Late at night.

I lay in bed as usual, sleeping soundly—until a strange dream jolted me awake.

In the dream, my novel had finally been published. Overjoyed, I grabbed the proof copy... only to find every illustration featured flat-chested loli characters. Furious, I stormed into the editorial office to confront Xiaxi.

(Though in reality, I barely got two words out before she pinned me down. Dream-Xiaxi’s strength was terrifying. After slamming me to the floor, she rubbed her flat chest hard against my left cheek, giggling "heh-heh-heh" while shouting, "Feel the power of flat chests!")

The sheer horror of it ripped me from sleep.

A hand pressed against my left cheek. Another fumbled under my pillow, yanking something out.

*What...? A thief?*

*Should I fight back? Is Baiyu safe?*

The thought of Baiyu in danger snapped me fully awake. I grabbed the wrist on my cheek and shot upright—

*Thud!*

My forehead slammed into the intruder’s in the pitch-black room. Golden stars exploded behind my eyes.

*Ow ow OW—!*

"Ahh!" A soft, pained whimper echoed beside me—definitely a young girl’s voice.

Wincing, I groped for the bedside lamp switch. Blinding light flooded the room. Blinking away tears, I finally saw my uninvited guest.

Baiyu knelt on my bed, teary-eyed and clutching her forehead. Her thin white camisole had slipped off one shoulder, the loose fabric straining over her full chest, hinting at cleavage.

"Zong Jun, you idiot! That hurt!" she whined, voice trembling.

"Sorry—wait, what are you doing in my room at two in the morning?" I rubbed my throbbing forehead, glancing at the wall clock.

*Is this a night raid?* If it were any other girl, my heart might race. But Baiyu? She’s my daughter.

My gaze dropped to my pillow. A black-covered notebook peeked out from beneath it.

*Damn. She can’t see that.*

I lunged to cover it—but Baiyu dove for the same notebook at the exact same moment. I snatched it first, being closer.

"That’s—" Her eyes widened. She reached desperately.

*No way...*

"Baiyu... is this doujin yours?"

"Of course not! I’d never own something so dirty!" She denied it instantly—but her frantic grabbing betrayed her. And how would she even *know* it was lewd just by the black cover?

*So that’s why she’s been jumpy all day. Worried I’d find it.*

"Give it back!" She jumped, straining to grab the notebook I held high above her head. At barely chest-height, she couldn’t reach.

"If it’s not yours," I said, "why sneak into my room at midnight?"

"I was just checking if you kicked off your blanket!"

"Huh? Since when do you care?"

"Shut up and give it to me!"

"I’m confiscating this. You’re too young for this stuff."

She threw herself at me, pressing her whole weight against my chest. Nose-to-nose, she glared with pure hatred, lips clenched tight.

Then—she pulled back slightly... and rammed her forehead into my ribs.

"Ugh—!"

My lungs seized. I doubled over, coughing violently.

*Why must my own daughter headbutt my lungs at 2 AM? And with this much force?!*

While I gasped for air, Baiyu snatched the doujin, bare feet slapping against the floor as she fled.

"You little—*cough*—"

I staggered after her, ignoring my slippers. By the time I reached the hallway, her door had slammed shut with a *bang*.

I knocked firmly. "Baiyu. Open up. We need to talk."

Silence.

I leaned against the door, patient. "I know you’re listening. I’m not angry. But explain this. Even if you love *Zero Hour*... girls shouldn’t read this stuff."

"And it’s just fan-made. From what I know, Sensei Chidori hates these doujins."

"If you open the door... I’ll take you to meet the real Chidori-sensei."

No reply. Defeated, I turned to leave—

*Creak.*

The door opened a sliver.