"I'm really sorry, little one, but we only have medium, large, and extra-large cups—no small size," the shop assistant said.

"I don't care! I want a *real* small cup! I can't even finish a medium!"

"Honey, our 'small' is actually medium-sized..."

"I don't want your fake 'small'! I want a *true* small cup!"

Dressed in a yellow-gray coat, the little loli pouted her cherry lips, arguing nonstop with the clerk while her white-stockinged feet swung impatiently.

Qiu Li'er tilted her head. This dialogue felt oddly familiar… Was a classic face-slap moment coming next?

"One medium watermelon juice and one medium black tea, please," Qiu Li'er said calmly.

"Hm?"

Xi Xi spun around, glaring up at the girl a head taller than her, eyes narrowing slightly. "I was here first! Are you seriously cutting a kid's line?"

"Just cutting once won't kill anyone," Qiu Li'er shrugged. "Better than you dawdling outside."

"Are you *teaching me* how to act?" Xi Xi huffed, cheeks puffing. "I said no cutting—*no cutting*!"

Ugh. This unreasonable, bratty loli type was the worst—acting like the world owed them everything, arguing with staff over a drink order. Someone should scold them properly. But Qiu Li'er wasn't her guardian. She just muttered "naughty loli" inwardly, slipped her hands around Xi Xi's slender waist from behind, and lifted her off the windowsill. "Where'd this stubborn little loli come from? Won't even allow a tiny cut?"

"W-what are you *doing*?! What kind of bold words are those!" Xi Xi's face flushed crimson. Her white-stockinged feet kicked midair, squirming and wiggling her hips—but the size difference was too stark. She was set down firmly.

"Medium watermelon juice and black tea. Thank you," Qiu Li'er repeated.

Xi Xi puffed her cheeks, staring up at the uniformed upperclassman. She opened her mouth to snap—then froze.

*This uniform… those curves… the black stockings…* Familiar. Had she seen this before?

She racked her brain. Nothing. Maybe just déjà vu from some ecchi image.

"Meh, whatever." Thinking of lewd art lifted her mood. She patted her flat chest. "Won't bother with someone all chest and no brains."

Before Qiu Li'er could retort, Xi Xi tiptoed up: "One medium Flower Nectar! Make *mine* first!"

After grabbing it, she stuck her tongue out at Qiu Li'er and skipped away.

*What family raised such an ill-mannered brat…*

Qiu Li'er rolled her eyes. "I'll have a Flower Nectar too."

A minute later, Yuenina blinked at Qiu Li'er's cup. "Little Fox… you actually drink Flower Nectar?"

"Hm? What's wrong with it? I just copied someone else."

To Qiu Li'er, it tasted like citrus-peach blend—ordinary juice, nothing special.

Nan Shi draped an arm around her, voice soft. "Flower Nectar deepens bonds between us. Works like 'Baihe Grass'."

"'Baihe Grass'? What's that?" Qiu Li'er frowned. Never heard of it.

"Oh? Curious?" Nan Shi leaned close, breath warm against her ear. "Come to my bed tonight… I'll *explain*~"

"Mm… pass." Qiu Li'er glanced at Nan Shi's ample chest, shaking her head. "Too cramped. No room."

She didn't mind sharing a bed with a beauty like Nan Shi—heck, she'd welcome it. But remembering yesterday's near-suffocation… Nope. One slip = life-threatening.

*Even big chests bring trouble.*

***Bang!***

Meanwhile, Xi Xi kicked open the basement door, Flower Nectar in hand. A flawless crystal ball glowed, revealing the messy room.

"Pfft—Knew I couldn't finish it. Should've fought that student harder," she muttered.

*Students today? Useless. Bigger chests, taller frames—what else? Not half as cute as this loli.*

As a veteran school-forum lurker, she knew their chaos: burning classrooms, punching teachers, deals with devils… risking lives. Poor Elder Sister Kefeng, stuck with them daily.

Swinging the cup like a cocktail shaker with a duck-footed stroll, she nearly tossed it—then froze. A deep crimson figure caught her eye.

"E-Elder Sister Kefeng! You're back!"

Xi Xi snapped upright: chest out, stomach in, posture prim as a model student.

Xi Kefeng sat smiling. "Where were you?"

*Oops… Why home so early? And in the basement?!*

"N-nothing! Just bought Flower Nectar!" Xi Xi waved frantically. "Oh! Saturday—I *must* go out. Super important!"

She'd stared at that photo all night. Couldn't resist. Gotta see that lewd fox in person!

*If she's docile… we could collaborate. Use that gorgeous body to craft 3D ecchi art.*

*Yes. Self-produced is best.*

Seeing Xi Xi's hopeful face, Xi Kefeng smiled. "Go ahead. I won't stop you."

"Yay! Elder Sister Kefeng's the best!" Xi Xi cheered, then sneakily stepped back. "So… I'll just—"

Her gaze drifted past Xi Kefeng's shoulder… to the screen.

*That image… familiar…*

*Wait… could it be…? ⊙△⊙*

Xi Xi's jaw dropped. "ELDER SISTER KEFENG!!! HOW'D YOU OPEN THAT ALBUM?!!!"

"Oh? *This*?" Xi Kefeng chuckled—a breeze-through-willows smile, serene and gentle.

On screen: a scandalously dressed woman. Top-left text blared: **"LEWD PICTURE ALBUM"**.

*Her deepest secret. Buried deep in her magical network. True R18—while Qiu Li'er's pics were merely R12!*

All those carefully hidden treasures… exposed.

"Magic, of course," Xi Kefeng sipped tea calmly. "Problem with looking?"

"OF COURSE! These are… uh… indecent! Minors prohibited!"

"But I'm 25," Xi Kefeng blinked. "And honestly? These images are… quite ordinary."

*Ordinary…*

*…nary…*

*…ry?*

Xi Xi's panic vanished. Her expression turned icy.

Xi Kefeng's brows furrowed. A crushing aura erupted from her tiny sister—like standing alone at a lava-churning volcano mouth, facing a full-grown red dragon years ago. *Was that dragon's pressure even this strong?*

"Elder Sister Kefeng!" Xi Xi strode forward, snatched the mouse, voice grave. "You've insulted my month of effort… and the four-thousand-year legacy of lewd art."

"I will personally correct this mistaken view."