Something is wrong! Something is wrong with this situation!

“My first kiss… is it really going to be taken like this? Wait… does a kiss in the simulator even count as real?”

Lin Yuxuan hesitated, her thoughts swirling as the violet-haired beauty leaned closer.

She already knew how the simulator worked—whenever important scenes came up, it would activate the “sensory mode.” Even if she had never experienced something before, her mind would still be flooded with vivid, realistic sensations.

“Now’s not the time to be thinking about that!”

[You decided to show off your amazing kissing skills!]

[A flood of emotions surged through you—helplessness, reluctance, anticipation, curiosity…]

[But just as you braced yourself for the inevitable, the kiss never came. A pale, delicate hand suddenly appeared between you, blocking the moment just in time. In an instant, a red-haired girl “teleported” into the room, interrupting the absurd game between you and the purple-haired woman.]

[The girl had golden eyes like burning flames—and right now, they were practically on fire with anger. The senior girl who was interviewing you clicked her tongue in annoyance, clearly disappointed her fun had been spoiled.]

“Tch… Mu Yue, why are you here?”

[The red-haired girl shot the violet-haired girl a sharp glare and smacked her lightly on the head.]

“If I didn’t come to check on you, this bad woman would’ve kept messing around! Explain yourself—what exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“This is an audition… Can’t you see?”the violet-haired girl replied coldly, though her tone was clearly defensive.

“Who holds auditions by making girls kiss you?! You’re just trying to take advantage!”

Annoyed, Mu Yue tried to slap her again—but the violet-haired girl dodged smoothly. After watching her leave, Mu Yue exhaled in relief and shut the door.

Mu Yue gave a quick introduction of herself, then explained who the violet-haired girl was.
She was a member of the cosplay club, temporarily handling auditions under orders from the club president, Dong Qian.
Since she wasn’t sure if the violet-haired girl would actually do her job properly, Mu Yue came to check in—and caught her misbehaving!

“Are you okay? Did she hurt you?” Mu Yue circled around you, checking you over carefully. Seeing no harm done, she finally relaxed.

You felt shy at the sudden intimacy from this unfamiliar girl. But you understood her intentions.
As she moved close, her warm, sunflower-like scent filled your nose—comforting and intoxicating.

One thing stood out, though…

[Earlier, she mentioned a name that sounded very familiar.]

“Didn’t Mu Yue mention ‘Dong Qian’ earlier? Isn’t that the same name as our class monitor?”

“Hmm? You know Dong Qian?”

After confirming they were talking about the same person, you realized something surprising—the class monitor was also the club president? That was unexpected. You hadn’t heard any rumors about that in class.

Mu Yue explained.
The anime club was a special case—it was formed by merging two nearly bankrupt clubs. Unlike other clubs, it had two presidents.
Mu Yue was the public face, while Dong Qian rarely used her title. Together, they co-managed the unique group.

Now that you understood how the club operated, one question remained: What happened with your interview?

Mu Yue offered a gentle apology.
“Sorry about that. Let me approve your application right away. You wanted to join the cosplay division, yes?”

[After confirming your choice, she quickly accepted your request.
From now on, you were officially a member of the anime club.

Once you joined, you began participating in activities immediately.
The one who had tried to seduce you earlier—Rin—was your cosplay mentor. She took you under her wing, and you learned fast, like a sponge soaking up everything.
Though she always gave off that weirdly flirtatious vibe, she was serious about teaching.

By the end of the month, you earned ¥7000.
Thanks to your stunning looks, you quickly gained a loyal fanbase. Between club events, sponsorships, and your video content, your career was taking off.
You were now a small-time influencer with 50k followers. The club helped manage your account, but the channel belonged to *you*.

You could now afford your own living expenses.
But during this busy period, you noticed—you hadn’t visited Tang Yawen in a while to practice drawing.
So this weekend, you made a decision…]

A.
Go to Tang Yawen’s house and study drawing.

B.
Film a food vlog together with Mu Yue.

C.
Visit Rin’s apartment—she said it was huge.

“So this is the classic love triangle setup, huh? Pick one, and you get their route.”

“I pick Wenwen! Definitely Wenwen!”

Yuxuan was determined to stay loyal to Teacher Wenwen!
That C option looked suspicious as hell. If she chose it, she’d probably lose something very important.
Option A was definitely the safest!

[You chose Option A.]

[Tang Yawen was happy to see you—but she seemed short on time. She had taken on an illustration commission for a game company and was swamped.
If you wanted to help, she’d gladly pay you. Once she finished this project, the two of you could spend more time together.
Still, you weren’t sure if your month-long break from drawing had dulled your skills enough to be useful.]

[Hint: To assist Tang Yawen with illustration work, you need Painting – Level 3 or higher.
You currently have Painting – Level 2.
This task is beyond your current capabilities.]

[Even though you tried your best to help, your clumsy attempts mostly ended up causing more trouble than aid.
You had no idea where to start when it came to drawing game character designs—after all, you hadn’t learned that part yet.
Still, Tang Yawen sincerely thanked you for trying.]

[Back at the anime club, Mu Yue didn’t hold a grudge over your previous refusal to film with her.
She assumed you had been busy and welcomed you back warmly.]

[Together, you and Mu Yue cooked fried chicken and homemade cola. Though you were new to cooking, the steps were simple and Mu Yue taught patiently.
Your joint video blew up with over 300k views! (Your bond with Mu Yue deepened.)]

“Ahh? Why do I feel like something bad is about to happen again?”

Nope. Something was definitely off.

This situation felt… wrong.

Very, very wrong.