Should she sleep with Amelia tonight?

Yifia hesitated.

Sure, she’d sounded all cheerful earlier—but the moment action time came, she instantly chickened out!

Even though she now had a girl’s body… Yifia knew her truth. She wasn’t *fully* a girl. Sharing a room with another girl? She’d surely tarnish Amelia’s reputation.

Ugh, her ridiculously high moral standards!

In the end, Yifia decided she wasn’t a creep. She firmly declined Amelia’s offer. A maid then led her to the guest room.

After politely seeing the maid off, Yifia closed the door from inside and instantly relaxed.

She flopped onto the soft, plush bed with a contented sigh.

*Now* this was the life!

With quiet time finally here, Yifia recalled the system’s earlier glitch. Rolling over, she began pestering it.

【System, why’d you freeze up? Catch a virus from watching… *inappropriate* stuff?】

【…】

【Host, please do NOT slander the system!!!】

Hearing the system’s indignant reply, Yifia breathed easier.

Sure, the system was sometimes unreliable—but it kept her company. And for the upcoming exam? She *needed* it to shine and help her snag first place.

Her future living expenses depended entirely on it!

【If no virus, why go silent after the warning? What happened?】

【Temporary bug. Fixed.】

The system was utterly frustrated.

Ever since binding to Yifia, it had seen *everything*.

It’d thought this silly little sheep approaching the big bad wolf with a smile would calm the Villainess Heiress quickly. Instead… *because* of Yifia, the Villainess Heiress nearly wiped out the main cast!

No hard data, but records showed: in over a hundred world collapses, whenever the Villainess Heiress killed the protagonist early, collapse accelerated.

So for safety’s sake? The main cast *had* to stay intact.

Thankfully, Yifia had dumb-luck charm. At the critical moment, she’d shown a flicker of cleverness—stopping the Villainess Heiress from attacking. One misstep, and regret would’ve been useless.

If this world collapsed again? Both system and host were doomed.

Why go silent before the Villainess Heiress?

The system had sensed a strange psychic force enveloping the room. If it kept speaking in Yifia’s mind, she’d be caught. So—it bolted.

Lucky the Villainess Heiress favored Yifia and meant no harm. Otherwise, a forced memory scan would’ve exposed the system.

Anyone scanned by her suffered: mild cases meant days of dizziness; severe cases left permanent damage.

Honestly? This host wasn’t bad. At least she hadn’t been taken out immediately after approaching the Villainess Heiress.

Sure, Yifia was lazy, a little clueless, and loved lying flat—but compared to hosts eliminated after *one glance*? She was stellar.

…Wait. Why did the system feel weirdly satisfied?

*Ugh. Must be rubbing off. I’m turning stupid too.*

【Hahahaha! You *do* have bugs! Spill it—give me another laugh!】

No reply. Yifia’s teasing failed.

She stopped pestering. Today had been exhausting.

Time to rest.

Yifia nuzzled the soft pillow happily. Drowsiness washed over her; eyelids grew heavy, consciousness fading into darkness. She drifted asleep in seconds.

“Hehehe… Who’s this human? For the Great Lord to care *this* much?”

“Oh my~ Has our Great Lord fallen for a mortal? Asmodeus’s been spreading rumors—the Great Lord ordered *him* to turn into a cat just to win a human girl’s favor! What a disgrace to devils!”

“Look closer… She *is* pretty. Fair, tender-skinned.”

“So the Great Lord likes *this* type? Waaah… I wanted to flirt with him too. No chance now.”

Amid the noisy chatter, Yifia unconsciously furrowed her brow. Felt like frogs croaking nonstop in her ears. Ruining her sleep. But her lids were too heavy. A tiny struggle—then she sank back into slumber.

A pulse of magic surged. Silence fell instantly.

Amelia’s voice cut through: “Continue if you wish to die.”

…

The next morning, Yifia woke to an extravagantly lavish breakfast.

Patting her full stomach happily, she accepted Amelia’s invitation and rode with her in a carriage to class.

Yes—a *carriage*!

Inside the luxurious cabin, no bumps despite the galloping white horses. A faint, soothing aroma drifted from the incense box. The soft fur blanket melted all tension away.

It’d been ages since she’d tasted privilege like this. A tiny, wistful sigh escaped her.

Amelia smiled, offering a fragrant tea from the Eastern lands. Yifia sipped—and froze. Premium West Lake Longjing tea?! She never expected such quality in the Westis Empire!

“Yifia,” Amelia said lightly, “after filling the art club form this afternoon… want to meet the other members?”

Yifia blinked. *Wait.* She shook her head quickly.

As a commoner, she’d only gotten in through connections—and it wasn’t even a real position. Better stay quiet and reap the benefits… Truth was, she feared bullying the moment Amelia wasn’t around.

Same reason she’d refused noble afternoon teas before. Too much contact with noble ladies? Risky.

Even with her status lifted by befriending the duke’s daughter, she had nothing to command real respect.

Flattery she could handle. Hidden schemes? Terrifying.

Keep the act up while she could. Reveal only if forced.

Thanks to her past life as a third-gen rich kid, she’d absorbed enough street smarts to grasp basic pros and cons.

*Sigh. So complicated.*

“Amelia, I’m swamped with exam prep. Maybe skip the meet-up for now?”

Too shy to admit fear, Yifia stammered the excuse.

Amelia, seemingly casual, didn’t press. She smoothly changed topics—letting Yifia relax again.

But peace never lasted long. The carriage soon reached its stop.

Yifia hopped down, waved goodbye to Amelia, and hurried toward class.

Three days till exams. She *had* to play the diligent student—no room for suspicion.

Yet the moment she pushed the classroom door open—

Three sharp gazes locked onto her.

Eileen. Fina.

Fina’s eyes lit up. She strode forward first, Eileen and George trailing close behind. That threatening aura made Yifia raise an eyebrow, utterly unimpressed.

*Here we go. The female lead’s squad is here to stir trouble.*