Chapter 390: The Senior

Yan Zhusheng's room was still lit.

Li Luo pushed open the door, glanced inside, and saw Yan Zhusheng lying quietly in bed.

She was covered by the quilt, her eyes blinking at Li Luo, then she lifted a corner of the blanket and asked, "Li Luo, why don't you come in?"

"I'm here."

Li Luo walked into the room, closed the door, and went straight to the bedside, looking at Yan Zhusheng in bed. "How am I supposed to take it off like this? Get up."

"No, I'm too sleepy," Yan Zhusheng said, eyes wide and innocent as she gazed at Li Luo. "Come in. Come help me take it off."

Li Luo: "..."

Faced with such an invitation, even Li Luo found it hard to refuse.

He sat on the edge of the bed where the quilt had been lifted, kicked off his slippers, then lifted his legs onto the bed.

Yan Zhusheng pulled the blanket over him, then pulled him down and wrapped her arms around him.

"How am I supposed to take it off like this?" Li Luo hugged her shoulders and patted her head.

Yan Zhusheng nuzzled her head against his chest a few times, whispering, "Why don't we just sleep like this?"

"Xixi and the senior are still waiting."

"Oh... am I the first?"

"Who else would it be?"

"So Li Luo likes my stockings the most?" Yan Zhusheng lifted her head to look at him, eyes blinking curiously.

"I picked it randomly. Don't say nonsense."

"Don't you like it?" Yan Zhusheng lifted one silk-stockinged leg beneath the quilt, rubbing it against Li Luo's calf.

"... Like it."

"What about this?" Yan Zhusheng imitated what she'd read in Literary Era, raising her leg higher, brushing against a certain spot, and gently pressing twice.

Li Luo instantly went into shock, hissing sharply as he quickly grabbed her silk-stockinged thigh and knee.

"Stop moving around. Let me take off your stockings first, then go to sleep," Li Luo rolled to his side and reached for her waist.

But the next second, he froze.

Because he suddenly realized Yan Zhusheng was still wearing her pajama pants.

To take off the stockings, he'd first have to...

Yan Zhusheng, curled against Li Luo's side, felt his hand brushing her lower back and obediently lifted her hips.

Seeing her cooperation, Li Luo no longer hesitated. His fingers gently hooked, sliding the pajama pants down.

They slid along her thighs and knees, past her calves, finally settling at her feet.

Yan Zhusheng kicked her feet twice, sending the pajama pants flying to the foot of the bed.

Now both were under the quilt, so Li Luo couldn't see much—but he inhaled the faint, sweet scent of the girl in his arms, and thinking of the moment, he took a deep breath.

But as Li Luo reached again for Yan Zhusheng's lower back, she suddenly dropped her hips, lying flat and pinning his hand beneath her.

Li Luo: "... What are you doing?"

"Holding up like this is tiring," Yan Zhusheng blinked innocently. "Just resting a bit."

"Then let go of my hand."

"Did it hurt?"

"Not hurt, but this position is awkward."

"Isn't this better?" Yan Zhusheng pulled Li Luo, pressing him fully onto her.

Li Luo was pulled atop her, his left hand pinned beneath her lower back, pressed tightly against the silk stockings.

His right hand braced beside her, his entire upper body fully crushing her.

The temperature inside the quilt slowly rose.

Li Luo watched Yan Zhusheng wrap her arms around his neck, feeling the softness of the girl beneath him, his breathing quickening.

"Still tired?"

"A little," Yan Zhusheng's eyes sparkled as she stared straight at Li Luo, making him feel embarrassed enough to look away.

But the next second, Li Luo felt a kiss on his cheek.

When he looked again, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

Before Li Luo could speak, Yan Zhusheng softly hummed:

"You always feel lonely and down~ You always feel disappointed~"

Listening to Yan Zhusheng hum "The Sun," Li Luo stayed still, no longer rushing to pull his hand away.

Yan Zhusheng, in turn, hugged his neck tightly, pulling him close.

Their bodies pressed tightly together.

