Chapter 17: Let me try it

I limped onto the stands with my still-healing leg.

The crowd around me was packed.

Boys and girls in school uniforms wore excited expressions.

They were focused on the race about to start on the track.

The school banned returning to classrooms during the festival.

But moving around campus was allowed.

That’s why earlier events had empty seats in the stands.

Not everyone’s into the festival, like me.

But the teachers’ 100-meter race?

The stands were overflowing, no room to spare.

Students’ cheers for their homeroom teachers mixed chaotically.

One group’s cheers stood out, louder than the rest.

“Go, Teacher Mo!”

Being pretty sure helps.

Her cheering section was louder than anyone’s.

I glanced at Zheng, hands cupped like a megaphone, shouting at full volume.

I joined in, yelling, “Go, Teacher Mo!”

My voice wasn’t loud.

Blended in the crowd, no one could tell it was me.

So how did Sister Yuan hear it?

How’s her hearing that good?

She turned toward the stands, still in her red-and-white athletic outfit from the other day.

She flashed a radiant smile my way.

Then she winked playfully.

The crowd went wild.

The cheers for her grew even louder.

The usually cold, stern Teacher Mo making such a cute move?

It sent the already hyped students into a frenzy.

“Three, two, one, run!”

Bang!

The starting gun puffed white smoke as the referee’s countdown ended.

Sister Yuan shot forward like an arrow.

She left a taller PE teacher in the dust.

I hadn’t ruled out her taking first.

But crushing everyone and leading like that?

What was going on?

Seconds later, before I could process it, cheers turned to roars.

Even though she wasn’t anyone’s homeroom teacher, students shouted for her victory.

I was probably the only one silent.

Her winning first was worth celebrating, but…

Sister Yuan was unusually happy today.

Her face held a smile totally unlike her usual one.

At dinner, she made a table full of dishes.

She sat across from me, hands cupping her face.

Her lips curved in a wide grin.

“Sister Yuan, is this to celebrate your win?”

“Seems like a lot for just the two of us.”

“Nah, that’s not worth celebrating.”

“I knew how it’d turn out.”

“I’m this happy because I get to shower with you again.”

“Last time was when you were twelve, right?”

Before I was twelve, she always insisted on showering together.

Back then, I didn’t care and let her wash me.

After twelve, she helped me change a lot.

As my body developed, I learned about boundaries.

I started refusing to shower with her.

“Let’s be clear.”

“I’m not letting you scrub my back.”

“That’s a shame.”

“No worries, you can scrub mine.”

“That’s even worse!”

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m a normal, developing fifteen-year-old guy.”

“Don’t you have any self-awareness?”

“I know.”

“I checked while you were asleep.”

“You’re developing nicely.”

I hugged myself tightly.

My face burned red.

“You… you actually checked?”

“You’re joking, right?”

“Nope.”

“I felt you all over while you slept.”

“I know exactly how you’re developing.”

“You said I could do whatever.”

“You can’t resist later.”

My hands dropped limply.

I stood to clear the dishes, uneasy.

“Let me handle those.”

“Go grab your change of clothes.”

“I might do something big tonight.”

“Get ready.”

Her words made me more anxious.

I slowly walked to my room, grabbing clothes.

Snap out of it.

What am I scared of?

She’s just a girl.

What can she do?

I’m a six-foot-tall guy.

Why fear a frail-looking girl?

Sure, her personality’s intense.

She’s fast, but her strength?

No way it’s more than mine.

If I resist, I doubt she can control me.

Stop being a wimp.

It’s just a shower with my sister figure.

She’s so calm about it.

Why am I freaking out?

I gripped my clothes tightly.

I stood confidently at the bathroom door.

No one was inside.

Her clothes were already in the basket.

A blue-and-white loose tee with a brand logo.

Black lace underwear with floral trim.

Her style’s always so mature.

It’s throwing me off.

No, no, focus.

I just decided to face this calmly.

How can her underwear mess me up?

I was about to shake off the distracting thoughts.

Then I felt someone press against my back.

A pair of hands slid from my neck to my collarbone, moving downward.

“Like my underwear style, Xiao You?”

“Want a closer look?”

“I can give you the ones I’m wearing.”

Her full curves pressed against my back.

The sensation was, as always, disorienting.

“No, no need.”

“Hurry up and shower.”

“I’ve got homework to finish.”

She hooked her arm around my neck.

Her breath tickled my ear.

“You’re lying again.”

“No homework during the festival.”

“Bad boys need punishment.”

She grabbed the hem of my shirt.

She started lifting it, trying to pull it off.

I grabbed her wrist, steadying my voice.

“I’ll undress myself, Sister Yuan.”

Before I could finish, she bit my neck.

She pinned my hands.

“Didn’t I say bad boys get punished?”

“You think I’m only fast?”

“That I’m not strong enough to control you?”

Her slender, pale arms had surprising strength.

My pinned wrists couldn’t move.

I miscalculated.

“Alright, stop struggling.”

“You agreed to this.”

I gave up resisting.

I let her pull off my shirt.

“Can you help me undress?”

“No way!”

“You’re old enough.”

“Do it yourself.”

“Fine.”

“If I do it myself, I’ll strip completely.”

“Want to see me bare, Xiao You?”

“It’s embarrassing, but for you, I’d do it.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll help.”

Showering with a fully naked Sister Yuan?

What’s the point of showering?

I’m not impotent.

Even if she doesn’t do anything, I won’t stay calm.

I turned nervously.

She’d already ditched her red-and-white athletic set.

She wore a short-sleeved tee with a floral-and-bird print.

The hem was long, covering her thighs.

Below that, nothing.

The tee hid her underwear.

Her long, fair legs were bare before me.

I grabbed the hem of her shirt.

In one quick move, I pulled it off.

As it left her body, she pushed me to the floor.

Her hand cushioned my head.

No pain there, just a slight sting in my hips from hitting the ground.

But I wasn’t focused on that.

In white underwear, she sat on my stomach.

She licked her lips, like she was about to dig in.

“Can I have a taste now, Xiao You?”

*TL Note: The term “flirt” (replacing 痴女) reflects Mo Yuan’s provocative behavior, a common trope in anime/manga where characters display bold, teasing actions, often with romantic or possessive undertones, as seen in her interactions with Lu You.