Chapter 389

As everyone took their seats, the third round of flying chess finally began amid a tense and exciting atmosphere.

But before starting, Xu Youyu spoke up and suggested, "How about we add a rule?"

"What rule?" Ying Chanxi asked in confusion.

"Hmm… let me think." Xu Youyu said, pressing her right hand against the bed surface.

Then, from under the table, her bare foot slid into Li Luo's lap, and she grinned and said:

"The rule is: when you roll the exact number needed to bomb someone else's plane, besides rolling a 6 to launch a new plane, you must bomb immediately—no holding back."

"Otherwise, with how close we are, we'll just keep letting each other win, and the game becomes boring."

"Okay?"

"Fine." Li Luo nodded.

The other two hesitated slightly, then also nodded in agreement.

The next second, Xu Youyu felt her foot brush against another smooth, slippery foot, and she immediately glanced across the table, locking eyes with Yan Zhusheng midair.

Then, Yan Zhusheng felt Xu Youyu's toes lightly tap her instep, as if greeting her.

So Yan Zhusheng's expression subtly shifted, and she quietly tapped Xu Youyu's foot a few times in return—polite and measured.

The two no longer fought over the throne as before; instead, they simply tucked their feet into Li Luo's lap and let him handle them, fully focusing on the game.

Once all the planes were in motion, Xu Youyu seized her chance and bombed one of Ying Chanxi's planes, then grinned and asked, "When Li Luo put silk stockings on you earlier, were you happy?"

Ying Chanxi: "..."

"Looks like she wasn't very happy," Yan Zhusheng observed from the side.

"Happy!" Ying Chanxi quickly interrupted, "Very happy!"

After saying it, she realized her mistake and her face flushed crimson, stammering: "No… what I meant was…"

"Alright, alright." Xu Youyu shoved the dice into Ying Chanxi's hand, "Your turn, Xixi."

"Oh…"

Blushing, she rolled the dice—and the number was perfect. Ying Chanxi picked up a plane and bombed one of Yan Zhusheng's, then paused, suspiciously asking, "Did you really go to the bathroom just now, Zhusheng?"

"No," Yan Zhusheng shook her head matter-of-factly.

"Then what were you doing after you left?!"

"That's the second question," Yan Zhusheng said, glancing at Ying Chanxi and winking—refusing to answer.

But the faint blush on Ying Chanxi's face, which had barely faded, now flared crimson again as she imagined a possible truth.

Her gaze then turned to Xu Youyu, filled with suspicion.

"Cough… Xixi, don't look at me like that," Xu Youyu said. "I really did go to the bathroom."

"But that doesn't mean you didn't eavesdrop, right?" Li Luo chuckled, scratching Xu Youyu's sole.

Xu Youyu, tickled, couldn't help but giggle.

But to Ying Chanxi, this was clearly an admission.

Thinking back to how she'd just been on the bed, willingly letting Li Luo take off her pajama pants and touch her legs through the silk stockings…

Ying Chanxi felt like a kettle boiled dry—steam seemed to rise from her head.

"Actually, I didn't hear much," Xu Youyu whispered with a hand over her mouth, trying to comfort her. "The stockings are on now—that's what matters. The rest doesn't count. That was just punishment for you, Xixi."

Ying Chanxi sank her head lower and dared not meet anyone's eyes.

Fortunately, the interruption passed quickly, and everyone returned to the game.

Li Luo leisurely played with the pair of bare feet under the table while casually playing flying chess with the three girls above.

By mid-game, Li Luo launched all four planes—one for each girl—and had them carry him.

He only managed the fourth plane himself.

But in the end, Yan Zhusheng had the best luck and finished first.

Then came Li Luo.

Then Ying Chanxi.

Finally, Xu Youyu lost the third round.

As the winner, Yan Zhusheng looked at Xu Youyu, then at Li Luo, thought for a moment, recalled the novels they'd written, and said:

"The punishment: Xu Youyu has her pajama pants taken off by Li Luo, followed by a ten-minute massage from him."

"Wait… what?" Li Luo blinked in surprise. "Why am I giving her a massage? That's a reward! How's that a punishment?"

"You can squeeze harder," Yan Zhusheng said seriously. "If it hurts, it's punishment."

Li Luo: "..."

"Oh my," Xu Youyu tapped her foot against Yan Zhusheng's under the table, like two hands clapping.

Then, she stretched her legs out from under the blanket, cast a sultry glance at Li Luo, and sighed, "Guess I'll just have to accept the punishment then."

Watching from across, Ying Chanxi silently bit her lip, cursing herself for not losing the game—now she had to watch Li Luo interact with another girl, and her heart turned sour.

Meanwhile, Li Luo had reluctantly pulled his legs back from under the table, watching as Xu Youyu eagerly rose from the bed and stepped before him. He took a deep breath.

Xu Youyu's pajamas today were very modest—similar to Ying Chanxi's panda ones—but Li Luo had never seen her wear them before.

Probably bought by Cui Suling for winter, and Xu Youyu never wore them, just brought them along to pretend.