Yan Zhusheng held his head, singing softly into his ear:

"I only want to be your sun~ Your sun~"

"In your heart~ In your soul~"

When the song ended, its lingering melody fading, Li Luo heard the soft breath beside his ear whisper: "Li Luo, happy birthday."

"Mm."

"I've rested. We can keep going."

"Alright."

Li Luo nodded, propping himself up again, looking at the girl beneath him with tender eyes. As she lifted her hips, he finally grasped the edges of the thigh-hugging stockings and gently pulled them down.

The quilt gradually lifted as Li Luo pulled back.

Beneath the light, as the stockings slid off, Li Luo saw a cute Pikachu waving at him.

Snow-white skin gradually emerged from beneath the silk stockings.

Her long legs slightly pressed together, occasionally brushing against each other under Li Luo's gaze.

I have to say.

Helping a girl put on silk stockings was already enough to stir the heart.

But when Li Luo first helped a girl take off her silk stockings, that feeling could not be described merely as stirring.

It was more like a sudden, heart-stopping sensation—each time the stocking slid back, his heartbeat would instinctively skip a beat.

It felt as if his heart's tip had been wrapped in silk stocking, tingling and itchy, making his breath completely disordered.

Finally, when the silk stocking fully separated from Yan Zhusheng's toes, Li Luo let out a breath of relief.

He picked up the pajama pants he had just removed from the foot of the bed, slipped them onto her feet, and helped her put them on all the way up.

This time, Yan Zhusheng didn't play any little tricks—she obediently lifted her hips so Li Luo could slide the pajama pants on her.

After completing this series of punishments, Li Luo quickly rolled off the bed and pulled the blanket over Yan Zhusheng.

Yan Zhusheng clutched the blanket, revealing a few fingers, gazing at him expectantly, then whispered, "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, I haven't gone to see Senior Sister and Chanxi yet."

"Then…"

Yan Zhusheng was about to say something when she saw Li Luo suddenly lean in and gently kiss her Bai Xi face—she froze.

"Go to sleep early, good girl."

Li Luo pinched her cheek and stroked her hair, whispering softly by her ear, "Good night."

"Mm…" Savoring Li Luo's kiss, Yan Zhusheng felt there was nothing more to say—she nodded happily, contentedly saying, "Good night~"

Li Luo turned off the bedroom light, opened the door, and turned back for one last glance.

Meeting Yan Zhusheng's wide, blinking eyes, Li Luo smiled and softly closed the door behind her.

After finishing Yan Zhusheng's punishment, Li Luo turned his gaze to the opposite room.

Xu Youyu's room was directly across from Yan Zhusheng's; after stepping out, Li Luo stood right in front of Xu Youyu's door.

Li Luo first knocked twice, then gently pushed the door open—and froze.

Because Xu Youyu's room was completely dark, no lights on.

By the dim hallway light, Li Luo saw Xu Youyu's figure lying on the bed, puzzled—he wondered if she had fallen asleep.

"Senior Sister," Li Luo whispered, "Are you asleep?"

"Not yet," came Xu Youyu's voice from the bed. "Come in."

"Should I turn on the light?"

"No…" Xu Youyu whispered, "Don't turn it on. Just come in."

"Huh?" Li Luo stepped inside, closed the door, and the room plunged into total darkness—he could barely see anything. "You're sure?"

"Just like this," came Xu Youyu's voice. A faint glow lit up near her bed—she had turned on her phone.

Though weak, it was enough for Li Luo to walk safely to the bed.

"Why not turn on the light?"

"You talk too much," Xu Youyu whispered. "Hurry up and come accept your punishment."

"I can't see anything—how am I supposed to take them off?"

"Feel," Xu Youyu teased. "You're so dumb. Get on first, then we'll talk."

Drawing on his experience with Yan Zhusheng, Li Luo didn't hesitate—he climbed onto the bed, lifted the blanket, and slipped inside.

But unlike Yan Zhusheng, who immediately clung to him, Xu Youyu unusually didn't reach out or tease him—she simply lay perfectly still.

