Even if I wasn’t a lolicon, something deep inside me stirred at that moment.

What an adorable little loli!

She had a round, porcelain-like face, sparkling eyes full of life, and wore a cute white lace-trimmed dress. Like a fluttering butterfly, she hopped and skipped to the car.

My gaze locked onto her as if pulled by a magnet, following her light steps until she reached Xiao Qingqing. She flashed a sweet smile and chirped in a soft, honeyed voice, “Sister, you’re back!”

Even Xiao Qingqing—usually so icy—let her frosty mask melt. For the first time before me, she offered a tender, doting smile and patted the little girl’s head. “Ke’er, sorry to keep you waiting.”

I’d never seen Senior Xiao Qingqing this gentle. She was like a completely different person.

A trace of innocent coyness lit Ke’er’s face as she tilted her chin up happily. “Hehe, Sister! I’ve been studying hard for the competition at home!”

“I know. Ke’er’s the most well-behaved.”

No wonder they were sisters—their beauty ran deep in the bloodline, like two fresh, delicate blossoms side by side. Watching their sweet exchange was pure eye candy. Even my lips curved into an involuntary smile.

If only I could have such lovely daughters to spend every day with—

Ah, scratch that. A daughter like Xiao Qingqing? Hard pass. I’d rather not be tied up, whipped, and humiliated by my own kid daily.

But little Ke’er? Genuinely precious. Especially those sweet dimples when she smiled—they made my heart melt.

Ke’er finally noticed me standing behind them. She blinked her big eyes curiously. “Sister… who is she?”

“She’s my junior from school, a first-year. She heard you’re entering the math competition and volunteered to help. Call her Sister Xixi. Xixi, this is my younger sister, Xiao Ke’er. Just call her Ke’er.”

As she spoke, Xiao Qingqing turned her back to Ke’er and shot me a sharp, unmistakable warning glance.

I shivered and forced a pure, innocent smile at the little loli. “H-hello, Ke’er… P-please take care of me.”

Was it my imagination? Ke’er’s gaze held something oddly perceptive—a flicker deep in her eyes.

But in an instant, she beamed an angelic smile. “Thank you, Sister Xixi! Ke’er will do her very best!”

Ah… healed. A loli’s smile really was this sweet—like thick, undiluted syrup. I almost wanted to lock her away, keep that smile safe from anyone else’s touch.

Wait. Why am I having such lolicon-ish thoughts? I’m supposed to be an upright guy!

“By the way, junior Xixi,” Xiao Qingqing said flatly, “I’ve prepared a room for you. You’ll stay over tonight. No objections, right?”

Her tone wasn’t a question—it was a notification wrapped in quiet, unshakable authority.

“Eh?! Stay here?!” I stammered, startled. “Senior, are you serious? But… isn’t that a bit… inappropriate?”

“Oh? How so? Go on, explain.”

I opened my mouth to protest—but she turned her head, face icy. Blocking Ke’er’s view, her fingers subtly brushed the dog leash in her pocket. The threat was crystal clear.

Mmph. I knew exactly what defiance would cost me.

“N-no objections…”

I’d already worn the dress. Endured the shame. Now? Fully tethered to her side.

Silent and defeated, I lowered my head. Ke’er, wide-eyed and uneasy, glanced between us—her gaze lingering on me with a flicker of hope, as if wishing I’d push back.

“Sister Xixi… you don’t really want to stay, do you? Our house is kinda boring…”

“Ke’er.” Xiao Qingqing crouched beside her, smile gentle but eyes sharp. “It’s time you made a friend. I’m not forcing you… but—”

“Sister! I don’t need friends! They don’t like Ke’er! I can be happy with just you, I—”

“If you say that again, Sister will be angry.” Her voice turned stern—final.

“…Mm. Ke’er understands.”

Hmm. There’s a story behind this little girl.

“Alright. I’ve got a meeting at the company. Ke’er’s tutoring is in your hands tonight, Xixi-chan. No problem, right?”

I’d grown used to her arrangements. I nodded obediently.

Xiao Qingqing turned to Ke’er. “And you’ll be good too, won’t you? If anything happens, just call Butler Cheng downstairs.”

“Mm-hmm!” Ke’er nodded eagerly. “Don’t worry, Sister! Ke’er will be super good!”

What a sweet kid. I actually found myself warming to her. Tonight’d be fine—teaching math to a bright little girl? Piece of cake.

After all, I wasn’t just from a top high school. I’d placed in the city math competition back in middle school. Not first, but more than enough to tutor her.

“Leave it to me, Senior!” I said with forced cheer. “Ke’er’s so well-behaved! We’ll get along great!”

“I’m glad to hear that. You two behave.” She turned to leave—then leaned close, whispering just for me:

“Almost forgot. My sister has a fear of men. If she finds out you’re a boy… I’ll cut off that thing and make you a real girl.”

Her voice carried absolute, chilling certainty.

Great. My little brother was in mortal danger. Again.

I clenched my legs instinctively and forced a shaky grin. “N-no problem at all! I’ll take perfect care of Ke’er! Tutor her math! Promise!”

“Good. Then I’m off.”