A spacious, sunlit villa.

Gujiajia, dressed in a maid uniform, was cleaning.

Though she’d felt embarrassed when she first put it on, she’d grown accustomed to it lately.

*Tap-tap-tap.*

A steady rhythm—the crisp click of black patent shoes on marble stairs.

A silver-haired girl descended, clad in a crisp sailor uniform. Her pleated skirt ended high on her thighs, revealing smooth skin above white over-the-knee socks. Youthful and radiant.

Gujiajia had never seen anyone like her. She stared, momentarily spellbound.

Only when Su Qingshan reached the door, about to step out, did Gujiajia snap out of it.

“Where are you going?”

She was supposed to keep the Dark Dragon from causing trouble!

“School.”

Su Qingshan’s voice was cool.

*It’s just a class. Why’s Big Sister acting like I’m about to rob a bank?*

The answer stunned Gujiajia.

“Dark Dragon! If you have a grudge, take it out on me—not innocent students!”

“As a freshman, attending class is normal. What did you think I’d do there?”

*Freshman? Class?!*

Gujiajia’s mind reeled.

That uniform—it was from the city’s most prestigious academy!

The Dark Dragon wasn’t just a rich heiress… she was a top student too?!

Tall phoenix trees lined the wide, spotless path.

*Ding-ding-ding—*

A boy cycled past, grinning; a blushing girl clung to his back.

Groups of students strolled along the sidewalks, laughing and whispering.

Su Qingshan walked beneath the shade, books in hand, savoring the easy rhythm of youth.

“Psst! Look—it’s the first-year!”

A girl tugged her friend’s sleeve, barely containing her excitement.

They followed her gaze.

Amid identical uniforms, the silver-haired girl shone like a pearl.

*Su Qingshan.*

A freshman who’d become the academy’s unattainable goddess overnight—her striking looks and icy aura undeniable. That signature silver hair, that aloof grace… unmistakable.

“She’s even more stunning in person!”

“Way better than those blurry photos!”

(Those shots, snapped by awestruck strangers, captured less than a tenth of her beauty.)

“If I could just talk to her once, I’d die happy!”

“She’s *Su Qingshan*. Not someone just anyone can approach.”

An unattainable goddess—intimidating as she was mesmerizing.

No one dared step forward, though many longed to.

Su Qingshan’s sharp hearing caught their hushed words.

Her brows furrowed slightly. A flicker of disgust crossed her eyes.

*Annoying. Especially when it’s directed at me.*

Most lacked courage—but not all.

“Junior Su!”

A poised, melodic voice called from behind, accompanied by hurried footsteps.

Su Qingshan’s frown deepened. She quickened her pace.

“Don’t rush, little junior. You might trip~”

The voice was closer now, right beside her.

“Senior Luo. Long time no see.”

Luo Shiy’s pink hair should’ve screamed playfulness, yet she radiated elegance.

The same uniform transformed on her: generous curves strained the fabric, a tiny waist flared into lush hips, and the short skirt revealed creamy thighs. Even her white socks looked provocative.

“Days without seeing you, junior… I’ve missed you terribly!”

Luo Shiy swept Su Qingshan into a tight embrace, burying the smaller girl’s face against her chest.

*She smells so good…*

Luo Shiy nuzzled her, rubbing deliberately.

Su Qingshan stiffened—exasperated, speechless.

She pushed the senior away, creating space.

“Senior Luo. Mind your image.”

Luo Shiy recoiled, feigning shock.

“You… pushed me away?”

Su Qingshan couldn’t handle this overbearing affection.

*As a man, I don’t mind clingy older sisters—but this is excessive. Especially in public.*

Denied the hug, Luo Shiy slid an arm around Su Qingshan’s waist.

“No class for a while. Let me treat you to coffee?”

“Not interested.”

Su Qingshan peeled the roaming hand off her waist and sped up.

“I have class, Senior. Excuse me.”

Watching the silver-haired figure vanish, Luo Shiy’s expression shifted back to regal poise. She sighed.

“What a cold-hearted junior.”

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Midnight.

A girl’s face flushed crimson, her eyes blindfolded with black silk. Chains bound her wrists and ankles. Her fingers tightened around the cold metal. A black collar forced her neck arched upward.

Yet no pain crossed her features—only breathless anticipation.

“Mistress… please… more…”

“I didn’t give you permission to speak.”

A tall, commanding woman sat by the bed, gripping the collar’s leash. A low, imperious hum vibrated in her throat.

Her cherry-pink hair glowed like embers in the dark.

Moonlight spilled over the dominatrix’s form—revealing crimson horns curving from her temples.

*Luo Shiy.*

The elegant senior now wore skin-tight leather, her cleavage spilling above the neckline, a micro-skirt barely covering essentials. A slender tail swayed lazily behind her.

Luo Shiy bent low, silently drawing the girl’s essence. Bliss softened her features.

*Girls truly are the best.*

Her thoughts drifted to silver hair and icy eyes.

*An unattainable goddess?*

Dark hunger flared in her gaze—a craving bordering on obsession.

*That cool, distant aura… utterly intoxicating.*

*I want my junior… as my toy.*

*Ah-choo!*

At that exact moment, Su Qingshan sneezed.