Lin Luo drifted through a void tunnel, rainbow-hued yet dim and hazy.

They said it was the dark cosmos, a shortcut linking far-flung corners of the Star Island Sea. Maybe. You couldn’t take the old man of Origin at face value. Lin Luo even suspected the geezer was a blowhard who didn’t really wield cosmic power.

Judging by his character, if he were stronger than Lin Luo, he’d have gone off the deep end long ago.

No telling how long he’d float. The Starry Sky Temple and that continent on the lower-realm Star Island Sea had to be absurdly far apart.

His consciousness grew fuzzy.

He remembered his school days on Earth. He actually missed them. He especially missed his classmates and teachers.

You Xun sat in the second-to-last row by the window. For Lin Luo, even watching her back every day was a quiet joy. She focused hard in class. Her posture was beautiful. Her long, pale-purple hair caught the sunlight and shimmered oddly.

English class was his favorite. He barely understood it, but the uniform miniskirt on that big-chested, big-hipped English teacher, plus the black stockings hugging her shapely long legs—too good.

Classmates and teachers. He really missed them...

Thinking of Lin Yuxun, the girl he once crushed on—it wasn’t that Lin Luo was delusional or aiming too high. He just wasn’t much of a man, yet he had to chase the school belle. Too many were after Lin Yuxun: rich pretty boys, the basketball forward, artsy types, beefy bros. The competition was fierce.

But what could he do? She was beautiful.

It wasn’t that he only cared about looks. It was that other girls didn’t want to walk next to a guy prettier than them.

You Xun didn’t have that problem. She was the school belle. Ranked higher than him, even—pah! What nonsense was he spouting!

She was a proper lady: pure, artsy, with a springlike girlish scent. She had curves, front and back—not exaggerated, but the proportions were girlish and perfect. A girl that lovely and feminine wouldn’t have her light dimmed even standing next to Lin Luo.

At worst, people would mistake them for sisters.

(╯°Д°)╯︵┴┴

In fact, he had almost confessed to Lin Yuxun.

That evening at dusk, Lin Luo asked You Xun to meet behind the classroom building. He opened his mouth, then closed it. The unreadable, girlish look on her face in that moment was unforgettable.

He was nervous too. But with a face like his, if his personality stayed shy and fidgety, then seriously...

He took a breath, decided to go for broke, and was about to confess.

Right as he got to those three words, a bunch of tall, beefy guys in football gear leaped out of the bushes.

The boy and girl were terrified. Especially Lin Luo. He hadn’t started training yet. He thought they were You Xun’s fans, here to beat him up.

Who knew...

Those football bros turned out to be his fans. 〣( ºΔº )〣

When they found out Lin Luo liked girls, they were crushed. Heartbroken. They even formed a party to ruin his confession.

That hit Lin Luo hard. The confession was, of course, wrecked.

After that, Lin Luo went full shut-in. He also began his hard-man training arc...

Not a memory he wanted to revisit.

“Lin Yuxun, can we really meet again...”

...

On some distant continent, in a deep, shadowed forest.

Air and earth like she’d never known. The scent of fallen leaves.

Even the English countryside couldn’t compare to this, a true primeval forest.

A warm wind brushed Lin Yuxun’s thin white silk dress. The smooth fabric slid over her chest—firm, not over-the-top, yet impossible to ignore. A medium-plus, absolutely noticeable.

There were no bras in this other world. The thin dress was cut to lift her full, soft chest. The sensation was… a little hard to get used to.

Her pale-purple hair fluttered like a summer breeze. Her skin was snow-white. Her face was holy, elegant, and bright. Her neck was long and smooth. Her cute face needed no makeup, yet held a touch of blush, almost dewy. Delicate brows. Long lashes. Her clear eyes held a trace of sadness, and a dreamlike violet flashed when she startled and hesitated. Beneath her pert little nose, her slightly sensual lips panted, exhaling a faint, not-so-holy white breath.

She knelt on the grass as if in prayer, back straight. The breeze lifted the hem of her white lace dress. Now and then, between her tightly closed thighs, a glimpse of tiny purple lace flashed and vanished. The dress was thin and short. It had lace at the bottom, yet hugged her body. From the side, her romantic S-curve stood out: a slim waist and a round, perky butt. Not big, but the proportions were flawless. The very picture of a perfect young figure.

But Lin Yuxun had no time to worry about skirt length or transparency. She and her classmates had been thrown into this world for hours already. Around her stood classmates in all kinds of “adventurer” getups. Most wore blank looks, lost and at a loss.

There was Fangfang, a short-haired girl in a crop top and miniskirt, a short sword at her hip. There was Han Lianfei in a dark-purple robe and tall hat, wooden staff in hand. There was the delinquent Zhang Dajian, cursing nonstop with a greatsword on his back. And there was the chubby, glasses-wearing otaku, Mei Zuocuo, staring at her and the girls in a way that made everyone uneasy. He wore a monk’s robe now.

Hours had passed. Lin Yuxun could almost confirm this wasn’t Anime Valley or Dinosaur Park. This was a real other world.

They’d woken one by one in this camp ringed by deep forest. No one dared to leave.

A few hours ago, while everyone was making bold claims and cracking jokes, a real monster charged into camp.

It was terrifying. Even You Xun almost had a physical breakdown.

The monster burst in, then got shot dead by two towering Arrow Towers at the gate.

Even so, several classmates were hurt. There was blood.

Screams and sobs still echoed around them.

“God... what did I do wrong? Is it because I’m a... that you’d punish me like this?”

No one knew Lin Yuxun had some otaku tastes. Beneath her lady-like exterior, she even liked those male-oriented isekai eroge. Who could have imagined?

She wasn’t there for the CGs. For CGs, she might as well look in a mirror. She was furious at the fates of the women inside, especially the violated Holy Maidens. She always tried to get a perfect, all-clear, no-H ending. She kept failing and got indignant. She even emailed overseas studios to scold them from a feminist angle. Little by little, she got drawn in anyway...

Who would have thought—had she really angered heaven? As punishment, they’d dressed her in a skimpy, trashy Holy Maiden outfit and hurled her into an isekai?

“No. Maybe the wish I never managed to fulfill... I can do it myself now.” Lin Yuxun stayed confident and optimistic.