Mythical beast White Tiger

“Xiaoyou, wake up. Don’t you have your checkup today?”

“Uh… no… wanna sleep a little more…”

Su Xiaoyou mumbled in her sleep, tightening her grip around Yang Yuan even more.

It took Yang Yuan a great deal of effort to shake awake the girl, who clung to him like an octopus in deep slumber.

His arm had gone half-numb from the pressure. After last night’s intense session, they must have fallen asleep tangled together like this.

This weekend had originally been planned for a full day of dates with Su Xiaoyou, but the Control Center had suddenly sent a notice yesterday requiring her to attend a “Stability Reassessment” at their headquarters.

In short, a full physical and ability evaluation for evolved users whose powers were still unstable.

“If you don’t get up now, we’ll be late.”

Yang Yuan had no choice but to use his ultimate tactic—tickling Su Xiaoyou’s most sensitive spots.

“Ah! That tickles!”

Laughing, Su Xiaoyou squirmed away, yawning as she finally sat up, now fully awake.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Yang Yuan asked, still a little uneasy.

“No need! I heard the process is long, with all kinds of tests.”

“You’d just be waiting outside anyway. You stay home and wait for me, okay?”

After brushing her teeth and changing, Su Xiaoyou was all set. But she stopped at the entrance, tilting her face up, eyes closed, and puckering her lips.

Yang Yuan leaned down—he knew just one kiss would give this girl a perfect start to her day.

But Su Xiaoyou wasn’t satisfied with just that. She reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and deepened the kiss. It lasted so long that they only broke apart when both were breathless.

“Alright, I’m off!”

Su Xiaoyou happily licked her lips, savoring the sweetness.

“Be careful on the way.”

After sending off his clingy childhood friend, Yang Yuan returned to the living room and sat on the sofa—only for his phone to vibrate immediately.

“Yang Yuan, are you free today?”

He suddenly remembered—he had agreed to Li Yu’an’s invitation earlier to help her pick out the custom outfit.

He quickly replied, “I’m free. I can come now.”

Soon, Li Yu’an sent an address.

Following the navigation, Yang Yuan felt like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

“No wonder she’s a top-tier hero—her place is this luxurious.”

He passed through smoothly, the elevator doors opening directly onto Li Yu’an’s private entrance.

But unexpectedly, the door wasn’t fully closed—just slightly ajar.

After a moment’s hesitation, Yang Yuan gently pushed it open.

“Li Yu’an? I’m here. Are you home?”

No one answered.

Puzzled, he stepped in and changed into the slippers by the entrance.

Her home matched his expectations—minimalist modern style.

Walls, floors, furniture—all in pure white or light gray. The space felt expansive, but also cold and lifeless.

The spacious living room was empty, making Yang Yuan feel awkward and out of place.

Just as he was about to take out his phone to contact her, the door to a bedroom cracked open.

Li Yu’an peeked out, half her face visible. Her hair was still damp, and she wore a faintly apologetic expression.

“You came so fast… I just finished my shower. Please wait in the living room—I haven’t changed yet.”

With that, she closed the door again.

Yang Yuan had no idea what she was doing in there. He obediently sat on the leather sofa, feeling strangely like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Time passed.

Just as he was about to get up, the bedroom door creaked open.

“Yang Yuan, close your eyes first.”

Though confused, Yang Yuan obeyed and shut his eyes.

He heard the door open, then bare feet stepping softly on the floor, approaching him until they stopped right in front of him.

A scent of body wash and delicate perfume filled his nose.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

Li Yu’an’s voice held a subtle mix of nervousness and shyness.

When Yang Yuan opened his eyes and saw her, his breath caught in his throat.

This Li Yu’an was nothing like the Saintess he knew—the one who always wore conservative, casual clothes.

She stood before him in a pink-and-white JK school uniform.

Her top was a neatly tailored white short-sleeve blouse, with a cute pink bowtie at the collar.

The bottom was a short pink plaid skirt that barely reached mid-thigh.

Most striking were her long, slender legs, clad in pure white knee-high socks.

The snug fabric hugged her thighs, pressing soft flesh into a subtle curve—so enticing that Yang Yuan couldn’t look away.

The outfit was pure kawaii, but on Li Yu’an—a tall, elegant woman with a cold aura—it created a powerful contrast.

Sweetness and sensuality clashed perfectly, blending into something uniquely alluring.

“How… how do I look?”

Li Yu’an fidgeted, tugging at her too-short skirt, her eyes darting away from his.

“This is my first time… wearing something like this.”

Inside, she was regretting her decision. Yang Yuan had arrived too quickly—she hadn’t had time to prepare properly, didn’t want to keep him waiting.

In a rush, she’d thrown on the new outfit, forgetting to even wear underwear.

The skirt was scandalously short. One wrong move, and everything would be exposed.

Yang Yuan swallowed hard.

In the past, used to Su Xiaoyou’s top-tier cuteness, he might have calmly said, “Not bad.”

But now, faced with this Li Yu’an—radiating charm, overflowing with contrast—he couldn’t hold back his praise.

“You look… beautiful,” he said sincerely.

“No—more than beautiful. Perfect. It suits you so well.”

Hearing his unreserved compliment, Li Yu’an’s cheeks flushed.

She wanted to turn and show him the back view, but her foot caught on the edge of the carpet.

“Ah!”

She cried out, losing balance, and fell backward.

A dull thud echoed as she landed hard on her backside.

“Ow…”

Rubbing her sore butt, she looked up—only to find Yang Yuan staring at her with a look of utter shock, almost frozen in place.

“Oh no… I’ve completely exposed myself…”