Chapter 387: The Sword Is Drawn, Sword Qi Radiates

"So Zhusheng likes Pikachu too?"

Watching Li Luo kneel before Yan Zhusheng, Xu Youyu's view was blocked by Li Luo's back, so she simply retracted her legs from under the table, got out of bed, and walked around to the other side to look.

She ended up seeing a small Pikachu printed on the back of Yan Zhusheng's cute white underwear.

"Mmm… I bought it randomly before." Yan Zhusheng, hearing Xu Youyu's words, instinctively scratched her tiny butt, then hooked her finger along the edge, pulling up the slightly sunken waistband to re-wrap it around most of her adorable little buttocks.

When Yan Zhusheng released her fingers, the waistband snapped back with a soft "pop."

The motion seemed insignificant, but to Li Luo's eyes, it was intensely alluring—he froze for a moment.

Especially that "pop~"

It sent a shiver through his spirit.

Even though he couldn't see the exact scene from this angle, the image flashed through his mind—he immediately imagined it in full.

"What are you staring at?" Xu Youyu's head popped out from beside Yan Zhusheng's slender waist, grinning. "Can't you see clearly? Shall I help you?"

Saying this, Xu Youyu cheerfully lifted Yan Zhusheng's hem, pulling it all the way up above her belly, fully exposing her delicate willow waist.

Her feet and calves were completely wrapped in white silk stockings… the flesh of her thighs was gently pinched by the stocking tops… her slender thighs and waist so fine one could grasp it with both hands…

This breathtaking sight lay utterly bare before Li Luo, with not a single thread of concealment.

As for what lay above…

Li Luo glanced upward instinctively, then immediately lost interest and looked away, took a deep breath, and finally raised his hands to the edges of the white silk stockings.

At this point, the stocking tops tightly gripped the flesh of both thighs—so to help Yan Zhusheng put them on, he had to hook his thumbs into the fabric.

Under these circumstances, his fingers inevitably brushed against Yan Zhusheng's thigh skin.

Though Yan Zhusheng appeared perfectly natural, letting Xu Youyu lift her pajama top as if she didn't mind at all…

If Li Luo had looked up at Yan Zhusheng now, he would have seen both her cheeks flushed red, her eyes blinking down at him, stunningly beautiful.

Finally, Li Luo gripped the sides of the stockings and slowly pulled them upward.

The higher he pulled, the greater the resistance.

Especially when passing the thighs, where the curve grew more pronounced.

But as the stocking tops passed over Yan Zhusheng's rear, Li Luo suddenly felt the tension ease—smooth, effortless, and he slid them up in one motion to her waist.

Finally.

Li Luo gazed at the scene before him and exhaled deeply.

Finally on.

Felt like I just fought a battle… really tough.

As Li Luo thought this, Xu Youyu let go of the hem.

Yan Zhusheng's pink pajama top fell back down, the hem covering the upper part, leaving only a pair of long, slender, white-silk-clad legs exposed.

"Li Luo."

"Hmm?"

"Give me your hand."

"What?" Li Luo, puzzled, extended his hand toward Yan Zhusheng, who still stood on the bed.

The next second, Yan Zhusheng grabbed his hand and pressed it firmly onto her thigh, then rubbed it up and down several times.

This move completely stunned Li Luo.

Ying Chanxi, who had thought the ordeal was over after Li Luo finished putting on the stockings, had just straightened her posture—only to be met with this explosive scene.

"Zhusheng! W-what are you doing?!" Ying Chanxi cried out, reaching to stop her, yet unable to find a suitable excuse.

Li Luo quickly pulled his hand back, taking several deep breaths: "What are you doing?"

"For research," Yan Zhusheng blinked innocently. "You can write it into your book later."

"Thanks a lot…" Li Luo grabbed her hand, pulled her back onto the bed, then picked up the pajama pants she'd kicked aside and tossed them onto her white-silk-clad thighs. "Put these on first."

"Oh…" Yan Zhusheng didn't really want to put them on—she'd noticed that whenever she took off her pajama pants, Li Luo kept sneaking glances.

Just like when he played flying chess, he'd keep glancing at Xu Youyu's chest.

But since Li Luo had shoved the pants at her, Yan Zhusheng obediently stretched her white-silk-clad legs toward him, placing them across his thighs, then slipped the pants onto her feet and slowly pulled them up.

