The afternoon passed without incident. Even when I left the classroom, Jilianbing didn’t follow me.

She was still bothered by what happened at lunch in the cafeteria.

But that was fine. It was best if she utterly despised me and cut all contact.

Yet after this morning and noon’s events, I felt eyes on me wherever I went—mostly curious stares, a trace of hostility in a few…

Being watched was uncomfortable, but at least no one picked a fight. Mixed feelings carried me until dismissal.

I pulled out the note Teacher Yang gave me, sitting at my desk with conflicted emotions, unsure what to do.

Most classmates had left. Only seven or eight remained, nearly all boys. Our class ranked high academically—thirty of forty-some students were in the year’s top hundred. Jilianbing was second in the year, if I recalled…

*Sigh*… I really didn’t want to go home.

Setting Jilianbing aside, I still had two sisters waiting… I had no idea how to face Xinran and Keling.

I could act indifferent to outsiders, but not to my sisters. With family, I couldn’t stay isolated. I needed to communicate.

But this time, I truly didn’t know what to do.

*Q: What should I do as an older brother when I suddenly find my cold sister sneaking into my bed at night?*

*A①: Pin her down! Just do it! Stop overthinking—act first!*

*Smacked away. Next.*

*A②: Bring her over for a talk. Ask why she did it. Find a solution together.*

*No. I can’t be that firm with my sisters. Next.*

*A③: Pretend I know nothing. Treat her normally.*

*That just delays the problem. It’ll blow up eventually. Next.*

*A④: Uh… there are no more answers…*

*What garbage answer is that?!*

*Ugh… An Juncheng, you useless piece of trash!*

I still hadn’t figured out how to handle my sisters. For now, maybe only A③ worked… but dragging it out would cause trouble later. Such a headache…

Though Teacher Yang’s note let me skip evening study hall and go home early, I’d rather stay for class than face home.

Before I knew it, I stood before the library doors.

But Teacher Yang had given everyone notes yesterday. Would she even be here today?

Whatever. I’d walked this far. Might as well check if it’s open…

Pushing the ancient wooden doors open on a whim, they creaked—and weren’t locked.

Inside, the first thing I saw was Teacher Yang Yang behind the service desk.

I’d thought she’d skip work today. Yet here she was… So she really cared about students? That’s why she gave me the note? What a good teacher.

I took two steps toward her greeting, then froze.

From afar, I saw her title clearly:

[Pure-Hearted Succubus]

[Lilith Succubus Innocent]

How bizarre—a name longer than her title… Wait, who are you?! You’re not Teacher Yang Yang!

Why did her name change?! Or was this her real name? Was "Yang Yang" just an alias?

But Teacher Yang looked purely Asian. Why such a… European name?

Titles had never shown wrong names before. This was the first mismatch…

"Lilith Succubus Innocent? Such a long name. Why three parts… huh?!"

Eh? EH?! EHHHHH?!

I rubbed my eyes hard, refusing to believe it.

After muttering Teacher Yang’s new name under my breath, something utterly bizarre happened.

She transformed!

Yes—transformed!

The moment I finished saying her name, white light enveloped Teacher Yang. When it faded, she’d become someone else entirely!

A devilishly alluring figure. Jet-black hair. Full, perky breasts. Milky, dewy skin. Crimson pupils…

Every detail drew my male gaze—but most striking were those… horns on her head!

Actual horns!

And pointed, elongated ears too!

Why did Teacher Yang suddenly look like this?! No—this wasn’t Teacher Yang anymore! Who was this bombshell? Where was Teacher Yang? Some magic trick? Body swap?

And those horns—cosplay props, right? But the ears…

"What the hell…"

Even forcing an explanation felt unconvincing. I stood dumbfounded, jaw slack.

Then "Teacher Yang" noticed me. She looked up and waved.

"Hm? Juncheng? You came after all? I gave you several notes yesterday…"

Her voice changed too! That raspy tone became honeyed and soothing.

No, no—calm down. This wasn’t the time to admire beauty. I needed answers!

This transformed woman wore Teacher Yang’s clothes and glasses. Only her face changed—from plain-looking to stunning beauty… on a 100-point scale.

I walked over dazedly. "Are you… Teacher Yang?"

"Eh? It’s me… What’s wrong? Something on my face?"

She admitted it! She claimed to be Yang Yang—and seemed totally unaware of her transformation!

This woman built entirely of allure… was really that→unwanted, plain teacher?!

I must be seeing a fake!

How such a drastic difference? Like she’d gotten Korea’s legendary "four great beautification arts"…

No, no—even plastic surgery couldn’t reshape her body like this!

How did Teacher Yang’s pitifully flat figure become this curvy, seductive form…

After screaming internally, I asked with a twitching smile: "Um… why do you look like this now…"

"Hm? Like what? I haven’t changed… wait."

Teacher Yang frowned deeply, as if realizing something. Her pupils sharpened like a cat’s in daylight, glowing cold crimson.

"Juncheng… what do you see when you look at me? Answer honestly. No lies!"

"Uh… a seductive older sister… with horns. And pointy ears…"

Teacher Yang echoed blankly: "Seductive older sister?"

I nodded.

She pointed at her horns: "Horns?"

I nodded again.

She touched her ears: "…Pointy ears?"

I kept nodding.

Then, after ten seconds of stunned silence, Teacher Yang exploded.

"Wahhhhh! Why?! The spell shouldn’t have failed! Why exposed?! Wahhh! Exposed in front of a student! I’m ruined! WAAAAHHH!"

She covered her ears, face burning red, and buried her head in the desk papers.

"Uh… Teacher Yang?"

I scratched my cheek, utterly lost.

What on earth was happening…

Holy crap!