"Everyone, what do you do when your wife and sister corner you and you can’t keep your gun down? Online waiting, urgent!"

Time rewound to when Lin Ning had curled up in Su Shui’s arms.

He felt the soft, warm weight of her body against his chest—and certain dormant parts began stirring.

Holding his sister hadn’t sparked anything unusual, but his *wife*? Who could resist that?

These past few days, Su Shui had been surrounded by two stunning beauties he could only look at, not touch. He was seriously pent-up.

If it were just his wife, he could’ve shamelessly flirted. But with his sister right here?

He shrank his body as small as possible, silently chanting the *Diamond Sutra* to calm himself.

"*Diamond Sutra*… *Diamond Sutra*… Damn it, I don’t even know it!"

Just as Su Shui’s mind spiraled into chaos, Su Qing tugged at Lin Ning.

*No way!* If she pulled her away, his sister would see his embarrassing state!

"Not happening~"

Su Shui clutched Lin Ning tighter, shaking his head desperately.

"So you *like* holding her that much?" Su Qing glared at him, displeased.

"W-well, not exactly…"

The words barely left his mouth when a sharp pain exploded in his stomach.

"Oof!"

"If you don’t want to hold me, just let go!"

Lin Ning wriggled free, plopping onto the bed with cheeks puffed in anger.

"Alright, get up now~"

Su Qing reached to pull Su Shui up, but he couldn’t move—not while still in battle-ready mode.

"Nope~"

Su Shui whimpered, curling into a ball on the floor like a giant fuzzy caterpillar.

"Oh? Getting cocky now?"

Lin Ning and Su Qing bent down, yanking him upright by force.

The faint calm Su Shui had managed to gather shattered instantly as their sweet scents washed over him. He… transformed again.

Standing rigidly, he dared not straighten his back.

Hunched over, knees bent, he slouched there like a delinquent—using his loose shirt hem to perfectly block the evidence.

"Stand up straight!"

Lin Ning suddenly slapped his lower back. He jolted upright—

*The flag still flies!*

His baggy sweatpants tented sharply at the peak.

"Tch~" Lin Ning’s face flushed as she turned away.

But Su Qing had never seen anything like this. Back when they bathed together as kids, it’d just been a cute little thing…

"P-pervert!"

Tears welling, Su Qing kicked Su Shui squarely below the belt.

He heard something *crack*. Clutching his groin, he collapsed in agony.

Su Qing scrambled onto the bed, burying herself under the quilt, refusing to come out.

…………

……

After Lin Ning coaxed her for ages, Su Qing finally emerged from the covers.

Face still red, she stared at Su Shui lying unconscious on the floor.

"Ning-jiejie… is he okay?"

"Fine. This guy’s tough~" Lin Ning waved a hand dismissively. "I’ve beaten him for three years and he’s still in one piece."

"N-no, I mean…" Su Qing’s voice dropped to a mosquito’s buzz, face burning. "Down *there*… did I break it?"

"Hard to say~"

"W-what do we do then?!"

Su Qing crouched beside Su Shui, worry etched on her face.

Finally, she took a deep breath, steeling herself.

Blushing furiously, trembling as if about to faint, her hand inched toward Su Shui’s pants.

"Xiao Qing! What are you doing?!" Lin Ning grabbed her wrist, shocked.

"I-I just want to check if I broke it…"

"It’s fine! Totally fine!" Lin Ning yanked her back, plopping her onto the bed.

"Wake up! Wake up!" She kicked Su Shui’s leg.

At her voice, Su Shui slowly came to.

The moment his eyes opened, searing pain shot through his lower half.

"Oww~" He curled into a ball, groaning.

After rolling on the floor for minutes, the pain finally eased.

"Gege… are you okay?" Su Qing peered at him anxiously.

"Fine? Fine~" Su Shui wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t let his sister worry.

"Bathroom break!" He snatched his phone, earphones, and toilet paper, darting inside.

*Click.*

He locked the door, then stuffed a towel under the frosted glass panel.

Sat on the toilet lid, earphones plugged in.

………Thirty minutes later, Su Shui stepped out, relief washing over his face.

"Phew… still works!"

After thorough testing, he could finally relax.

Ambling back to the bedroom, he pushed the door open—and froze.

Su Qing and Lin Ning were tangled together on the bed, clothes askew, faces flushed.

"You two are…" Su Shui blinked. "Sorry to interrupt!"

"Get back here!"

…………

……

Su Shui sat on the bed, watching Su Qing apply a face mask while clutching her little bag.

"Aren’t you leaving? I’m sleeping."

"Yeah! Ning-jiejie, you should go~"

Su Qing pressed the mask to her face, shooing Lin Ning away.

Su Shui and Lin Ning exchanged bewildered looks. What was this girl thinking?

"Little sister, *you’re* the one who should leave!"

"Why?" Su Qing shot him a look that said, *How dare you kick me out?*

"You’re grown now. Even as siblings, you need boundaries!"

"No problem! Precisely *because* we’re siblings we can sleep together! But you, Ning-jiejie…" Su Qing eyed her. "You two are divorced, after all~"

"I…" Lin Ning nearly choked. "Divorced or not, we were married! You’re an innocent young girl—show some caution!"

"I…" Su Qing opened her mouth, but Su Shui cut her off.

"Do you two even see me here?!" Su Shui decided to show these women who ignored him what "male dominance" meant.

"Shut up!"

"You don’t get a say!"

Su Shui slunk into the corner, drawing sad circles on the floor.

Meanwhile, Su Qing and Lin Ning had grabbed pillows and coat hangers, ready for all-out war.

*Clack! Whoosh! Thud!*

Pillows, hangers, and blankets flew like shrapnel across the bed.

"ENOUGH!"

Su Shui’s roar startled them into stillness.

They stood frozen on the bed, hangers raised, pillows clutched to their chests.

"You fight. I’ll take the couch~"

Tucking the quilt under his arm like a shield, Su Shui snatched a pillow off the floor and fled.

"Tch. Coward!" Su Qing muttered after him.

"Now will *you* leave?" Lin Ning began tidying the battlefield.

"No way! What if he sneaks back? I’m staying to watch you tonight!"

"Sneaky brat’s learning~"

…………

……

"Seriously, the head of this household sleeping on the couch?" Su Shui grumbled while fluffing the sofa cushions. "I’m just too soft-hearted~"

Burrowing under the quilt, exhaustion crashed over him.

"Hope tonight stays peaceful…"

He closed his eyes—and instantly fell asleep.