Ying Chanxi watched Yan Zhusheng's movements closely; as soon as the pajama pants were fully on, she promptly tapped the small table: "Alright, alright, let's start the next round!"

Clearly, someone was eager to continue.

Xu Youyu crawled back to the side of the bed and slipped her legs back under the covers.

Across from her, Yan Zhusheng also retracted her legs, sat back in her original spot, and pulled the covers up.

Li Luo prepared his blue flying chess piece, then tossed the dice to the previous winner, Xu Youyu. "Your turn."

"OK," Xu Youyu said, tossing the dice—and as she did, she twisted her waist, sliding one foot into Li Luo's lap.

But the next second, her expression froze, her gaze shifting from Li Luo to Yan Zhusheng across the bed.

Yan Zhusheng blinked, silently returning Xu Youyu's gaze.

Only Li Luo felt deeply awkward—two feet pressed together in his lap, one in black silk, one in white, each uniquely alluring, tightly pressed against each other.

He had no idea what to do.

But after exchanging a glance, Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng silently pretended nothing had happened.

Xu Youyu passed the dice to Ying Chanxi, who immediately rolled it; upon seeing she hadn't rolled a six, she nodded happily—clearly delighted, hoping never to roll a six again.

Meanwhile, Li Luo, noticing Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng's silence, suddenly shifted his expression, his left hand slipping quietly beneath the covers.

Pinching the black silk, rubbing the white silk, glancing left and right—he saw neither Xu Youyu nor Yan Zhusheng showed any reaction—so Li Luo straightened his face and began playing flying chess with solemn seriousness.

This round of flying chess was unusually peaceful.

Not because everyone had good luck—simply because everyone had other hidden thoughts.

So everyone wanted to lose.

So when he had the chance to blow someone's plane out of the sky, he generously forgave them and let them off easy.

But someone like Li Luo, a Birthday Person who possesses the Twin Wings skill, couldn't possibly blow anyone else up.

Yet he could climb onto whoever he wanted—three girls couldn't refuse him; they all had to fly twin wings with him.

The game experience was actually quite enjoyable.

Especially with another secret game going on beneath the table, making it even more thrilling.

Although Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng never exposed each other verbally, they secretly competed, taking advantage of the other's turn rolling dice or moving pieces to nudge their foot slightly aside, so their own foot could settle squarely in the center of Li Luo's thigh.

This hidden struggle beneath the blanket clearly involved swordplay and dagger flashes, leaving Li Luo in unbearable agony.

After all, swords and knives have no eyes; accidents are inevitable.

Li Luo had already been kicked in the groin several times by their feet—he was in terrible discomfort and could only focus intently on the game, trying to divert his attention as much as possible.

But Yan Zhusheng seemed to recall something; she glanced at Xu Youyu, lost in thought, memories of certain scenes from the Literary Era flashing through her mind.

So when her foot brushed against some forbidden mysterious territory, she immediately realized it and couldn't help but sneak furtive glances at Li Luo's expression.

Then, while Xu Youyu wasn't paying attention, she shoved Xu Youyu's foot away—and still wasn't satisfied—she went straight for the emperor's head, instantly rendering Li Luo completely stiff and frozen.

"Li Luo, what's wrong?" Ying Chanxi noticed Li Luo's eyes suddenly widen, then quickly return to calm—but she still sensed something odd. "Why do you look so strange?"

"Hmm… nothing…" Li Luo coughed, feigning discomfort. "I just let one rip."

Ying Chanxi: "..."

"Really?" Xu Youyu finished rolling the dice and moving her piece; beneath the blanket, her foot suddenly pushed hard, displacing Yan Zhusheng's foot, then pressed against it, the sole wrapped in black silk gently rubbing.

Li Luo's arms instantly braced on the table; he took a deep breath, forcing his face to remain calm. "As long as you didn't smell it, that's fine."

"Hmm, I didn't notice any odor," Ying Chanxi nodded seriously, then picked up the dice. "But why does your body feel like it's shaking?"

"No… I just sat in one position too long." Li Luo forced a smile, explaining to Ying Chanxi. "I just changed posture."

"Oh oh." Ying Chanxi nodded, rolled the dice, and began selecting her next piece.

