No, sister?!

[System: Simulation Start!

Your bond with Yawen quickly deepened.
You were always together, inseparable—a pair many envied.
Deep down, you could sense that her feelings for you went beyond mere friendship.

But for you, this was a good thing—it would only make your plan easier to carry out.

You acted incredibly gentle and understanding—perhaps even *too* understanding.
You started inviting her over to spend the night.
You often offered her your collection of “honey pomelo tea.”
Although it tasted somewhat bitter, it was also sweet in its own way.]

Wait, is this tea bitter or sweet?! Make up your mind! Contradictory literature, much?

And you, Yawen! Don’t believe anything this version of me in the simulator says—not even a single punctuation mark!

[The games between you became increasingly diverse.
You treated her like your very own “dress-up doll.”
Nurse uniforms, school sailor outfits, sexy office wear, bunny costumes, police uniforms—you kept pushing her limits.
She had a slender frame, and while her bust wasn’t as generous as yours, it was still quite nice—just enough to pull off those seductive looks.

But it wasn’t enough.
You wanted her to publicly admit she was your pet—you were driven by vanity, eager to show off your prized “toy.”
Yet she refused outright. That was her final line.

You were furious.
Your “toy” dared to defy you?!
You had to crush this rebellion immediately, or risk losing control completely.

Opportunity came quickly—her birthday arrived.
You decided to invite a few friends to celebrate with her.
And this time… you planned to make your final move!

This was the first time anyone had ever celebrated Tang Yawen’s birthday.
Growing up, she’d never been valued at home.
At school, she had no friends.
The time she spent with you was the happiest of her life.
For the first time, she felt truly seen, truly cared for.
Even though you’d teased her before, she saw it all as playful banter between close lovers—nothing worth holding onto.

You were popular in class, with many friends.
You invited them all to celebrate her birthday at her house.
You made her feel “seen”—something she’d barely experienced growing up.
You were the first person who truly cherished her.
And now, she loved you even more.

Since middle school, Tang Yawen had been working part-time as an artist.
She had a small but loyal following in the doujinshi community.
One of her biggest fans wanted to personally celebrate her birthday.
Yawen asked for your opinion.
You had to decide…

A.
My pet’s birthday should only be celebrated by me!

B.
Let her come. As long as Yawen enjoys her birthday, it’s fine.

C.
Hehehe… Tang Yawen, surely you wouldn’t want your little fan to miss your birthday, right?
I’ll agree… if you promise me one little favor.]

Yuxuan stared at the options, stunned for a moment.

Why are you being so mean even on someone’s birthday?!
The version of me in this simulator is just too cruel!
Why hasn’t she been stabbed yet?!

And what’s wrong with this simulator anyway?!
Just when we finally get a choice, it gives us such weird options again!
It’s literally forcing me to be evil!

Back then I had no choice—but now, I want to be kind!

Lin Yuxuan chose Option B.
Her kind heart simply couldn’t bear to keep hurting poor Yawen.

No matter what, I’ll pick this option.
At least let her enjoy her birthday peacefully.

[You chose Option B]

[Tang Yawen’s fan was a red-haired girl—an energetic, cheerful beauty.
Her stunning looks caught your attention the moment you met.

Shy, socially anxious Tang Yawen had never met a fan in person before.
She was nervous, awkward, even hiding behind you from time to time.
Eventually, with your help, she managed to talk to her young fan.

The fan’s name was Mu Yue.
She first discovered Tang Yawen’s work on Rat and Anime Paradise.
After seeing Yawen’s doujinshi, she became obsessed with her unique art style.]

A memory surfaced in Yuxuan’s mind—“Rat” was a social media app in this world,
and “Anime Paradise” was a platform for viewing adult comics.

Oh wow… so Tang Yawen was actually a doujinshi artist!

[Interestingly, Mu Yue initially thought you were the famous “White-Haired Wenwen.”
Based on the pen name and the content of the works, you seemed like the most likely candidate.

Hearing that, you grew curious.
What exactly had Tang Yawen drawn?
You’d heard rumors before, but never really checked her work out.
This time, you wanted to see—only to be politely brushed off by Yawen.
Since you were trying to play the role of a gentle older sister in front of Mu Yue, you didn’t push too hard.

The guests arrived, and the party began.
You had prepared plenty of cocktails especially for the occasion.
Before long, you successfully got Tang Yawen drunk.
Seeing her dazed and helpless state, you smirked—this was your moment.

Quietly, you picked up Tang Yawen’s phone and unlocked it with your fingerprint.
After spending so much time together, you had already made her register your fingerprint on her device.
You showed your closest friends some of the photos stored inside—most of them were secret pictures Yawen had taken of you.
You didn’t explain much, and since everyone believed you and Yawen were close friends, they didn’t think much of it.

The party ended happily, with everyone leaving satisfied.
After sending your friends off in taxis, you looked at the sleeping figures of Mu Yue and Tang Yawen—and an idea formed in your mind.
You decided to act on it.
You had to choose…

A.
Take advantage of the unconscious Tang Yawen—she was too easy to bully.

B.
Gently take care of the drunk Mu Yue—you wanted to leave a good impression on this girl.

C.
Both of them? Why not! Let’s have fun with both!]

Huh…?!

Yuxuan stared at the choices and fell silent for a moment.

Why is every option about bullying Tang Yawen again?!

And when a new character shows up, suddenly I’m supposed to be gentle and caring?!

Such a double standard!

But unlike the version of her inside the simulator, Lin Yuxuan was a genuinely kind-hearted person in real life.

“I’ll go with B. At least try to be good for once.
It’s definitely not ladylike to do ‘weird things’ to someone while they’re passed out~”

[You chose Option B]

[You gently took care of the drunk Mu Yue.
You didn’t send her home—you didn’t know where she lived.
Instead, you carried her to bed.
You could feel her warm breath and the soft scent of youth.
Mu Yue was small and delicate, her body soft and tender.
As you held her, you found yourself reluctant to let go.]

Wait, seriously?!
Is this getting a little too suggestive?!