Seeing this, Li Luo quietly relaxed—but a faint sense of disappointment lingered in his chest.

When he realized this, he chuckled inwardly, thinking he should just get this punishment over with and head to Chanxi's room.

So in the darkness, Li Luo groped his way forward, diving under the blanket, leaning over Xu Youyu's legs, his head near her abdomen, lifting the blanket into a large bulge.

As Li Luo began his actions, Xu Youyu made not a single sound, her body utterly motionless.

Only when Li Luo placed his hands on her waist, slid them down to the edge of her thigh-hugging silk stockings, and tried to pull them down, did he realize she wasn't cooperating at all—she lay rigid as a board.

Even Yan Zhusheng knew to lift her hips slightly—Xu Youyu didn't move a muscle, leaving Li Luo momentarily speechless.

He quickly whispered, "Senior Sister, lift your hips a little—I can't take them off like this."

"Mmm… who's that?"

Xu Youyu's voice came out.

But unlike what Li Luo expected, her tone sounded drowsy, as if she had just woken up.

Then she mumbled again, as if disturbed from sleep, whispering, "Honey~ It's so late, why are you still here? Go to sleep already."

Li Luo: "...?"

"Your brother and sister next door are already asleep… Let's skip tonight, okay? Don't wake them up."

Xu Youyu added softly, "Our walls aren't soundproof—if they hear, how embarrassing would that be?"

Inside the blanket, Li Luo heard Xu Youyu's words—and in an instant, it clicked: he understood what she was doing…

So she's pulling that roleplay routine again, huh?

Li Luo took a deep breath, feeling his whole body flush hot.

Compared to Yan Zhusheng's crude and simple tricks, Xu Youyu was truly unbearable.

Li Luo buried his head, silent—he feared if he spoke, she'd launch into some new scene. He just wanted to get her stockings off and escape quickly.

Otherwise, he truly feared things might spiral out of control.

But clearly, this did nothing to quell Xu Youyu's dramatic flair.

As Li Luo reached to lift her waist with one hand and pull off the stocking with the other, Xu Youyu suddenly raised both arms and yanked him up from under the blanket.

Li Luo's posture couldn't resist her force—he stumbled straight onto Xu Youyu.

"I can't do anything with you," Xu Youyu sighed softly, then whispered beside Li Luo's ear, "Help me take off my pajamas first—you've made me too hot."

Li Luo felt the texture, softer and more bouncy than when he'd pressed against Yan Zhusheng, and breathed in gently.

But he finally understood—if he didn't cooperate with his senior tonight, he might not leave this room at all.

So Li Luo extended his hand, and in the pitch-dark, carefully unbuttoned Xu Youyu's pajama top.

Xu Youyu cooperated fully, sliding off her pajamas.

Then Li Luo felt something was off.

Because after removing the thick pajamas, he touched the thin nightdress she wore underneath.

But when his fingers brushed her abdomen, they slipped through a gap, directly touching her smooth, delicate skin.

This…

"What kind of clothes are you wearing?" Li Luo whispered.

"Made especially for you…" Xu Youyu laughed softly, wrapping her arms around Li Luo's neck—then mid-sentence, her tone sharply changed, urgent and alarmed: "Who… who are you? You're not my husband! That voice…"

Li Luo: "…???"

"... You're Li Luo, right?" Xu Youyu whispered, quickly releasing his neck and pushing against his shoulders. "Where's my husband? You're his brother—how dare you come to my room at this hour? I'm your sister-in-law!"

At those words, Li Luo felt his breath freeze—he was utterly bewildered, thinking: Senior, what the hell have you been watching?!

How could she imitate it so perfectly?

That tone—Li Luo's breathing quickened, his body's physiological reactions spiraling out of control, his head throbbing.

But now that he was caught up, Li Luo didn't retreat—he reached out, clamping his hand over Xu Youyu's mouth, playing along with her scene, whispering:

"Sister-in-law, our walls aren't soundproof—you don't want anyone else to hear, do you?"

