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Join the ServerI crafted quite a few pieces of equipment, grinding my proficiency until all three equipment manufacturing classes reached level ten. I was just one step away from reaching level eleven, the master craftsman level. Once there, with the bonus from the life profession mastery skill, I could directly reach the artisan level.
However, after level ten, the proficiency required to level up increased nearly a hundredfold, and things started getting harder.
After finishing up my crafting points, I logged off, opened the game pod, and stretched.
I wondered how the little girl had handled breakfast. It was already three in the afternoon… Huh?
When I opened the door, there was a spread on the living room table. Not lavish, but delicate, appetizing simple dishes. Looked like the little girl’s handiwork.
There was a small note on the table: “Heat up the milk before drinking. You must finish the boiled eggs and papaya salad. I know you don’t like them, but… no picky eating (*─◡─)”
Oh god, why boiled eggs and papaya salad?!
These two things are an insult to the food world!
I turned to scan the living room, then pricked up my ears to listen carefully. After a while, I pinpointed the little girl’s location: her own bedroom.
She seemed to be chatting with someone, probably only the Turret Fairy and the others. I thought for a moment, then carefully picked up the boiled egg and papaya plate, tiptoeing toward the bathroom…
[Sis, you’re finally awake.]
?!
The voice came from behind me, and it was right next to my ear!
But there was no one behind me!
[I knew you’d try to secretly throw away the boiled eggs and papaya… Not allowed! Being picky is not okay.]
I spun around, only to see, in despair, a phone hidden on the bookshelf behind me. It was in broadcast mode, the camera pointed at the dining table. That’s how I was caught…
Really, of all things…
I sighed, and with tears in my eyes, swallowed the eggs and papaya… I know these foods are nutritious, but I just don’t like them!
Fried eggs are the only way. Boiled eggs are heresy. Ah, wahh… QAQ!
…So disgusting!
“Sis, you’re very obedient today, hehe.” Yingning laughed as she came out, stretching as she walked, her curves fully revealed.
“Be careful, you’re showing too much!” I shook my head, trying to shake off the influence of the game.
Suddenly, Yingning walked over, her face serious, and pushed me down onto the sofa in a kabedon pose.
What’s this about… Could she have discovered something?
“Sis, I have something very important to tell you. It’s extremely important to me!”
“Oh? What is it?” My face remained neutral, but inside I was calculating how to handle this.
Yingning’s expression was grave. “Please promise me! You have to promise me!”
“You should at least tell me what it is first… How can I promise without knowing?” I wanted to shrug, but found my hands pinned down.
I could break free, but that wouldn’t be good right now. The little girl would get angry, wouldn’t she?
“No! You have to promise me first that you will promise! This is too important to me!” Yingning pouted, seven parts serious and three parts pleading.
“Alright, alright… I promise, I promise. Since my silly sister is begging like this, how could I refuse? Now tell me what it is…”
“You promised?” Yingning’s eyebrows shot up in delight. “You really promised? No backing out! Pinky swear! If you break it, you’ll shrink by seven centimeters!”
???!
Damn, if I shrank by seven centimeters, I’d be smooth as a mirror! That curse is too vicious!
I gritted my teeth. “Alright, I promise. Pinky swear.”
“Pinky swear, a hundred years no change. If you change, you shrink by seven centimeters!”
Our little fingers hooked together, sealing the vicious oath.
I wasn’t worried about Yingning making an outrageous request. Even if she asked me to kill or burn, I wouldn’t bat an eye. What else was there to fear?
“Then it’s settled! For the Chase Carnival in a few days, I want you to go in drag with me!”
Pfft—
“Cough… wait… d-drag?!”
“Are you going back on your word?” Yingning put on a face of impending tears, pitiful and delicate.
“It’s not backing out… this…”
“Then it’s settled! Tomorrow we’ll pick out your outfit!”
“…”
“Thank you, big sister~”
In the blink of an eye, Yingning’s tears turned to laughter. Women truly are legendary for their speed of changing expressions.
“…”
Giving birth, cross-dressing… I felt like my life was heading in a strange direction.
“Why do you suddenly want me to dress as a woman? Isn’t it okay to go as a guy?” I made one last struggle.
“It’s all because of you!”
“What? How is it my fault?” I was completely bewildered.
“It’s all because of that super S-rank pet, the nine-tailed fox, that you gave me. Who knew she’d have her own AI and get along so well with Fairy Sister and the others? Now she’s disguised as a player, a member of our Gunfire Rose fixed team… We agreed to go to the carnival together, but Yaya—that is, the nine-tailed fox—she’s a pet. There’s no way she can attend the carnival offline meetup!”
Yingning had gotten off me. I put on my glasses, and as I heard her reason, the lenses glinted coldly. I instantly saw the flaw. “Then just say you have something else to do and can’t go!”
But Yingning frowned, showing distress. “No can do. Yaya and Qingyu have made plans to meet at the carnival and witness Yang Ye’s album release together~”
Huh? What does that repressed Qingyu have to do with this?!
“Yaya and Qingyu are in love, head over heels! Their romance is burning hot! If Yaya can’t make it, their relationship might break up! Yaya will definitely be crushed, crying all day… Sis, you’re so kind, you don’t want to see her so sad, right?” Yingning put on a mournful expression.
Pfft—
I was dumbfounded… Had I transmigrated again?
Seeing Yingning’s acting, if I weren’t Yaya, I might have believed it…
But I couldn’t call her bluff… If I did, I’d expose myself on the spot… WTF…
“So, sis, just bear with it. Over the next few days, I’ll tell you about Yaya’s experiences. You can practice playing her role in advance, so you won’t mess up on the day…”
As if I could mess up playing myself…
I stared intently into Yingning’s eyes, trying to read something, but her eyes were as clear as ever—as if they hid nothing, yet were bottomless… Intuition? I felt like the little girl was playing a very deep game…
I shuddered, and finally could only nod in resignation.
It’s just cross-dressing. In my past life, I did it all the time. In this life, after playing the game, I wear women’s clothes almost daily. No big deal. But doing it in front of Yingning was just too humiliating…
Yingning: “Which do you prefer, black stockings or white stockings?”
Me: “Neither…”
Yingning: “Okay, then none! Your legs are nice anyway, bare legs have no flaws!”
Me: “…”
That’s not what I meant!
Yingning: “Which do you prefer, a dress or a miniskirt?”
Me: “Neither…”
Yingning shot me a perverted look. “Sis, you want to show your panties? I can’t let your first time cross-dressing be that daring. I’ll decide: miniskirt!”
Me: “…”
That’s not what I meant… QAQ
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