A little fox with an iron will—you could say whatever you wanted, but nothing would shake her resolve anymore.
The only choice left was to motivate her, temper her spirit, and push her beyond her limits.
Her willpower was just too damn strong. Ye Zhibai wanted to cry.
Guang Yu… if you really want to prove yourself,
then go ahead and lift that skirt! I’m not stopping you!
Truth be told, Ye Zhibai had zero expectations.
For one thing, she wasn’t into guys with rippling abs or the whole beefcake vibe.
And most importantly… it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen it all before!
The day Guang Yu had first arrived, transforming from cat to human, she’d shown up completely naked. Little Zhibai had already gotten an eyeful of the goods.
That said, it wasn’t entirely without charm. Quite the opposite, really—on every level, her cuteness was top-tier, perfect even, like a green apple still unripe on the vine, fresh and pure.
The problem was, Guang Yu had zero self-awareness!
That utterly shameless, carefree attitude of hers had left Ye Zhibai with no room for any funny thoughts.
If even she couldn’t muster up a blush, how was Little Zhibai supposed to look at her and feel the empathy?
No way in hell.
Anyway, this time would probably be the same.
Ye Zhibai had already mapped it out in her head: once Guang Yu finished lifting, she’d fake some surprise, toss out a couple compliments, tell her she was definitely sexier than some plastic figurine, and call it a day. Problem solved.
It all sounded perfect in theory.
But when Ye Zhibai sorted through her mental script, mustered a slightly surprised expression, and turned toward Guang Yu—
That “slightly surprised expression” did appear.
It just wasn’t fake.
It was one hundred percent genuine!
What the—you still haven’t lifted it?!
Ye Zhibai had figured she’d shamelessly roll the skirt hem up like a giant scallion and bounce around like some hyper kid.
But reality was a whole different story!
An almost magical scene unfolded right before Ye Zhibai’s eyes.
There stood Guang Yu on the bed, her little hands still clutching the skirt hem.
She’d lifted it just a tiny bit, revealing more of the snowy white stockings hugging her slender legs.
And… that was it.
The skirt didn’t flip up any higher because her hands made no further move.
Those little hands—god, they were trembling like crazy, shaking at some weird, erratic frequency like an eight-cylinder engine on the fritz.
Her tail matched the rhythm, twitching left and right at a frantic pace.
Even her small feet, lightly planted on the bedsheet and spread slightly apart, looked ready to start stomping in frustration!
But what shocked Ye Zhibai the most wasn’t any of that.
It was Guang Yu’s expression right then.
Her face was flushed red, eyes full of embarrassed fury as she bit down on her little tiger teeth and glared right at Ye Zhibai!
Taken all together, Guang Yu looked exactly like some poor girl being coerced into lifting her own skirt by a bully, too scared to resist, on the verge of being toyed with mercilessly—like the classic setup straight out of a doujinshi!
But I’m not one of those sleazy protagonists from a hentai comic!
And why the sudden attack of shyness? Or was she…
Just putting on a show to mess with me?
Ye Zhibai hated to admit it, but Guang Yu’s expression paired with her actions had this inexplicable sexiness to it.
The skirt hem hovering teasingly half-lifted, the absolute territory of thigh between the over-the-knee socks now peeking out, then vanishing.
It was like the dizzying allure of that unripe fruit, utterly captivating.
Guang Yu had no idea herself!
She’d thought the task was a breeze at first—just a bit of fabric. A deity like her wouldn’t chicken out like some pathetic human.
But when it came time to actually do it, staring straight into Ye Zhibai’s face… her heart slammed like a massive bell tolling inside her chest!
Feelings she’d never experienced in ten thousand years flooded the deity’s mind.
Can’t… can’t lift it… so embarrassing… I wanna die!
The emotions built up relentlessly, leaving Guang Yu utterly flustered. She couldn’t believe a mighty deity like herself was turning timid and backing down in front of a mere human.
That’s why she was stamping her feet!
Seeing her like this, Ye Zhibai glanced slightly to the side.
She didn’t want to play the role of the big bad wolf.
“Hey… if you’re faking it, cut the act. It’s not funny. If you’re not… then don’t force yourself. That expression and pose? Already passes with flying colors. I can apologize for what I said earlier.”
“Really…?! So I can be sexy—wait, no! I… I haven’t even done it yet! You’re just brushing me off, aren’t you?! Sneaky human… Ye Zhibai, turn your head back here and look properly. I’m… I’m going all out right now!!”
“Oh.”
Ye Zhibai wouldn’t waste that fiery determination.
“Huh?”
Guang Yu hadn’t expected Ye Zhibai to actually turn her head right back so straightforwardly.
But she was already caught up in the heat of the moment. She’d yanked the skirt hem up high—
past her waist.
The room’s soft lighting seemed to converge like it was highlighting some divine miracle, illuminating Ye Zhibai’s view.
Or maybe no light was needed at all.
That spot was bright enough already, shining brilliantly.
Time seemed to freeze.
One stared unblinkingly. One floundered in panic.
Neither moved.
After a long moment, Guang Yu’s overheating face was so red it looked ready to drip blood.
But Ye Zhibai still hadn’t declared her sexy enough, so the prideful little fox stubbornly kept the skirt held high!
Quietly, though, she maneuvered her flexible tail from behind, threading it through the gap between her legs in the opposite direction, draping it forward modestly to cover the stunning view below the hem.
