"Owwww~"

Under the faint moonlight, Xueluo lay weakly across Irina’s lap as she applied medicated ointment to his back.

"Why complain about the pain?"

Irina frowned after inspecting his wounds.

"Besides, as a Vampire, you don’t even need this. In every possible way."

"No, no, no—I’m telling you, it *hurts*. Like, *dying*-level pain!"

Xueluo rolled around on Irina’s lap. Watching her brother—or sister—act like this, Irina’s expression softened slightly.

"Alright, alright, *brother*. I’ll finish applying it."

"Mhm~"

Satisfied, Xueluo boldly placed his hand on Irina’s thigh and grinned.

"My little sister~ Brother loves you most."

*【Honestly, we don’t need ointment at all.】*

Guya’s voice whispered in Xueluo’s mind.

*【Even sunlight only harms you because it was pure UV rays earlier. As a Half Vampire, your weakness to sun isn’t that severe.】*

She took a breath.

*【And with our healing ability? That mediocre ointment does almost nothing.】*

*Shut up. None of your business.*

Xueluo tightened his grip on Irina’s thigh, mentally retorting.

*Think I don’t know?*

His face twisted into a middle-aged pervert’s grin.

*Being human means seizing opportunities.*

He rubbed his cheek against Irina’s thigh again.

*And as a man? Seize EVERY opportunity!*

*【……】*

*【Just die already.】*

Xueluo ignored Guya. Though he now wore a beautiful girl’s face, his behavior was anything but ladylike—just shamelessly exploiting his new identity.

*Is this adaptation… good or bad?*

"Done, brother."

Irina patted his arm gently.

"Uh… still hurts a bit."

"Less talk. Get off."

She pushed him down. Reluctantly lifting his face from her lap, Xueluo pulled his shirt up.

"Ah, my dear sister~ I’m still in pain. Honestly, I think I should—"

*Thump!*

Irina’s hand landed firmly on his shoulder before he could finish.

"Uh… what are you doing, sis?"

Irina slowly leaned in, studying his face. After a long pause, she swallowed hard and whispered:

"Brother… you’re so cute. And…"

Her voice trembled.

"You look… younger than me."

*【That’s a compliment, right? Eternal youth and all.】*

Guya murmured after a stunned silence.

*That’s NOT the point!*

Before Xueluo could protest—

*Giggled!*

Irina suddenly pounced, pinning him to the sofa.

"Brother, you’ve become SO cute!"

"Eh?!"

No time to react—Irina buried her face in Xueluo’s nearly flat chest, rubbing eagerly while humming in a dreamy tone:

"Brother… no! *Sister*! Ahhh~ I’ve always wanted a little sister who cooks and takes care of me! And now you’re super~cute! Can I call you little sister? *Please?*"

"I’m still your brother! In every way!"

*Her face rubbing my chest…*

*Weirdly… comfortable~*

*【XUELUO, YOU IDIOT!】*

Just as Xueluo melted into bliss, Irina lifted her head.

"And… huff… huff… huff…"

*Huh?*

Her face flushed deeper, eyes glazed over. Panting heavily, she reached under the bed and pulled out a pile of clothes.

Xueluo froze.

Nurse uniforms. Maid outfits. Sailor suits. A chaotic mountain of costumes.

"Uh… Miss Irina?"

"Come on…" She inched closer, breath ragged. "Try them on for your sister…"

"Wait—I’ve got urgent business! I really must—"

*Xwoosh!*

An invisible force yanked him backward as he tried to flee.

"Don’t go…"

Irina raised a hand, drool glistening on her chin. Telekinesis.

"The night is still young~"

"Nooooooooo!"

*【Are you a Starwalker?! Seriously—IS YOUR WHOLE FAMILY A BUNCH OF PERVERTS?!】*