Lingyuan’s eyes slowly opened, clouded with confusion.
He felt like he’d slept for ages, yet dreamt of nothing. And…
*Why do my wrists and ankles ache so much?!*
He tried to move his limbs but couldn’t. Glancing down, he saw ropes binding him to the bed—*Who did this?!*
*[What’s happening?!]*
His head still throbbed dully. The last thing he remembered was eating the class monitor’s cooking.
*[Wait—the class monitor!]*
The fog in his mind vanished instantly. Now everything made terrifying sense.
“You’re finally awake.”
A familiar voice made Lingyuan’s body jerk. His face turned ashen.
“I’ve waited so long for you~ Lingyuan-kun~” Yixinxue appeared beside him, settling onto the bed.
Her eyes held cloying tenderness; her voice dripped with saccharine affection.
She gazed down at him, gentle as moonlight—while Lingyuan’s panic bled through his wide eyes.
“Class monitor… what are you doing…?”
His limbs felt leaden. Even if he had strength, the ropes held him fast.
“Ah~ah… Am I really so inferior to your 2D wives?” Yixinxue murmured, tracing a finger down Lingyuan’s cheek.
“Sigh~ But in this situation? Your pixel girlfriends can’t save you. You’re all mine to play with~”
“Class monitor… forced fruit never tastes sweet…” Lingyuan whispered his last defense.
“But it quenches thirst~”
“It’s… not tasty…”
“How would you know unless you try~?”
The silver-haired girl leaned down, her porcelain face hovering over the bound boy.
Her hand cradled his chin like a delicate crystal goblet.
Her tongue parted his lips, brushing against his own. Yixinxue savored him slowly, as if tasting rare vintage wine.
His breath hitched. Lingyuan stopped resisting. The sensation was strange—her tongue soft and sweet, carrying a girl’s unique fragrance, leaving him craving more.
Truth was, only Yixinxue moved. Lingyuan lay like a lifeless marionette, letting her do as she pleased.
Glistening strands trailed from his slack mouth. His unfocused eyes held panic and daze—a mess of tangled breaths.
He looked like someone who’d barely survived drowning.
*Mmm—*
Minutes later, Yixinxue finally pulled back. A silvery thread stretched between their tongues.
*How odd. My first kiss too… yet I’m so greedy.*
“How was it?” She covered her flushed face, hiding her shyness.
“Uh…”
Lingyuan’s mind was blank, still trapped in the kiss.
“What’s wrong?” She poked his cheek. *It was only ten minutes. Why’s he catatonic? He was feisty earlier…*
*Did I go too far?*
*[But he didn’t react at all. I did all the work…]*
“Hmm. Still, progress~ Time to escalate.” Yixinxue’s lips curled. Her hand slid toward his belt.
“No! Class monitor! Stop! Wait—don’t!”
“Huh…?” His desperate cry made her jerk her hand back.
“It’s too fast… please…”
“From whose perspective is this unfair? You didn’t resist. You *enjoyed* it.”
Yixinxue frowned, genuinely puzzled. *[What are you talking about?]*
Lingyuan wanted to weep.
*[How could I resist tied up like this?!]*
“But… your words just now. You’ve accepted me, haven’t you?”
“Uh… no…”
“Eh?” His backtracking made her giggle. She leaned closer, voice dripping honey:
“Truly don’t want my… exclusive rights~?”
Lingyuan *had* wavered—but a memory flashed, shattering the thought.
“I… don’t want to be your boyfriend yet…”
*Unexpected, yet predictable.*
Yixinxue didn’t look surprised. She beamed, her face inches from his: “But you didn’t deny *this*.”
It *was* pleasant… especially with a school idol like Yixinxue… even if her actions sometimes chilled his blood.
Guilt gnawed at him. Lingyuan turned his head away.
“Silence means consent~” Yixinxue whispered, reading his mind. “Don’t worry. I’ll wait. But—no flirting with real girls. I tolerate your anime wives. Reality, though~”
“…”
“If you do… you’d be *so* bad. Bad enough to deserve punishment~”
Lingyuan opened his mouth to argue—but froze under her flame-red, feverish gaze.
*[The class monitor’s not herself anymore… Not the icy queen. She’s…]*
*[Please let this just be a phase! She’ll refocus on studies soon!]*
He clung to hope. Yixinxue did not.
While he spiraled, her fingers drifted back toward his belt.
“Really won’t do it?” she teased.
Lingyuan’s eyes widened: “Does flirting mean *this*?!”
“Mmm~ If you insist~”
“No! Absolutely not!”
“Heh heh.” Yixinxue’s smirk turned predatory. “Then punishment it is.”
“P-punishment?!” His voice cracked. Despair flooded his trembling eyes. “Can’t we skip it…?”
“No spoiling brats~” She tilted her head, finger on her lip. “How about… wearing a dress for me?”
“?!”
Had he been free, Lingyuan would’ve leapt off the bed.
His lips quivered soundlessly. Protest was useless—he knew it.
Yixinxue adored his expression.
“So cute~”
Her whisper was barely audible, her rose-tinted lips barely moving—but Lingyuan heard every syllable.
*[The class monitor’s… a pervert……]*
“If I do this… can I leave after…?” he ventured.
“Oh? Maybe~ It’s already 8:30, after all~”
“Deal…”
“Good boy~” Yixinxue ruffled his hair, then strode to the wardrobe. When she flung it open, Lingyuan went rigid.
*[What kind of outrageous costumes are these?!]*