Yet today, she'd actually put them on.

Thinking this, Li Luo, now slightly experienced, raised his hands to Xu Youyu's waist.

As he had done for Ying Chanxi, he followed the routine: gripping the waistband of her pajama pants, he gently tugged downward.

But what surprised him—though not entirely unexpected—was that the resistance from Xu Youyu was far greater than Ying Chanxi's.

Compared to Yan Zhusheng and Ying Chanxi, Xu Youyu's figure was the quintessential 'S'-shape, truly curvaceous front and back.

Li Luo had to exert a bit more force just to pull them down.

In the end, it took a long time to slowly drag the pajama pants down past Xu Youyu's backside.

Meanwhile, the black sheer tights that had already hugged her pink skin began to reveal themselves.

Only after passing the hardest peak did Li Luo's grip on the pajama pants loosen, and they slid down along Xu Youyu's smooth black tights, falling onto the bed.

Undeniably, among the three, Xu Youyu was the most suited for black tights.

When Li Luo saw this scene before him, he immediately reached this conclusion.

But compared to the mature, voluptuous Youyu-jie from his past life, the current Xu Youyu still seemed somewhat youthful.

Compared to Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng, she was certainly more mature.

Yet compared to the Xu Youyu of ten years later, she still lacked that mature aura.

Though she couldn't match that maturity, seeing Xu Youyu now in her black tights, Li Luo couldn't help but sigh.

It was like a girl gradually growing up, secretly slipping on her mother's high heels.

Even though her height and physical attributes had already met the standard, wearing high heels still couldn't hide her youthful innocence.

Xu Youyu now was exactly the same.

Her face, young enough to squeeze out water, paired with such sensual black tights, naturally created a contrast.

Yet this contrast was less obvious against Xu Youyu's curvaceous figure.

"How's it look?" Xu Youyu didn't blush as easily as Ying Chanxi; her cheeks were slightly flushed, but she still turned around confidently in front of Li Luo, "Of the three of us—me, Xixi, and Zhusheng—which pair of tights do you like best?"

"Cough…" Li Luo's gaze had been following her spin, and now hearing the question, he dodged, "We're not at the truth-or-dare stage yet."

"Hmph~ There'll be plenty of chances later." Xu Youyu chuckled, lightly tilting his chin with her finger, then leaned down and asked with a smile, "So, younger brother, can you give your senior sister a massage?"

"... How do I massage?"

"Just like this."

Xu Youyu lay face-down on the bed, stretched out her legs slightly apart, then turned her head toward Li Luo and wiggled her toes as if beckoning him.

She blinked at Li Luo and signaled, "Come on."

"Mm…" Li Luo swallowed, and only after Xu Youyu lay down did he notice—unlike the other two, she was wearing lace underneath the tights…

These tights were also sheer, easily revealing the skin tone beneath, but the lace was black too, and Li Luo hadn't noticed it before.

"Like this?"

Li Luo knelt beside her leg and tentatively reached out; his ten fingers gently landed on her calves wrapped in tights, softly kneading.

"Mmm~" Xu Youyu let out an exaggerated moan, causing Li Luo's hands to freeze.

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

"What? You're giving a comfortable massage, and I'm not allowed to moan?"

"I just pinched twice—would a normal person make that sound?"

"Have you ever squeezed someone else before?"

"... No."

"Then there you go." Xu Youyu chuckled, "No practice, no right to speak."

"But I have basic common sense."

"Many people's so-called common sense is often wrong." Xu Youyu said, "Enough talk—get on with it. Zhusheng, hurry him up."

"Li Luo, accept the consequence of your loss." Yan Zhusheng walked over, crouched beside him, and said seriously.

"... I don't think I lost?"

"Oh, then accept the consequence of your win."

Li Luo: "..."

Taking a deep breath, Li Luo resumed kneading.

Yan Zhusheng watched, then pressed down on Li Luo's hand, forcing his entire palm to fully cover her leg instead of just using his fingers.

This time, Xu Youyu was genuinely stimulated, letting out a soft moan.

Starting from the calves, he moved upward to the thighs, then back down to the ankles, finally gently massaging her toes.

Finally, ten minutes passed.

Li Luo exhaled deeply.

Xu Youyu, buried in the pillow, sighed softly, then immediately rolled over, jumped off the bed, and headed for the bathroom: "I'm going to the toilet—wait a sec, okay~"

Soon after, Xu Youyu walked out of the bathroom with a calm expression, returned to her seat, and eagerly cried out, "Next round, next round!"

This time, everyone gave their full attention—and Ying Chanxi's luck was too good; she drew first place outright.

Yan Zhusheng lost the game and earned the right to receive punishment.

But this time, the power to choose the punishment fell to Ying Chanxi; when Yan Zhusheng looked at Xixi, Ying Chanxi froze, unsure how to decide on a punishment.

By logic, since Li Luo just massaged Xu Youyu's legs, now that Yan Zhusheng lost, it should be her turn.

