Chapter 47: Drunk Su Qi

For a healthy Chinese boy like Su Qi, the thought of being pinned down by another guy—even in a dream—was horrifying. But now, with Mo Yu’s faint floral scent, soft skin, and just-right weight pressing against him, her delicate neck close, Su Qi felt no repulsion. Instead, the sensation was so pleasant that his body instinctively craved it, forgetting to push her away.

Frozen like a wooden statue, his peach-blossom eyes blinking in shock, Su Qi savored the accidental embrace from his “bro.” Mo Yu, equally stunned, her eyes wide with excitement rather than disbelief, felt a surge of joy. Unlike most who awaken abilities at 18, Mo Yu’s magical girl ability manifested at birth. Her parents discovered its strength grew with “contrast”—the greater the difference between her everyday self and her transformed state, the stronger she became. Thus, she lived as a boy.

In elementary school, this was manageable with care. But in junior high, her magical girl ability kept her frame delicate despite exercise, earning her labels like “sissy” or “weakling.” Boys distanced her, and girls played elsewhere. Then Su Qi, a transfer student, became her lifeline, comforting her, sharing food, chatting, and gifting her on birthdays. From junior high through sophomore year, their bond grew.

Recently, seeing Su Qi with Lin Xue and An Xiao Ling stirred unease in Mo Yu—jealousy, she later realized, after confiding in Ye Fu Fu. Today, spurred by Ye Fu Fu’s encouragement, she invited Su Qi over, grappling with whether to reveal her magical girl identity. What if he rejects the real me? But if a dragon attacks Lin City…

Now, in Su Qi’s arms, her heart confirmed her feelings. His soft, sweet touch and comforting aura made it clear—she loved her childhood friend. Though hesitant about embracing him as a “boy,” his lack of resistance emboldened her. Instead of pulling away, she leaned in, letting her full weight rest on him.

Thump thump thump~

In the quiet apartment, only their heartbeats echoed, their fair cheeks flushing. Time seemed to pause, their bodies brushing, a tender atmosphere rising.

Drip drip drip~

The microwave’s beep snapped Su Qi back. Mo Yu’s face was inches away, her pink lips parted, warm breath grazing him. Shockingly, he felt no aversion—only anticipation. What’s wrong with me? Feeling this for my bro? Is this Crisp Wife’s influence? Panicking, he pressed a hand to Mo Yu’s flushed face, blocking her eyes, and rolled them into a side embrace, like lovers sleeping.

Realizing this was worse, he stammered, “A-Yu, the b-b-bento’s ready! I’ll g-g-get it!” Embarrassed, he crawled to the kitchen, legs too weak to stand.

At the kitchen corner, out of Mo Yu’s sight, he calmed his racing heart with three deep breaths, cheeks still burning. To cool off, he opened the fridge, reasoning Mo Yu wouldn’t mind. A blast of cold air soothed him. Scanning the contents—milk, bread, chili sauce, grapes, strawberries, bananas—he spotted a purple grape juice bottle in the top corner, frosted from the cold, its crystal hue reminiscent of his favorite iced tea.

With his face still heating and Mo Yu’s flushed face flashing in his mind, he grabbed the bottle and gulped. The sweet, icy fruitiness made him squint in delight, his tongue licking his lips for more. Another sip brought a rich sweetness, but his head grew heavy, vision blurring, a faint wine-like aftertaste emerging.

Sensing trouble, he checked the bottle, finding no ingredients list but a purple ability prompt: [Host consumed Snake Spirit Fruit wine, gaining 1,000 ability EXP.]

Su Qi froze. Why does Mo Yu have Snake Spirit Fruit wine? And 1,000 EXP from two sips? That’s insane! His body softened, consciousness fading, and he slumped into a duck-sitting pose on the floor.

Meanwhile, in her sports car, Ye Fu Fu slapped her forehead. I forgot my homemade drink at Mo Yu’s! Glancing at the road, she shrugged. No drinking and driving. Mo Yu doesn’t drink, so I’ll grab it later.