After work, Ou Tao and Bro Weida sat side by side, gazing at the city’s glittering night view. They often shared dinner like this.

Ou Tao had long grown immune to Bro Weida’s today’s outfit—an oversized Lolita dress with lace frills, paired with lace-trimmed white thigh-highs and matching Lolita shoes. He didn’t even bother commenting on the utterly bizarre getup.

“You look troubled. Game updates not going well? I may not know esports, but I know you’re skilled. What’s got you so down?” Bro Weida said, slicing his steak with knife and fork.

Ou Tao took a bite of his chicken leg. “My first ten-roll pull… I got an SSR.”

“Nice! Lucky you!”

“But… that SSR is a donkey!”

“So what? In our competitor’s game, the male lead wakes up to a donkey.”

“Theirs is a rabbit that *looks* like a donkey. Mine’s a purebred donkey. Through and through.”

“Kid!” Bro Weida patted Ou Tao’s shoulder. “Believe in yourself. There’s always a way. Want to hear my story?”

“Back when I first became a planner, the boss took me across the river—see those villas? He said he wanted one. I froze, sweating bullets, thinking *How am I supposed to pull this off?* So I went all in. Spent a full month prepping the winter event, changed the pity system to a 60-roll guarantee. Guess what? He bought a villa… and I bought one right next door.”

Bro Weida wore that profound “sharing wisdom with the junior” expression. Ou Tao squinted one eye, widened the other. *How is this inspiring? If anything, ten-rolls feel even more sinful now.*

“I’m going to see my sister!” Ou Tao stood, ignoring Bro Weida still lost in his monologue, and pushed open the nursing room door.

The moment he stepped in, the door clicked shut. The usual auto-lights stayed dark. Only a single red glow floated ahead, casting a faint haze of anxiety.

Beneath its crimson shimmer, Su Lianxue’s graceful silhouette emerged. Dressed in black lace lingerie, she reclined sideways on the bed, smooth bare back exposed. Her black-stockinged feet, tipped with sleek heels, swayed gently as she smiled. “Little brother~ Finally off work? Tired today?”

She turned and crawled closer. Ou Tao’s blood pressure spiked instantly.

“Whoa whoa—where’s my recliner?! What is this bed?!”

His usual chair for connecting with his sister was gone. Replaced by a heart-shaped crimson bed. Su Lianxue, his celebrity boss, lay atop rose-trimmed quilts in revealing attire, watching him.

“Sleeping on a chair hurts your back, little brother. Big sister swapped it for something comfier. Don’t you like it?”

“What’s with this outfit?!” Ou Tao stepped back—only to hear the door lock behind him. Trapped.

Su Lianxue loved teasing him. Imagine: on the battlefield, the invincible, ruthless Sword God radiating icy dominance. Offline? A shy, quiet sixteen-year-old who blushed at a hint of cleavage.

*That’s contrast moe.* Just as some adore the contrast moe of legal lolis, Su Lianxue cherished this boy’s duality.

“Don’t you get it? I’m sleeping here tonight~” She pulled him onto the bed with a sudden hug.

“Hey! Are you crazy?! You’re my boss!”

She hugged him from behind, chest pressing gently against his back. Seeing his flushed face, she covered her mouth and giggled. *There it is.* Her favorite expression. Her contrast moe craving satisfied again.

“I-I’m warning you! If you keep this up, I’ll… I’ll…” Ou Tao struck a shaky fighting stance, trying to sound tough.

“Oh? What’ll you do?” The mature Su Lianxue didn’t flinch. She leaned closer.

Ou Tao turned away. “I’ll… make you regret it!”

“Then try.”

“N-No way! That’s a taunt! I’ll have you know—the Minor Protection Law protects me!”

*Pfft.* Su Lianxue laughed. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop.”

She slipped on her coat, handed him his helmet. “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“To see your sister! I’m curious.” Still lying on the bed, arms tucked under their heads, her smooth legs propped up, she smiled. “What’s she really like?”

Ou Tao’s pulse calmed as she dressed. *Got teased again by this divine older sister… If I’d stayed calm, I’d have spotted all the holes in her act.*

Alas. She was just… too much. Even adults would falter. Let alone a minor.