"My brother's drunk—he's passed out on the living room sofa."

"If he wakes up and sees us like this, what'll we do?"

"Let's keep it quiet."

"Mmm…" Xu Youyu struggled, swatting his hand away, whispering in surrender, "I—I get it… but what exactly are you planning?"

"What am I planning?" Li Luo's mind went hot—he reached out and pressed his hand directly onto Xu Youyu's chest. "You tell me."

"Mmm~"

Xu Youyu let out a soft moan, utterly unprepared for Li Luo's boldness—he'd already touched her.

If the lights had been on, Li Luo would've seen Xu Youyu's face flushed crimson, far from her usual calm, composed demeanor.

But now, lost in the moment, Li Luo realized his touch felt strange.

It wasn't just the nightdress fabric—it had cutouts?

Just like the cutout he'd felt on her abdomen earlier.

At that instant, Li Luo finally understood: the nightdress she wore wasn't ordinary at all—it was…

"D-Don't touch there…" Xu Youyu blushed, grabbing his hand and pulling it away.

Li Luo couldn't tell if it was his senior speaking—or the sister-in-law—but hearing her refusal, he snapped slightly back to sense, realizing he'd gone too far.

Even though the sensation had been intoxicating, Li Luo pulled his hand back, took a deep breath, and whispered: "Let me help you take off your stockings?"

"Mm…"

Xu Youyu nodded softly in response.

The next second.

Li Luo pulled back the covers, stepped two paces back, and prepared—as he had in Yan Zhusheng's room—to help Xu Youyu remove her stockings.

But two girls clearly had different habits when it came to removing stockings.

Yan Zhusheng lifted her little butt—Xu Youyu raised both legs straight up, to the vertical position.

Fortunately, the room was pitch-black; Li Luo couldn't see the sight before him.

But precisely because of the darkness, his mind filled in the scene.

As his hands traced her waist, her movements played out vividly in his imagination, making his breath uneven.

But thankfully, everything went smoothly.

He slid the stockings down her thighs with silk-like ease; when he finally finished removing them, Li Luo exhaled deeply, instinctively wiping his forehead—he felt like he'd broken a sweat.

But then Xu Youyu grabbed him and pulled him down, making him lie on the bed.

She flipped over, straddling him, propping herself up on either side, leaning close to his ear with a teasing smile: "Actually, this is the real birthday gift I prepared for you—the stockings were just an appetizer. Do you like it?"

As she spoke, Xu Youyu picked up her phone beside her, lit the screen—and a flash of light swept across her body.

In a fleeting glance, Li Luo saw a breathtaking interplay of black and white—then it vanished instantly, leaving him breathless.

"Huh? No sound? Don't you like it?"

"... I didn't see enough."

Xu Youyu chuckled softly at his voice, clearly pleased.

Then she suddenly leaned down, pressing against his chest, whispering into his ear: "My husband's always too busy with work—he never spends time with me. Tonight, I'm borrowing his brother."

Hearing that, Li Luo's heart lurched—he hadn't expected the scene to continue.

But just as Li Luo was about to lose himself again, Xu Youyu laughed softly, shifted her body slightly atop him, then immediately rolled off, curling up under the covers.

"Alright, alright—stockings off, punishment over. Go find someone else now."

Xu Youyu pulled the covers tight, leaving Li Luo stranded—leaving him agonizingly suspended.

"Senior…"

"Mm?"

"Forget it!" Li Luo took a deep breath, quickly rolled off the bed.

He had just stepped to the side of the bed, found his slippers, and put them on when Xu Youyu suddenly grabbed him and spun him around.

The next moment, Xu Youyu, wrapped in the quilt, knelt beside the bed, opened the quilt toward Li Luo, embraced him, and rolled both of them into the quilt, holding him tightly.

In that instant, Li Luo could fully feel every curve of Xu Youyu's soft body.

But Xu Youyu merely kissed him lightly on the cheek, then immediately pulled back, rolled tightly into the quilt, and laughed, saying, "The birthday gift has been delivered—happy birthday~"