After school, Xu Wanrou and I hailed a taxi at the school gate and headed to the Seafood Pavilion. Xu Wanqing had already reserved a small private room, waiting there in her signature black stockings and short skirt—those legendary high-gloss stockings gleaming under the lights. I swallowed hard, utterly captivated.

Xu Wanqing didn’t notice my lewd thoughts. She pulled me to sit beside her and plucked off my one-way mirror glasses. "Wu Tong, we’ve all seen your true face. No need to hide anymore!"

I reluctantly peeled off the Skin Mask. Xu Wanrou immediately leaned in, her small hands gently kneading my cheeks. "Tongtong, your skin is amazing! Like a baby’s. Seriously, no skincare products?"

"Honestly, none..."

"Girls your age don’t need much anyway. Natural is best," Xu Wanqing chimed in, then took my hand into her lap, studying it closely. Her eyes flickered. "Your hands are so smooth and pale—not at all like a martial artist’s."

I sensed her suspicion. Just as I scrambled for an excuse, Xu Wanrou rescued me: "Sis! Tongtong’s a girl, of course she takes care of her skin! Let’s order already—I’m starving!"

"Pfft, little glutton. Eat too much and you’ll never find a husband!"

"Hmph! I don’t *want* to marry anyone!"

Their melodic chatter wrapped around me like perfume. Seated between these two beauties, utterly ordinary as I was, I reveled in their unguarded closeness. Their sweet, girlish scents brushed my nose as they leaned in to discuss the menu. This harem-protagonist fantasy felt utterly fantastic.

After ordering, we rang the service bell. Dishes arrived swiftly—fresh seafood piled high on the table. My appetite roared, but I maintained gentlemanly decorum, neatly folding a paper napkin around my neck. Only to find the sisters already wolfing down everything. Seafood vanished fast. I grabbed a few pieces just in time.

Perhaps because it was "just girls" in the room, their table manners vanished too. In ten minutes, every plate was empty. Xu Wanrou patted her tiny belly, lounging lazily in her chair. "This place is amazing! Next time, same spot!"

"Hmph. *You* pay next time. Today’s my treat—to thank this pretty little kung fu girl." Xu Wanqing turned to me, eyes sharp. "Wu Tong, you know a bit about ancient martial arts. Which school do you practice? Using inner energy to strike from afar? Seriously impressive!"

I’d always felt this sister was far sharper than her sibling. She’d glared at me coldly during our first meeting—I barely tolerated her, lusting only after her mature, curvy figure. Now, alarm bells rang. I kept my voice steady: "My sect’s teachings are secret. If exposed... it’d bring bloodshed upon my family."

"Oh? That serious?" Her eyes screamed *I don’t believe you*, but she dropped it. "Wanrou, your monthly exams are next Wednesday, right?"

"Yeah... homework’s piling up," Wanrou groaned.

"Mom and Dad have high hopes. Go study. I’ll chat with your friend—properly thank her for saving you that day."

Wanrou hesitated but left after her sister’s insistence. The moment the door closed, Xu Wanqing’s face turned icy. She fixed me with a cold stare. "Wu Tong. You don’t know *any* ancient martial arts. Do you?"

"W-What are you talking about...?" I avoided her piercing gaze.

"Hmph. I spoke to a martial arts association friend. He said *qi* and inner energy are pure scams. So how did you ‘accidentally’ shatter Zhang Ting’s groin with ‘inner energy’?"

My mouth opened, but no words came. *Should I tell her I use magic?*

Seeing my silence, she smirked. "That dojo match was staged. You and Zhang Ting planned it. I don’t know why—but it was aimed at *me*, wasn’t it?"

*Sister, I only lust after your body!* But she was Wanrou’s flesh and blood. I had to explain: "Wanqing-jiejie... I truly don’t know Zhang Ting. Ancient martial arts *are* real—I just can’t break sect rules. Look... I’m just a girl. What could I possibly want from you?"

My voice cracked on the last line. Her reply was a scoff. "Don’t think pretty looks make you trustworthy. Something’s *off* about you. A girl passing as a boy this long? Modern-day Hua Mulan? Ridiculous."

Regret stabbed me. I should’ve revealed my gender from the start. But after wearing Wanrou’s dresses, shopping as her "girlfriend"... confessing now would brand me a pervert. I doubled down: "If you doubt me, I’ll demonstrate my inner energy right now."

"Fine. Show me your trick."

She summoned a waiter, ordered three beers, and lined the bottles on the table. Her eyebrow arched. "Shatter these with your ‘inner energy’. A true heir of ancient martial arts won’t struggle with this, right?"

Annoyance flared. No more words. I softly chanted the Wind Blade incantation and flicked my right hand. Invisible blades of wind sliced through the air. The beer bottles shattered. Liquor spilled everywhere.