Just one day after Furide and I were summoned to the dean’s office, fresh rumors about us were already circulating across campus.

But none of that mattered—as long as the school’s official "News Club" set the record straight…

Lunch break.

I sat on a patch of grass, basking in the warm afternoon breeze, flipping through a freshly printed copy of the *Academy Daily*.

To combat the locust-swarm rumors, I’d personally asked the News Club to clarify what really happened during our meeting with the dean.

An official correction should’ve buried those lies for good.

I glanced at the paper.

Right in the center, bold letters screamed:

**🔥 HOT OFF THE PRESSES! ARISA & FURIDE: CAMPUS’ FIRST MALE COUPLE, BLESSED BY THREE WITNESSES! 🔥**

"To hell with your sister!"

I shredded the paper into confetti.

Just as I stood to "remind" those yaoi-obsessed News Club girls about journalistic ethics, Furide’s gentle voice floated beside me.

"Master, why trouble yourself with vulgar humans?"

Thanks to relentless "training," Furide now looked even more stunningly feminine. He poured tea from a delicate set, every inch a perfect maid.

"Rumors are just lowly human entertainment. Ignore them~ Hehe…"

*Then stop grinning like a lovesick fool!*

That blissful smile—what did it mean?! Our meeting with the dean was about a *serious* engagement!

My teeth ground together, but I still took the cup he offered.

This crossdressing elf had gotten terrifyingly skilled at housework since taking Hill’s advice to become my maid. He’d make someone a wonderful bride—*ahem*—groom someday…

I blew on the steaming tea, barely touching the rim with my tongue.

Earlier, after meeting my parents and grandfather, my engagement to Lorian was settled smoothly.

Furide’s withdrawal meant I’d fulfilled my grandfather’s demand. My childhood promise to Lorian could now be postponed until I came of age.

No more fear of losing my lower half—or my future happiness—over broken vows! My dream of surpassing my father to become the Hundred-Slayer Hero King inched closer!

Or so I thought.

Just as relief washed over me, my grandfather spoke again.

The old man still fretted over how I’d "turned" Furide.

"Little Ya," he sighed, eyeing Furide, "you may choose your fiancée freely… but this behavior is dangerously reckless. If you can twist a *boy* like this… what might you do to a *girl*?"

*Nonsense! Boys are easier to manipulate—*

*No! I’d never touch boys either!*

Before I could defend my "pure intentions," my perverted father sidled up to Grandpa, whispering conspiratorially:

"How about this, Father-in-law? We do *this* and *that* to Xiaoya…"

"Brilliant plan, son-in-law!"

In the end, I delayed the engagement—but gained strict conditions.

Until adulthood, I must "restrain myself" from any intimacy with Lorian. Break that rule? Straight to the chapel for "I do" the next morning.

I agreed instantly.

After all, I’d already vowed celibacy to Hill until I turned eighteen.

Later, to prevent "happy accidents," I confessed my cursed constitution to Furide.

*This idiot would absolutely try something otherwise.*

"So you wear women’s clothes for such a heavy reason…" Furide settled beside me after pouring my tea. "I misunderstood you before. I’m truly sorry."

I’d stopped correcting his ultra-feminine "duck sit" posture. This elf was born for skirts, inside and out.

"At first, I thought you did it to seem more manly… Forgive me!"

"Don’t apologize so easily. I was angry when I punished you—went too far. I feel bad about that too."

Time with Furide revealed his true nature: clever, honest, hardworking. His prejudice against humans stemmed only from deep-rooted Elvenfolk beliefs.

Except for one stubborn streak…

"Now that you know why I crossdress… can you *stop* being my maid?"

"Impossible! Even knowing this, I *choose* to serve you as your maid! Let me devote my life to you!"

*Why won’t this elf let go?! Lorian would murder me!*

Panicked he’d think I rejected him, Furide rushed on: "Besides, Master! Your condition is dire! Not only must you avoid women before adulthood due to your vows—but every month, your body uncontrollably attracts *all* females! It’s making a bad situation worse!"

Before I could process his words, he blurted out his plan:

"So you *need* someone to help during crises, right?!"

*Help?*

I blinked. He wasn’t wrong.

During flare-ups, my body trembled like a leaf. I’d be as defenseless as a princess surrounded by orcs.

Hill used to shield me—but she couldn’t be at the academy daily now. Furide, being male, might resist my allure… probably.

"Fine. How would you help?"

I turned—and froze.

Furide’s eyes darted away. His plump lips parted and closed. His flawless face flushed crimson, even his long ears burning red.

Before I could react, he swung a leg over my lap, straddling me. His hands pinned my shoulders. Through sheer black stockings, I felt the heat and softness of his thighs.

*Holy hell! What’s this elf doing?!*

"F-Furide?! Are you drugged or something?!"

I tried shoving him off, but he held firm.

"Hill said," he whispered, breath warm, "if someone calms you during flare-ups *without breaking your vows*… your condition stabilizes."

*HILL!!*

*Why tell this crossdressing elf my deepest secret?! I don’t swing that way!*

While my mind reeled, Furide leaned closer. Our noses nearly touched.

His sweet floral scent filled the air. Sunlight caught the faint golden fuzz on his cheeks.

*Disaster! In broad daylight—he’s insane!*

"So when the time comes…" His voice dropped to a murmur. "Let me be the one to… calm you down. Okay, Master?"

*Calm me down?! How?! Hands? Mouth?! Or—*

I couldn’t finish the thought.

Before I could push him away, a furtive figure darted behind a distant tree.

*A girl! An academy student!*

She’d seen us in this… *compromising* position!

"Ahhh—!"

Our eyes met. She stumbled backward, already sprinting off to spread the news.

"IDIOT! FURIDE! WE’VE BEEN SEEN!"

"Eh? So what? Just a human." Furide stayed dazed on my lap. "Also… call me Fuu, Master? Only Mother and my sister use that name…"

*Who cares about nicknames?!*

I smacked his head and shoved him off.

"CHASE HER, YOU MORON! Do you *want* to die single?!"

"Hehehe…"

*Stop laughing like a creep!*