Chapter 43: Xiaoqi, you are not obedient

[An Ling was pinned against the wall by Sister Su, dressed in a stern teacher outfit, her warm, fragrant body pressing close. The familiar scent overwhelmed An Ling, filling her from nose to chest. Staring into Sister Su’s glistening eyes and moist, tempting lips, An Ling felt enchanted, closing her eyes. Soft, tender, red lips left sweet traces wherever they touched… “Teacher Su, you taught me to stay grounded, yet you’re the one making me fall head over heels.”]

Ten minutes before Class 18’s first lesson, amid classmates’ gossip, Su Qi blushed as he read An Xiao Ling’s yuri novel. Her elf ability likely fueled her unique flair, blending role-switching, outfit changes, and novel scenarios that opened new worlds for him, each chapter fresh and engaging.

So engrossed, he didn’t notice a figure blocking his light. Looking up, his smile faded, replaced by tension. “An… An Xiao Ling, morning!”

Today, An Xiao Ling wore cool hot pants, her fair feet in cute green sandals, pink-polished toes peeking out, paired with soft, short legs—adorable enough to tempt any lolicon. Her upper half, however, was plain: a flat chest like Su Qi’s bound one, oversized nerdy glasses, freckles dotting her face, and skin darkened with foundation, giving a rustic vibe.

Seeing her so close, unaware how long she’d stood there, Su Qi panicked. He’d been projecting himself as “Sister Su” in the novel, and now its author was here—awkward on every level. Plus, her gaze made the usually honest Su Qi fear she’d see through him.

His nervous greeting slurred like a student caught with a phone. Luckily, An Xiao Ling didn’t notice, huffing arrogantly as she passed. “Oh, sorry, Su Qi, I stepped on you~” Her familiar, cheeky tone and the light weight on his foot didn’t anger him but eased his nerves. She’s just here for revenge, not suspecting I’m Susu.

Returning to the novel, he missed An Xiao Ling’s sly smile from her seat. His guilty expression, nervous demeanor, and calm acceptance of her stomp confirmed her suspicions. If he’s not Susu-jie, why wouldn’t he be mad at being stepped on by the novel’s author? Recalling his cafeteria interaction with Lin Xue three days ago, it clicked. Susu-jie… no, Su Qi, you’re exposed! Let’s reenact every novel scene!

Instead of writing, she opened a shopping app, browsing women’s outfits: swimsuits, white stockings, pantyhose, hot pants, a pure bridal gown—“perfect with sauce for dinner”—and quirky costumes, adding computer accessories for subtlety.

Without Mo Yu’s soothing presence and sweet scent, class dragged for Su Qi, an uneasy feeling nagging him. Finishing An Xiao Ling’s latest chapter, he checked the clock—9 a.m., an hour until break. Class 18’s repetitive ability-activation lessons bored him, so he opened WeChat to chat with Mo Yu.

A notification caught his eye: “You have an unclaimed red packet.” Excited, as he loved grabbing small bonuses from part-time job groups, he clicked, then froze. The sender was Lin Xue, group leader of the Wildcats, with a note: “Sold 6 Snake Spirit Fruits, 5,000 yuan each.”

Snake Spirit Fruits are that profitable? His 300-yuan bentos paled in comparison. Realizing adventuring’s high risk justified high rewards—unlike “cheating” with his Crisp Wife ability, as others like Li Jian failed to secure fruits—he claimed the packet. Seeing his balance hit five digits thrilled him.

What to do with it? His sister’s medical bills were covered by his bento sales, and his home lacked nothing. Then it hit him: repay Wen Yin for funding Su Lulu’s care. Previously, he’d avoided repaying her, partly due to financial strain, partly to maintain their bond through debt. But with their clashing abilities, for her safety and happiness, he decided to start distancing himself by settling the debt.

Opening Wen Yin’s chat, he sent the 5,000-yuan packet: “Wen Yin-jie, this is 5,000 yuan. It’s far from what you’ve done for me, but I’ll work to repay you.”

Unbeknownst to him, the phone receiving it, held by a familiar gentle hand, cracked like a spiderweb. In a room filled with Su Qi’s photos, a cold, low, obsessive voice echoed: “Xiao Qi, trying to distance yourself from me? Hehe, you’re being naughty. Sister will really have to punish you now!”