooth as jade. Delicate curves. Long legs. The shadowed triangle she tried to hide with her hands.

Yufei whistled. “Stunning. Letting boys have you would be a crime against beauty.”

She stepped closer, fingers tracing Qinmu’s shoulder, arm, waist. Qinmu flinched like prey. *I’ve become her toy.*

“Stop touching me!” Qinmu yelped as Yufei’s hand slid to her chest. She swatted at the wandering fingers while shielding herself below.

“Mmph~ Standing naked before me? That’s practically an invitation. Wasting this would be rude.” Yufei’s breath warmed Qinmu’s ear. Her palm pressed firmer against soft flesh, thumb flicking lightly—drawing a soft gasp.

“Yufei, you’re such a pervert!” Qinmu glared through tears.

“Girls exploring together? Perfectly normal. Or… you can touch me back. Though mine aren’t as nice as yours.” Yufei finally pulled away, reluctantly. Qinmu’s skin *was* impossibly dewy—even better than her own.

“Oh yeah?” Qinmu wiped her eyes, suddenly lunging. But Yufei dodged, laughing.

“Still want that guild?”

Qinmu froze. She wiped her tears and pulled on the swimsuit. The fabric strained tight, suffocating. She stood rigidly, fighting discomfort.

“Hmm. A bit small. My bad.” Yufei shrugged.

Next came a butler suit—mercifully normal. Qinmu redressed in crisp trousers and jacket.

Yufei clapped. “Sharp! No wonder half your class has a crush on you. Versatile little thing, aren’t you?”

Qinmu bit back a retort. *Don’t anger her. Not after all this.*

The bunny suit followed. Even tighter. The chest panel gaped, revealing too much. Yufei tweaked Qinmu’s fluffy ears. “Adorable. Only two left. Push through.”

Qinmu squeezed into the cat-ear set, dreading the thong swimsuit next.

Yufei cupped her face, stroking her cheeks. “So. Damn. Cute. My little angel.” She beamed. “Reward time—you can skip the last one. Today was perfect.”

Relieved, Qinmu started changing. Yufei blocked her. “Wait. One thing I almost forgot.”

Qinmu paused, now decent in shirt and pants. Safer.

Yufei pounced, pinning her to the bed. “This moment? Too precious to skip, my sweet.”

Her face hovered inches above Qinmu’s. A wicked smile. Fingers slipped under Qinmu’s shirt, tracing upward from her waist. Qinmu squeezed her eyes shut. *What now? More shame?*

“I can make you feel even better,” Yufei murmured, straddling her hips. Buttons popped. Her bra clasp clicked open.

Qinmu clutched her chest. “You already touched me… why again?”

“Not enough. I need *more*.” Yufei’s eyes glazed over—hunger replacing playfulness.

“No! Don’t—”

Yufei ignored her. Her own clothes fell away. Qinmu stared, breath catching. Grass-green hair spilled over smooth shoulders. She’d never seen Yufei like this.

A familiar heat stirred in Qinmu—the boy she used to be. How could she *not* react to this?

“Yufei… what are you doing?”

“What do you think?” A faint smile played on Yufei’s lips.

“Mmph… I don’t know.”

“Oh, Qinmu~” Yufei cooed, voice dripping honey. “Aren’t you a boy? How could you *not* know?”

“But girls can’t—” Qinmu’s voice cracked, memories flashing.

“Who says we can’t?”

“But—”

Yufei’s finger silenced her lips. “No buts. Want your guild? Obey me.”

Qinmu hesitated. *What if my sisters find out? I’d die a thousand deaths.*

“Just us,” Yufei whispered, reading her fear. “No one else.”

“…Okay.”

What followed was strictly for adult eyes.

Afterward, Qinmu dressed swiftly. “You’ll transfer the guild soon?”

Yufei pulled on her clothes. “Of course. I’ll tell them the original leader’s an even prettier girl. They’ll flock to you.”

“Don’t!” Qinmu grabbed her wrist. “Half our classmates are in that guild! They’ll know I’m—”

“Fine, fine.” Yufei waved her off. “But remember today. *You* chose this. I didn’t force you.”

“Yes. Whatever makes you happy,” Qinmu muttered, hollow.

“Stay for lunch,” Yufei chirped. “My brother’s boring and awkward, but he cooks like a master chef. Seriously.”

“Oh?” Qinmu’s eyes lit up. “I’d love to try it.” The promise of good food washed away the exhaustion. Her spirits lifted instantly.