As Luo Lian and I grew older, even though our bond remained as strong as ever, subtle changes began to creep into the "details."

Not only had my constitution become more alluring to the opposite sex, but Luo Lian’s "advances" toward me had also evolved beyond crude tactics like drugging or forcing herself on me.

Just days ago, she’d used her body as a weapon—coated in elven secretions—to pull off some new trick. The memory still made my spine tingle even during class.

Grandpa was absolutely right. After all, I was a healthy boy. If a beautiful girl kept swaying before my eyes, I’d inevitably lose control someday.

To avoid such dangerous situations, I’d been relying on Furide as my "human shield" these past few days, keeping Luo Lian at arm’s length.

Except…

I couldn’t shake the feeling this elf’s intentions were far from pure.

…

*"Master! Can we go on a da—ahem! I mean, stroll through town together today to dodge that human woman’s attacks!?"*

On this rest-day morning, Furide lured me out with a painfully obvious excuse.

Now, we wandered the street outside the academy, heading toward Luo City’s largest market. Though his reason was transparently flimsy, I didn’t entirely mind his company.

Compared to Luo Lian—who’d pounce on me without warning—Fuu was far more "composed" and "restrained." Even when overstepping, he’d ask permission first.

*"Master… can we… hold hands?"*

*"Hahaha… no!"*

More importantly, with Fuu around, I never worried about "losing control" or "accidents."

Plus, his constant *"Master, Master!"* calls and meticulous care at the academy would soften even the coldest heart.

Of course, Fuu had one flaw: a tiny "prejudice" against all humans except me.

*"Hmph~ That Luo Lian woman gets to hold your hand, but I can’t?"*

*Hold hands my foot! You and Luo Lian aren’t even in the same league! Why do you hate her so much?!*

The arrogance and bias of the Elvenfolk shone through this homegrown elf.

I sighed and extended my arm. It felt cruel to refuse his rare request.

As he eagerly looped his arm through mine, I noticed Fuu’s "changes" today.

For this rest-day outing—*stroll*, I meant—he’d clearly primped extra hard.

His eyelashes were curled, making his eyes shimmer; his twin tails now reached his waist, thanks to who-knows-how-many hair-growth tonics; even the faint golden fuzz on his ears and neck seemed shaved off. Less "teenage scruff," but his skin gleamed smooth…

Looking closer, Fuu was undeniably stunning. An elf like him would make elven maidens swoon.

Yet I’d not only tamed him completely but even forced him into a maid outfit…

If the Elvenfolk found out, they’d probably kill me.

*"M-Master~ please don’t stare so intently… at me…"*

A voice indistinguishable from a girl’s drifted from Fuu.

I glanced up. His neck was flushed crimson, his steps stiff.

Luckily, passersby likely saw us as "two close girlfriends," not some "glaringly obvious couple."

Frankly, I’d take either over "two close boys."

*"Ah… sorry."*

I shook my head.

I’d been so absorbed watching him that before I knew it, we’d reached the bustling market gates of Lothric Royal City.

Though this was Luo City’s largest market—with shops for anything, even open-air tea pavilions for couples to flaunt affection—it was bizarre seeing Fuu here. This elf, who recoiled from humans besides me, voluntarily entering crowds?

*"Master, I need to buy personal items today."*

True to form, Furide grimaced at the crowd. *"Underwear, hair ribbons, dresses… borrowing my sister’s things feels improper for an older brother."*

*If you know it’s improper, stop stealing your sister’s clothes!*

*"I’ll make that Luo Lian woman see the true power of elves!"*

Furide pumped his fist, already envisioning Luo Lian kneeling before him.

*【Damn… I lose. You truly are the elf worthy of Young Master Ya.】*

This elf was hopeless. And I couldn’t deny my role in egging him on.

*"Fuu, ahem… you really don’t need to compete with Luo Lian—"*

*"No! Master, that graceless, vulgar human—even as a princess—doesn’t deserve you!"*

At Luo Lian’s name, Furide bristled. Despite once being her "arranged match," he unleashed textbook elven prejudice without hesitation. He clutched my arm tighter: *"Ignoring your perilous constitution, she even tries to burden you further—to make you regret it for life!"*

*Fuu… you’re causing trouble too…*

*And stop pressing against me. Flat chests don’t need censorship even shirtless.*

*"Compared to such an uncultured woman, Master, I’d wager my sister is far more suited to you!"*

*"Your sister?"*

I blinked.

Serica had given birth to twins, meaning Furide had a biological sister. I’d barely noticed him before we met, but I’d seen his sister a few times as a child.

Born frail, she rarely mingled with peers. My stepmother—the Elf Queen—had connected us back then.

But that was all. I’d even forgotten her face. She’d surely forgotten me too.

*"Yes! Sister’s health has always been poor. Since coming here with me, she’s missed most academy classes."*

Fuu puffed his chest proudly. *"But her character? Lightyears beyond that woman’s!"*

*"And her artistic talent? Top-tier among elves! Mother says her works even ‘sell like hotcakes’ in human kingdoms. We might find them here!"*

At the mention of his sister, Fuu’s excitement exploded. After this rapid-fire pitch, he dashed into a roadside bookstore—as if to prove his sister’s brilliance.

Was he really hunting for her "bestsellers"?

Hesitating at the entrance, instinct made me turn—and I cautiously picked up a "manga" from a corner shelf.

The cover froze the world around me.

Correction: Even risking my lower-body happiness, staying with Luo Lian was safer.

Being with Fuu had no risks…

But revealed a far worse problem…

***Fuu-d—The Cross-Dressing Elf Who Acts Tough But Is Actually a Natural Submissive?

Ya-o-sha—The "No" Boy Who’s Actually an Aggressive Trap?***

***TRAP x CROSS-DRESSER! VOLUME 1 NOW IN PRINT!***

*"WHAT THE ACTUAL F—?!"*