After several rounds, Li Luo suddenly tensed up, clamped his lips shut, and slowly exhaled a long, steady breath through his nose.

Then he immediately threw back the blanket, flipped over, and dashed out of the bedroom without even putting on his slippers.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Ying Chanxi stared, bewildered, calling out worriedly as Li Luo fled.

"I'm fine! My stomach's upset—I just need to use the toilet! Wait a moment!"

"But there's a toilet right here," Ying Chanxi murmured, puzzled. "Why run all the way outside?"

"Cough…" Xu Youyu quietly retracted her foot; her cheeks flushed slightly. She glanced at Yan Zhusheng across from her, and both girls instinctively averted their eyes, embarrassed.

Xu Youyu cleared her throat. "Then… let's just wait a bit."

Yan Zhusheng across from her pursed her lips, pulled her foot back into the blanket, then reached inside and touched her own foot.

The heat and surge she'd just felt still surprised and intrigued her.

So… the senior's book wasn't entirely false after all.

At least some of the descriptions were quite accurate.

But thinking of the result from her and the senior's feet working together, Yan Zhusheng's expression turned strange, and she couldn't help glancing again at Ying Chanxi.

"What's wrong, Zhusheng?" Ying Chanxi pulled out her phone, glanced up, and noticed Yan Zhusheng staring at her.

Yan Zhusheng shook her head, then proposed: "After whoever loses, make Li Luo help Xi Xi put on her silk stockings."

"Hmm, sure," Xu Youyu nodded with a smile.

"Huh?!" Ying Chanxi snapped back to awareness, startled, then blushed and waved her hands. "N-no… that's too…!"

"Why not?" Xu Youyu propped her chin on her hand, grinning at Ying Chanxi, who was still pretending to resist—she found it utterly adorable. "Li Luo already helped Zhusheng put hers on; what's the difference helping you?"

"Or… do you dislike Li Luo helping you put on silk stockings?"

"If you personally hate it, then forget it."

"N-no, I don't!" Ying Chanxi shook her head frantically. "I-I don't hate it… it's just… it's just…"

"Oh~ I get it~" Xu Youyu chuckled. "Are you shy?"

"N-no I'm not!"

"Heh." Xu Youyu found her flushed, denial-filled expression utterly endearing, and pinched her cheek. "How about this."

"When Li Luo helps you put on the stockings, Zhusheng and I will go use the toilet."

"By the time we come back, you'll probably be done, right?"

Hearing this, Ying Chanxi's resolve wavered.

Did she want Li Luo to help her put on silk stockings? Though embarrassed, she definitely did.

But if Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng sat beside her watching while Li Luo did it, she'd feel mortified.

If possible, it would be better if Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng stepped away.

But she couldn't bring herself to say it aloud—after all, Yan Zhusheng had accepted it so openly; if she now asked them to leave, it would seem overly delicate.

Xu Youyu's suggestion now gave her the perfect out.

So Ying Chanxi readily agreed, nodding quickly: "Y-yes… then, thank you both."

"No problem," Xu Youyu picked up the last grape from the tray, popped it in her mouth, and smiled. "It's a game—what matters is everyone has fun. Xi Xi, you should honestly voice your true feelings; holding them in only makes you suffer."

"Y-yes… I know…" Ying Chanxi nodded, saying it aloud—but whether she could truly do it was another matter.

But now that Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng had agreed to step aside, Ying Chanxi picked up the empty fruit tray, slipped on her slippers, and walked out: "I'll go cut more fruit."

"Xi Xi, let me help you," Yan Zhusheng followed, accompanying Ying Chanxi toward the kitchen.

Seeing this, Xu Youyu rolled her eyes, waited until the two girls left the room, then got out of bed and went to Li Luo's wardrobe, pulling open a drawer to look inside.

Not long after.

In the hallway outside, Li Luo quietly cracked open the bathroom door a sliver, listening intently.

Hearing Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng chatting in the kitchen, he immediately wore a pained expression.

But the next second, a Doraemon smiled into view before him.

Li Luo turned his head and caught Xu Youyu leaning against the wall, watching him with a smiling gaze.

"Here, I brought it for you."

Seeing this, Li Luo instantly felt like he'd found a savior and eagerly reached out to grab the Doraemon.

