In the realm of ecchi art, though young, Xi Xi was already a veteran… wait, no—a true connoisseur of countless illustrations.

She saw herself as the undisputed authority. Her digital vault held over ten thousand pieces. Her alt account ruled the forums. She often dreamed of herself draped in crimson robes, crowned with a golden tiara, standing atop a sea of admirers, raising a fist and shouting: “I am the King of Ecchi Art!”

She might flinch at Qiu Li’er’s imposing aura, but the beliefs she’d cherished for years stood firm behind her—how could she possibly retreat?

And Qiu Li’er wouldn’t back down either. To prevent that mischievous loli from ever stripping her uniform again, she was dead serious this time—even willing to use her own allure if needed.

“Pick any ecchi illustration. I’ll give you a proper breakdown.”

Qiu Li’er sat beside Xi Xi, their legs pressed together—Xi Xi’s petite feet in white thigh-highs flush against Qiu Li’er’s elegant ones in sheer black stockings.

“As you wish.”

Xi Xi pulled out her phone and tapped away rapidly.

An ecchi illustration appeared: a beautiful woman with slightly tousled clothes, raven hair cascading along her chest, slender legs crossed beneath her, gazing at the screen with a pitiful pout.

Though nothing was explicitly shown, one couldn’t help but whisper: “So lewd…”

“Well?” Xi Xi beamed proudly, launching into explanation:

“She may not be as pretty as you, but every limb is perfectly placed. The composition follows the golden ratio scholars praise. A hint of artifice, yes—but never cold or distant…”

Xi Xi felt warm inside. Only when sharing like this did she feel her efforts truly mattered.

This was her recent epiphany: ecchi art shouldn’t be hoarded. Share it. Everyone enjoying it—that’s real joy.

Sure enough, the little fox girl froze for a beat—surely stunned by the detective’s artistic depth. *This* was the weight of the King of Ecchi Art~

Xi Xi subtly straightened her petite frame, smugness blooming on her face.

“…Xi Xi, what’s the point of all that nonsense?”

Qiu Li’er tilted her head. “Golden ratio? ‘Artifice’? How utterly self-indulgent.”

Xi Xi’s brows shot up. “What did you say?! Are you insane?!”

“I’m fine. *You’re* the one who’s deluded.”

Qiu Li’er shook her head. “Ecchi art’s simple—it’s meant to get you off. Don’t lecture me about art or literature. Neither I nor the guys care. A good ecchi piece? One that lets you comfortably… *get the job done*.”

“How can it be that simple?!”

Xi Xi slapped her thigh. “You’re just Sister Feng’s student! Who are you to—”

Her voice cut off. A warm, gentle hand covered hers—comforting, just like Sister Feng’s.

Only then did she realize: she hadn’t felt pain when slapping her thigh. And the stocking texture beneath her palm… wasn’t her own white thigh-highs. Could it be…?

Xi Xi looked down. Her small hand rested on Qiu Li’er’s thigh, fingers unconsciously tracing the glossy lace of sheer black stockings. Delicate as cicada wings in sunlight, the intricate pattern now bore a tiny snag from her rough touch.

The air turned thick.

“Talk properly. Why were you touching my thigh?” Qiu Li’er irritably shifted Xi Xi’s hand away. “Let’s be clear: your analysis means nothing. Ecchi art doesn’t need fancy theories.”

“Then what *does* it need?”

“Simple. Get a few cute moe girls, pose suggestively for the camera. The guys aren’t picky.”

“Moe girls?”

Xi Xi blinked. In her mind, both she and Qiu Li’er qualified.

But posing like *that*… she’d never tried.

Wait—was Qiu Li’er implying *herself*? Using her ecchi-creator identity to say practice > theory?

Xi Xi muttered, “That’s twisted logic. Even moe girls need theory! That’s why I kept chatting with you, giving advice…”

Qiu Li’er chuckled softly. “Words are empty. Let me *show* you.”

In one motion, she pressed Xi Xi’s shoulders, undid a few blouse buttons with one hand, and leaned forward—flooding the flat-chested little loli with overwhelming curves.

Their bodies and nearby furniture blocked all outside views. This tantalizing scene belonged to Xi Xi alone.

“W-wait, this is too… whoa…”

Pinned against the chair, Xi Xi stared at the breathtaking view. Her heart hammered. Cheeks burned.

The atmosphere… grew dangerously warm.

A fire stirred inside her—a visceral allure no screen could ever capture. In this moment, every illustration in her vault dimmed beside the girl inches away.

*I want to… no—pin her down! Right here!*

Faces nearly touching. Warm breaths mingling. Heat smoldering deep in each other’s eyes.

Suddenly, Xi Xi’s pupils shrank. Her heart leapt into her throat.

Qiu Li’er had closed her eyes.

What… did that mean?

In romance stories, closing your eyes like this could only mean…

*An invitation for a kiss?*

But—we’re both girls! How could she… just like the girls in those ecchi pics…

Silence settled over the library. As if the world had stilled for them alone.

Xi Xi stared at those rosy lips. Took a shaky breath. Swallowed. Then, mimicking Qiu Li’er, she slowly closed her own eyes—

“Just like that~”

A slender finger gently pressed against her lips, halting her forward tilt.

“Understand now?” Qiu Li’er’s fox ears twitched. A sly, fox-like smile bloomed. “What’s fun in *just* looking? Mimic the poses. Surpass them. *That’s* the true joy.”

“…”

Xi Xi sat frozen. Three words echoed in her mind:

Fooled. Tricked. Duped.

*This detective… actually got toyed with by a fox girl?!*

She slumped back, breath hitching, flushed as if after intense exertion.

No. Couldn’t let it end here! Gotta flirt back… no—*understand* that strangely thrilling feeling.

Right. Talking’s useless. Find a quiet spot. Continue… with this heartless, flirtatious fox.

Xi Xi let out a cool snort. The blush faded. In a flash, she whipped a shiny silver handcuff from her coat and snapped it onto Qiu Li’er’s wrists.

“Don’t move! Lewd fox—you’re under arrest for making a pass at a little loli! Now… come with Detective Xi!”