"Oh~ darling, slow down~"

"Ah~ too fast, I can't take it..."

"Stop already, nooo~"

In the hallway of the academic building, a man and a girl were... sprinting forward.

The boy took huge strides. The girl struggled visibly, nearly stumbling to a fall several times. She started complaining.

But her lines were undeniably lewd. Students poked heads from classrooms, then pulled back disappointedly, shaking their heads.

*Sigh, just another attention-seeker.*

Hearing her words grow wilder, Zhou Ruiyang feared worse shouts. He sped up, dragging her to an empty classroom.

Many senior-year rooms here stood abandoned, unlocked, free to enter.

Inside, Zhou Ruiyang slammed the door shut.

"What did you bring me here for, I wonder?" Mujin smiled mischievously. She leaned close, whispering softly, "Planning to fulfill husbandly duties here? Bold move, little... Ruiyang."

She blew a breath deliberately into his ear.

She’d almost called him "Xiao Yang," but changed it last second, fearing exposure.

Mujin knew Zhou Ruiyang well—he’d never cross lines. She could tease freely.

He believed she wasn’t Mujin anyway, so she played her role fully.

True to form, virgin Zhou Ruiyang couldn’t handle it. His eyes widened. Feet scrambling, he shot back, pressing against the door.

"Wait, classmate—you’ve got it wrong!"

"What? You dragged me here, then blame *me* for misunderstanding?" She poked her lower lip with a finger, winking. Her pure smile held a hint of seduction. "But... if you want to do something, I won’t say no."

Zhou Ruiyang waved frantic hands. "Ah... n-no, never!"

Mujin clasped hands behind her back, biting back a laugh. "Alright, no more teasing. Why pull me out here?"

She’d planned to flaunt affection in class, adding "bedroom details" to cement her as his girlfriend—the pretty girl chasing him.

But this clueless guy yanked her out before she could act.

"Who *are* you? Who sent you to mess with me?" Zhou Ruiyang scratched his head.

The girl froze. "Mess with you?"

"Yeah. Last time you stole my clothes. Now spreading rumors in class. I’ve never seen you, yet you know my name. Someone must’ve sent you to slander me."

Mujin’s expression darkened halfway through. When he finished, she yelled, "Zhou Ruiyang!"

He flinched. "Why shout so loud?"

"Don’t you have a conscience? Your classmates mock you for never getting a girlfriend! I dropped everything to save your face, and you call it slander!?"

*If I’d known you’d be this ungrateful, I’d have left you as the joke.*

"You... are you angry?"

"Duh." She rolled her eyes.

"Sorry. Then stop being angry."

"You say stop, and I just stop?"

"What should I do then?"

"Don’t know how to sweet-talk a girl?" She pouted, utterly speechless.

Mujin slipped into roles easily—a drama queen honed by murder mystery games. She’d fully become this girl now.

"Uh... how?" Zhou Ruiyang scratched his head, embarrassed.

"Right. If you knew how, you’d have a girlfriend already." Mujin sighed. "Forget it. I’ll show you the way."

...

"Hi, three big grilled sausages please. Toppings? This one, this one, and this one—all of them."

At the school gate stall, the brown-haired girl leaned on the counter, pointing eagerly at menu toppings.

Zhou Ruiyang’s mouth twitched beside her. "Three... can you finish them?"

"Eh, I’ll split them into two meals if needed."

"Alright."

Zhou Ruiyang gave up, silently bleeding inside. His splurge money was nearly gone.

"Ah, eating like this feels amazing!"

Leaving the stall, Mujin inhaled deeply, savoring the meaty fullness. Satisfaction washed over her with the autumn breeze.

*Maybe this is happiness.*

Mujin strolled with Zhou Ruiyang across the plaza, munching skewers. She turned, catching him staring longingly. After a pause, she offered her half-eaten sausage.

"Want a bite?"

"Huh?" Zhou Ruiyang eyed the bitten sausage, then her pink lips. He waved. "Ah... no thanks."

"Tch. Suit yourself."

The words triggered a memory.

Freshman year—both broke. Just as Mujin thought she’d starve, she found one yuan in her pocket.

She bought a sausage. They wandered this same plaza. Seeing hunger in his eyes, she’d asked the same question.

They shared that sausage bite by bite, taking forever.

The best sausage she’d ever tasted. Later visits never matched it.

A faint smile curved on her lips. Then she glanced up-right—her transformation time showed under five minutes.

*Gotta slip away fast.*

She turned to Zhou Ruiyang, grinning. "I’m leaving. You treated me, so I owe you a gift."

His eyes lit up. "Money?"

He still ached over the thirty-yuan sausages.

Mujin’s smile dropped. "Boring. Money isn’t a gift!"

*Hopelessly dense. No wonder Jiang Kai said he can’t find any girl.*

"Fine. What’re you giving?"

"Hmm..." Mujin scanned around. They’d reached a quiet side path. Alone, she turned playful, grinning wickedly. "How about I show you my panties?"

*He treated me like a bro—giving bro perks is fine.*

She never saw panties as shameful. At beaches or pools, she wore only them without shame.

*What’s the difference between a pool flash and a roadside one?*

"What?!" Zhou Ruiyang’s jaw dropped in shock.

His reaction fueled her tease. She thrust the sausage at him. "Hold this."

She hopped back, pinching her skirt hem, beaming. "Eager? One second only—cherish it."

Slowly, she lifted the hem. Knees appeared. Tender white thighs. Then that sacred area.

"This!?"

Zhou Ruiyang’s eyes bulged as if popping out.

*Weird. Just panties—why such a freak-out?*

Mujin’s heart skipped.

*Wait—did the System put me in weird underwear? Diapers? Bear prints?*

She glanced down, relieved.

*Oh. No underwear at all. Scared me—I thought...*

*Wait?*

Her eyes widened. She checked again. Cold sweat slid down.

*None!?*