But in the next instant, the Doraemon shot upward; Xu Youyu curled her finger and pulled the Doraemon away, spinning it around her fingertip as she grinned mischievously: "At a moment like this, what should you say?"

"Cough…" Li Luo's face flushed red, and he hurriedly said, "Thank you, senior sister."

"I don't think that's enough." Xu Youyu clasped her hands behind her back, hiding the Doraemon behind her waist, then leaned forward, pressing her face close to Li Luo's, cheeks faintly flushed, eyes shimmering as she whispered, "Just now… what did it feel like?"

Li Luo: "..."

"Come on, share it with me, and I'll give you this."

Seeing the seductive charm in her eyes, the teasing smile on her lips, and hearing the sounds from the kitchen, Li Luo couldn't tell when Ying Chanxi and the others would finish cutting the fruit, so he gritted his teeth and said, "It… it felt really good."

"Too vague."

"At first it swelled until it hurt a little, then it became intensely stimulating—I could barely catch my breath," Li Luo muttered under his breath, forcing himself to continue, "At that moment, my whole body tensed up, incredibly pleasant… then it relaxed…"

Xu Youyu grew redder with every word, never expecting Li Luo to spill out so much.

When he finished speaking, Li Luo felt his face covered, and a soft laugh brushed his ear: "Alright, I won't tease you anymore—hurry up and put it on, don't let Xi Xi see."

Li Luo peeled off the clean Doraemon from his face, quickly closed the bathroom door gently, leaned back against the frame, and finally exhaled in relief.

He'd run out of the master bedroom earlier not to use the bathroom there, but specifically to get new underwear.

After all, the only underwear in the house, besides the closet, was one still drying on the balcony.

But since Ying Chanxi and the others were all inside, Li Luo couldn't possibly take underwear from the bedroom closet—he could only aim for the balcony.

What Li Luo hadn't expected was that the moment he finished fixing his pants in the bathroom, he heard footsteps in the hallway.

Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng had come out to cut fruit!

To reach the balcony from the bathroom, you had to exit, turn right, and pass through the narrow corridor.

Then you'd arrive at the kitchen door.

Turn left, pass the living room table, and only then could you reach the balcony.

If Ying Chanxi heard movement while cutting fruit and turned around, she'd see Li Luo sneaking around.

Luckily, Senior Sister had come to his rescue, letting him escape disaster.

After putting on the clean underwear, Li Luo washed his face to clear his head.

But immediately, he recalled what had just happened on the bed—the sensation… images of Senior Sister's black silk stockings and Zhusheng's white silk stockings flashed in his mind—his body grew hot and restless, and the Doraemon's magic pouch was stretched open again.

Li Luo looked down, adjusted his waistband, sighed deeply, and thought: this young body really overreacts too easily.

Completely unable to resist teasing.

"Li Luo, are you done yet?" Ying Chanxi, having finished cutting the fruit, carried the tray past the bathroom door and called in, "We've cut the fruit—hurry up."

"Coming, coming!" Li Luo replied.

After Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng returned to the room, Li Luo stepped out.

The four of them returned to the bed.

Feeling two silken feet slide up from beneath the table again, Li Luo sighed deeply, grabbed both feet firmly, and prevented them from causing trouble.

Finally.

The second round of flight chess ended.

Thanks to the sisters' deliberate letting-up, Ying Chanxi naturally lost the game.

Yan Zhusheng, who had won first place, said: "Xi Xi must accept the punishment—let Li Luo help her put on her silk stockings."

"Great!" Xu Youyu clapped enthusiastically, then promptly jumped off the bed and headed straight for the bathroom: "You two go ahead—I'm going to use the restroom."

"I need to use the restroom too," Yan Zhusheng said, then jumped off the bed and walked out of the bedroom in her slippers.

Watching Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng leave so decisively, and thinking of what was about to happen, Ying Chanxi's face flushed crimson; she lowered her head, unable to look at Li Luo.

"Shall we… start then?" Li Luo looked at Ying Chanxi, rose, moved beside her, and picked up the packet from behind her buttocks, asking softly, "Let me help you put them on?"

Ying Chanxi's ears burned red-hot; as she caught sight of Li Luo drawing near, her whole body grew warm, her breathing quickened.

In the end, she couldn't say a word—only nodded lightly: "Mm…"