After another grueling day, night fell—but the human army remained tense, unable to relax even for a moment.

Throughout the day, they’d been thoroughly humiliated. Explosions and hit-and-run attacks echoed endlessly around soldiers and elites alike, keeping everyone on edge all day.

Worst of all? Not a single enemy was ever seen.

That was the most infuriating part.

*Sigh…*

Holy Child Xia Xi—the highest-ranking and strongest figure in this campaign—sat alone in her tent, pressing a hand to her forehead with a weary sigh. Her furrowed brow and icy expression left no doubt about her foul mood. I stood silently nearby, smiling faintly as I waited. She seemed utterly unaware of my presence.

“Damn Overlord,” Xia Xi muttered after a long silence. She slammed a fist onto the table before her, rage flashing in her eyes. Clearly, she felt mocked. Avoiding direct battle while resorting to petty tricks? What else could it be but utter contempt?

“Breathe… stay calm. Don’t lose your head.”

She took a deep breath, visibly forcing herself to settle down.

“Holy Child, your hot water is ready.”

A maid’s voice drifted from outside the tent.

“Bring it in.”

At the mention of hot water, Xia Xi’s tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Only after receiving permission did the maid enter, carrying a basin.

“Leave it. I’ll handle it myself… And ensure no one disturbs me.”

“Yes.”

The maid set down the basin, bowed, and retreated swiftly.

“Finally… some peace.”

Xia Xi exhaled, then began unfastening her armor. Piece by piece, she removed her plates, arranging them neatly aside. Next came her outer coat, leaving only a short-sleeved undershirt. Her bare arms were pale and flawless—toned from rigorous training, strong yet elegantly lean. Truly beautiful.

Then she unbuttoned the undershirt.

Beneath it wasn’t a man’s broad chest—but breasts tightly bound in cloth.

Even compressed, the sheer size was obvious from the strained fabric.

Holy Child Xia Xi… was a woman.

I watched silently from the shadows, a broad smile spreading across my face as she stood half-undressed, only her chest wrapped in binding cloth. I’d discovered this secret just last night. Honestly, I should’ve guessed sooner—a man shouldn’t be *this* beautiful.

My eyes narrowed, tracing the lines of her torso. Xia Xi was no fragile ornament; her body bore the marks of true discipline. Her abdomen curved with subtle muscle definition—slender yet powerful.

But my gaze kept drifting back to those tightly bound breasts…

*Just how substantial are they, really?*

I licked my dry lips, the thought burning bright.

“Ugh… this is unbearable.”

Xia Xi suddenly clutched her chest, grimacing at the constriction.

“They keep growing… what am I supposed to do?”

She rubbed her sternum, muttering in frustration, fingers hovering near the bindings as if ready to tear them free.

*Unwrap them. Unwrap them. Unwrap them!*

I raised an eyebrow, silently urging her on.

“…No. Retying this would be too much trouble.”

With a sigh, she dropped her hands, abandoning the idea.