Even with it concealed again, Ye Zhibai stared ahead like the Thinker statue, utterly motionless. Guang Yu’s light, water-drop voice had gone shaky with embarrassment.
“Hey… Ye Zhibai! Say something already! Make it clear—was I sexy enough?! If yes, apologize quick! I’ll let it slide!”
“Guang Yu…”
“Huh?”
“You’ve got to be kitten me… why aren’t you wearing any panties?”
“Eh?”
And so, Ye Zhibai beheld a sight so stunning that a few extra glances were only natural.
It wasn’t that she was staring off into the distance. The view was right there, impossible to ignore.
Shiny and smooth, bald as can be, sparkling clean.
Why pass up a free show?
Only after Guang Yu bashfully dropped the hem and plopped back onto the bed, her blush gradually fading, did she explain under Ye Zhibai’s insistent questioning.
“It’s not like I never wear them! I had panties on properly when we were out, didn’t you say we have to dress fully when going outside? I remembered that just fine!”
“So what happened just now?”
“Well, once we got home, I just undid the divine power making my panties~ You said full outfit for going out, but you didn’t say anything about at home. You’re the same, right? You change into pajamas and ditch the undies when you get home. Isn’t that basic human common sense? Tsk tsk, you’re the one who’s clueless, human. How embarrassing.”
“Then at least change into pajamas first!”
Ye Zhibai’s sharp retort actually came out with a hint of genuine exasperation this time!
She was pissed at the fox!
Damn it, for a split second there, I’d actually thought Guang Yu was super sexy and adorable.
She really is a scummy little fox after all!
Going without undies at home is one thing if you’re in fresh pajamas.
But stripping them off while still in a pleated skirt? That’s a whole different level of visual whiplash!
Ye Zhibai was so mad she nearly choked on her own breath. After patting her chest to catch it, she heard a timid yet totally shameless question.
“So… was I sexy or not? You still haven’t said. You looked already… no review? Freeloading much?”
“You’ve got internet slang down pat, huh. Let me be crystal clear: the you from earlier? Very sexy. The you right now? Less sexy than a rock in the yard. That rock’s a thousand times sexier than you.”
“That’s too much! Urgh… you said earlier me was sexy? But earlier me is me, and now me is me. I’m just me. That’s just nonsense logic.”
“You’re the one talking nonsense. Figure out human figures of speech and grammar before pretending to be some cultured type.”
“Hmph!” Guang Yu dodged the jab, no more arguing. She straightened up, hands on hips, brimming with pride. “Anyway! I saw your face go red earlier, and you were totally zoned out staring! That proves I’m sexier than that plastic little person! Want me to lift again for ya?”
“Scram.”
“Eek!”
With a light shoulder bump, Ye Zhibai sent the unsteady little scummy fox tumbling across the bed in a roll.
Off to the side with you. Do it again, and you won’t have that spark from before.
Ye Zhibai found the whole thing pretty miraculous, actually.
From the corner of her eye, she watched Guang Yu clamber back up, rubbing the back of her head, sticking her tongue out and pulling a goofy face. Ye Zhibai burned with irritation, yet had no idea how to sum up what had just happened.
Guang Yu had snapped back to her punchable self now.
But that earlier version of her… hard to pin down. “Pitiful and vulnerable” didn’t quite cover it. If anything, it was more like a heart attack waiting to happen.
Next time, wear your damn panties. Or change into pajamas sooner!
Oh right, Ye Zhibai could offer her one more suggestion.
“Guang Yu, next time, you could try white pantyhose.”
“Why? What’s pantyhose?”
“Stockings that go all the way up to your thighs. That way, you won’t have to dress like this at home next time—see-through and freezing. You… sitting on the floor in that state earlier, weren’t you cold?”
“Huh…? I’ve got a tail! It was padding me!”
“…”
Different species. There’s no way I can have a proper conversation with you. Goodbye.
Even though she had just glimpsed that view, the exchange between one human and one god somehow avoided any fleeting awkwardness.
Ye Zhibai felt relieved about that, but she didn’t notice Guang Yu quietly turning halfway around—the long exhale of relaxed breath that followed.
No sooner had the farce ended than a familiar set of footsteps echoed suddenly down the hallway.
Yun’er’s footsteps—that was the signal for Guang Yu to turn into her cat form!
With a flick of her brown hair, she dissolved into points of light and became the Little Tea Cat, nestling against Ye Zhibai’s leg. She actually just shut her eyes and started napping, carefree as ever.
You’re the one living the good life here.
At that moment, Yun’er appeared, her damp black hair steaming atop her head with a towel perched on it.
“Sis, I’m done with my bath~ Are you heading in now? I hung a fresh towel on the bathroom door for you.”
“Yeah, in a bit. Yun’er, do you have some time right now?”
“Time…? Yes, yes, yes! I’ve got nothing but time right now!”
I could swear my little sister has no idea what she’s imagining this time.
But unfortunately for her, Ye Zhibai’s mind was occupied with something important.
That being Guang Yu’s completely bare… Bah! I didn’t think that!
It was just such a shocking scene. It was normal that it lingered in her mind, impossible to shake off for the moment.
What Ye Zhibai really wanted to ask was serious business.
“If you’ve got time, sit down and let’s chat. I want to talk to you about university.”
“University…?”