But Ying Chanxi clearly didn't want that; her expression grew hesitant.

After all, if someone else had ordered Li Luo to touch legs, Ying Chanxi would have accepted the game's rules.

But now, asking Li Luo to touch someone else herself—she simply couldn't bring herself to do it.

This left her in a bind.

Seeing Ying Chanxi's conflicted expression, Yan Zhusheng volunteered, "Xixi, you can punish me by making me bring Li Luo over to massage you."

"Huh?" Ying Chanxi blinked, startled by Yan Zhusheng's suggestion; her face immediately brightened, "T-That's allowed?"

"You're first place—you can say whatever you want!" Xu Youyu chuckled beside her, "Besides, Zhusheng's suggestion fits the rules—what's wrong with it?"

"But…"

Ying Chanxi hesitated.

She hadn't expected Yan Zhusheng to say that.

After struggling internally, Ying Chanxi tightly closed her eyes and clenched her fists under the blanket, whispering weakly:

"Then… then let Li Luo… do to Zhusheng… the same thing he just did with Senior… um… just… give a massage…"

Hearing this, Yan Zhusheng froze, surprised Ying Chanxi would say such a thing.

In her view, Ying Chanxi would never say something like this.

Yet now she had…

Thinking of this, Yan Zhusheng immediately hugged Ying Chanxi and softly said, "Why don't we do it together?"

"Huh?"

"Lie down together."

Yan Zhusheng pulled Ying Chanxi over, and they both lay face-down on the bed, back-to-back with Li Luo, then turned to say, "Li Luo, it's your turn."

Li Luo looked at the two girls lying on the bed: on the left, Ying Chanxi's bare-toed white socks; on the right, Yan Zhusheng's thigh-hugging white silk stockings.

Before Li Luo could even begin, Xu Youyu rushed over to Ying Chanxi's side, plopped down, and grinned, "I didn't get enough massage earlier—can I join too?"

"Hey hey…" Li Luo's eye twitched as he stared at the scene before him, momentarily dazed. "Are you guys exploiting labor here? Two is already enough—I don't have three hands!"

"Li Luo, stop talking," Yan Zhusheng said.

"Exactly, you're so slow," Xu Youyu added.

"Hurry up, please," Ying Chanxi mumbled into her pillow, seemingly giving up all thought, wanting only Li Luo to massage her quickly, "I want to play the next round."

"Sigh…" Li Luo sighed, finally extending his hands.

…

For the next two hours, the three girls took turns losing the game.

Li Luo alternated between massaging, carrying princess-style, and being ridden, enduring and enjoying the flight chess game.

When he finally came to his senses, he realized this birthday had gotten… a little too wild.

It felt like he'd touched all three girls' legs.

And just as he thought this, Li Luo finally lost his first flight chess game, becoming the final loser.

Seeing this result, Xu Youyu let out an "Oh-ho!" and smiled smugly at Li Luo.

But Li Luo immediately held up his phone, gesturing at the time: "It's past midnight—I think we should sleep."

"What are you afraid of?" Yan Zhusheng tilted her head. "We can do the punishment first, then sleep."

"Exactly," Xu Youyu nodded. "What do you think, Xixi?"

"I think… Zhusheng is right," Ying Chanxi whispered.

Seeing this, Li Luo reluctantly accepted the punishment: "So what's the penalty?"

"Hmm~ Let me think," Xu Youyu rolled her eyes, then grinned. "Since we're going to sleep, could you help us take off our silk stockings?"

"Huh?" Ying Chanxi's cheeks flushed crimson again at the thought of Li Luo helping her take off her socks—she felt utterly embarrassed.

Seeing how shy she was, Xu Youyu added, "How about this? Since Xixi's so shy, and you two were the only ones wearing them earlier…"

"Let's each go back to our own rooms first."

"Then Li Luo, you go to each of our rooms, one by one, and take off our silk stockings~"

"Yes, I agree," Yan Zhusheng said at once, immediately getting up and heading toward her bedroom.

Seeing this, Xu Youyu also rose with a chuckle, waving at Li Luo: "I'll wait for you over there~"

Ying Chanxi had initially thought Xu Youyu's suggestion was thoughtful and reasonable.

But when she realized Li Luo would have to go to the other two girls' rooms alone to take off their stockings, she pouted again.

"Cough… What now?" Li Luo asked. "Shall I help you first?"

"Mmm…" Ying Chanxi lowered her head, hesitating, then suddenly brightened and stood up. "Then… you help Zhusheng and Senior first—I'll be last. You must come find me later."

Saying this, she dashed out, denying Li Luo the chance to help her first.

Watching Ying Chanxi's retreating back, Li Luo glanced around at the tangled sheets and blankets on the bed, and sighed helplessly.

He got off the bed, looked at the mess, and thought he'd clean it up after the punishment.

He turned and walked into the hallway, his gaze shifting between the three bedroom doors.

Finally, following the principle of farthest to nearest, he chose Yan Zhusheng's room first and walked straight toward it.

He pushed open the door.