As Lin Ye dashed out of the bathroom, he suddenly recalled a critical issue—his clothes were still inside. Bitterness filled his heart, and he steeled himself to return.

But stepping back in, he froze in shock. An indescribable scene unfolded: Ling Ling soaked in the tub, fair skin exposed, a breathtaking face, star-like eyes, and a stunning bosom nearly spilling out. The only flaw? Her hands gripped his briefs, greedily savoring their scent. This sight was utterly bizarre!

"Sister! What are you doing?!" Lin Ye shouted, stunned. If her school admirers knew she sniffed her brother’s underwear, they’d go insane—maybe even kill him!

"Nothing much? Just tasting my little brother’s scent! I haven’t smelled it all day—it’s so uncomfortable! How about you let me taste you personally, Yeer?" Ling Ling gazed at him with lustful eyes, as if ready to devour him on the spot.

"No! You’ll turn into a pervert like this. And my missing clothes—are they with you?" he asked, anxious and worried.

"Of course! A sister taking her brother’s clothes is natural. They’re dirty anyway—I’ll handle them. But your scent was covered by stink, so I threw them all away," Ling Ling said matter-of-factly.

"Give them back now! Or I’ll never speak to you again!" he snapped, feigning departure. He knew this trick always worked.

"Don’t rush, Yeer. It’s Sister’s fault. Don’t ignore me—I’ll go crazy! Here… take them!" Ling Ling handed over the clothes, reluctant and regretful.

Lin Ye bolted to his bedroom, locking the door. How had his sister changed so much? He needed locks on the door and wardrobe. Then he pondered the team match—how to crush D Class.

Next morning at 6 AM, Lin Ye rose early for a run. But with monthly exams today, he skipped magic practice to focus. This first practical test since enrollment had to be perfect.

"Hi, Lin Ye!" A purple-haired beauty in tight workout pants jogged over. Her chest bounced rhythmically, outlining perfect curves over slender thighs. Oh, this view was unbearable!

"Mm! Nan Ling," he mumbled shyly, turning his head away.

"Hey, look at me! It’s rude not to!" Nan Ling pouted.

"You’re so cute today—I’m really shy!" he admitted bashfully, tilting his head.

"Cute? You’re joking!" Nan Ling blushed crimson. "Oh! You were amazing yesterday!"

"Huh? Weren’t you in the bathroom? How’d you know?" he asked, confused.

"Duh! I’m class monitor—I hear things. Do you even respect me? Not telling me this," she huffed.

"Sorry! My bad. But I’ve got a way to crush D Class! I’ll tell you and everyone at school," he apologized.

"Great! I’m curious. Finish running, then school!" Nan Ling grinned eagerly.

They parted ways, ate breakfast, and headed to class.

The moment Lin Ye entered, Ouyang Chen grabbed him, yelling, "One month! One month, Yeer! Are you insane? If you wanna die, don’t drag me down!"

Lin Ye shoved him off. "Chen! I’ll explain to you all soon—don’t panic!"

"Explain what? That’s D Class! They have over ten Intermediate Magicians!" Ouyang Chen snapped.

"So what? Intermediate Magicians have four stages. They’re likely just Mage-tier—the lowest level."

"Even then, they’ll crush us! Ugh—if only swords were allowed, I’d wipe them out!"

"Enough! Class, Lin Ye has something to say!" Nan Ling announced loudly.

All eyes locked on him. Murmurs spread; some cursed him openly, faces twisted in disdain.

"It’s your fault! Showing off like that, dragging us into it!"

"We’re ruined! No resources this month!"

"Lin Ye, apologize to them—that’s our only chance!"

"Shut up, all of you!" he roared. "Is this how you handle things? Running away, complaining nonstop."

"B-but…" a girl stammered nervously.

"Listen—we’re not worse than them! Missing a leg? An eye? Even then, people become Demon Emperors! Like Emperor Gu Ao, who walked the Demon Realm on one leg. Or the Spirit Sword Emperor, eyeless but slaughtering Demon Generals in seconds!"

"But we still can’t beat D Class!" a boy cried anxiously.

"Here!" Lin Ye tapped his temple. "When strength fails, brains make up for it!"