Sitting in a tiny, duck-like squat, the miniature Han Youwei pondered the black sprite’s words. After a thoughtful pause, she nodded slightly in agreement. The hollow, dim eyes slowly regained their sparkle.
White sprite: "Master, don’t listen to him! Be a proper, reserved girl!"
Black sprite: "Shut up! Take this punch!"
White sprite: "Ouch! I’ll fight you! You’re corrupting our master!"
The white and black sprites launched into a fierce battle for their master’s soul. They traded punches and palm strikes, dodging each other with quick footwork. The tiny Han Youwei stood beside them, shouting, "Stop fighting! You’ll kill each other!"
After the intense clash, the black sprite emerged victorious. Bruised and unsteady, it limped to Han Youwei. With a relieved smile, it encouraged, "Master, always be... selfless like today!" It coughed. Then, like the white sprite, it dissolved into a faint white light, leaving Han Youwei with an epiphany.
Back to reality...
Enlightened Han Youwei savored the head pats. Blissful, she squinted her eyes into crescent moons and gently nuzzled Chuyun’s palm like a kitten begging for faster pets.
Chuyun saw her flushed face, slightly parted cherry lips, and heard faint, heart-fluttering moans. This kitten-like lewdness made his resolve crumble. Why did a simple head pat feel so suggestive with her?
He checked the time—five more minutes to complete the task. Hang in there. Honestly, her hair felt amazing under his fingers. He got carried away, even pulling out a strand.
Anyone peeking into Class 443 would see a petite girl blushing as a sunny boy ruffled her twin-tailed hair.
*Ding! Side quest: Han Youwei wants head pats completed.*
*Reward: 1 point, 1 charm point.*
*Ding! Han Youwei’s favor +10.*
*Current favor towards Chuyun: 40.*
The system alerts relieved Chuyun. That task was brutal. Why did her favor jump again? Did each head pat boost it?
Han Youwei felt the warm hand vanish. She opened her dazed, confused, shy moon-like eyes at Chuyun. "Chuyun-kun~~" she cooed, puzzled.
"It’s almost five. Too late for more pats. Be good," Chuyun said like a weary father.
"Oh, right. Can I get pats tomorrow, Chuyun-kun?" Her starry eyes beamed with expectation.
*Is she addicted?* Chuyun thought, about to refuse. But her hopeful gaze shot starry beams at him. His HP bar emptied under the assault. "Fine, fine! Tomorrow pats, okay?" he conceded, near tears.
"Yay! I’m off home then. See you tomorrow, Chuyun-kun!" She left reluctantly, glancing back every few steps.
Watching her go, Chuyun slumped in his chair. Finally free from this airhead. But it was only day one—he sighed. Why did Han Youwei love head pats so much? And why did she get so lewd? Was this head-pat play?
For Han Youwei, today was special. The shy, introverted girl met a caring boy who planted seeds in her dark world. She was growing dependent, releasing pent-up emotions.
For Chuyun, too much happened: Xia Shiqi, Lin Waner, Han Youwei, the system, saving girls. As an ordinary high schooler, he struggled to accept it all. Han Youwei’s silly antics tortured him. He hoped she’d be less airheaded tomorrow.
