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“Let’s eat first.”

Ji Yue led her to the dining area. Unlike the ultra-long table Luo You had imagined, the dining table was a perfectly normal family-style one, seating five or six people.

It seemed Ji Yue had never even considered the possibility of more than a dozen people eating at her place.

“Woo~~ It smells so good! Did you hire a chef, Little Aunt?”

“I stewed the dishes in the kitchen. All made by me.”

“Little Aunt cooked personally?!”

Luo You couldn’t help craning her neck to peek into the kitchen.

Wow! Little Aunt in an apron! New CG unlocked!

What a pity—Jiuming Sea had a perennial winter climate, so Ji Yue was dressed quite warmly. Even with the apron, it fell far short of Luo You’s expectations.

How she longed to see Little Aunt on a sweltering day, wearing a thin blouse tied with an apron, clothes soaked through with sweat!

Going even bolder in her fantasies, Little Aunt in thirty or forty-degree heat, cooking in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron, drenched in sweat while making food for her…

“Y-You, what are you thinking about?” Ji Yue asked.

“Eh! Nothing, just that you look really good in an apron, Little Aunt.”

Luo You hurriedly reined in her wild delusions.

She absolutely had to unlock this CG with Little Aunt someday!

After ten minutes or so, Ji Yue brought out three dishes. While untying her apron, she said, “It won’t be worse than a Michelin three-star. Try it.”

“Mhm.”

Luo You took a bite.

She didn’t really understand Michelin three-star standards—good was good enough. Little Aunt’s cooking was far better than she’d imagined.

“Mmm, delicious! As expected of Little Aunt!”

Luo You wiggled her feet clad in white stockings, then, utterly baffled, stretched them forward and placed them on Ji Yue’s legs across the table.

“?”

Ji Yue glanced down, then looked up again. She said nothing, tacitly allowing the action.

And that counted as getting angry?

Luo You was starting to wonder why Ji Yue had invited her over.

Wasn’t it because she’d been wronged by Herrera and wanted revenge on me?

“What’s wrong, Little Aunt? Is there something under the table?” Luo You asked with a beaming smile.

“Nothing. Feels like a breeze.”

Ji Yue remained impassive and didn’t call her out. Instead, she asked, “What brings you to Jiuming Sea? If you need anything, I can help.”

“Just some gym business. Nothing big. But enough about me—Little Aunt, these past few days you were gone… did Herrera…?”

Ji Yue made a rather indelicate gesture.

Ji Yue’s eyebrow twitched. The memories from the past few days assaulted her mind again. It took great effort to suppress her anger as she responded in a low voice:

“…Yes.”

“No way? It’s all my fault for letting you suffer, Little Aunt…”

Under the table, Luo You continued entwining Ji Yue’s legs with her white-socked little feet, like a coiling snake—soft, relentless, threading silkily.

Above the table, however, her face was full of self-reproach as she asked, “Is there anything I can do for you, Little Aunt?”

“Hmm… Let me think.”

On the surface, Ji Yue appeared to ponder. Under the table, she suddenly clamped down hard on the white-stockinged feet that had been groping everywhere.

Luo You jolted from the sudden movement.

Then she felt her feet being kneaded and squeezed between Little Aunt’s legs. Even if she wanted to pull back, she couldn’t. Slowly, her cheeks flushed a faint red.

“So… stimulating…”

Nothing was exposed. At a glance, it looked like nothing more than good buddies or besties playfully teasing each other. Yet between them, it carried an inexplicable erotic charge.

It was as if what was happening under the table foreshadowed the outcome where she would soon be mercilessly crushed by Little Aunt.

At that moment, Ji Yue finally gave her answer.

“Yes… Since you’re so eager to do something for me, stay the night.”

“Eh!?”

On the surface, Luo You feigned shock, but inside, she was thrilled.

‘Little Aunt, oh Little Aunt… you’re finally willing to reveal your true nature in front of me!’

“Stay the night? But what about Zining…?”

“I’ll tell her.”

“What exactly will we do if I stay?”

Ji Yue didn’t answer, only gazing at her silently.

“Alright, that was a dumb question.”

Luo You quietly resumed eating.

A moment later, having nearly finished, Luo You instinctively started to get up and wash her hands in the bathroom—only to realize her feet were still trapped in Ji Yue’s grip. She couldn’t pull them free.

“Um, Little Aunt, I can’t move…”

Across from her, Ji Yue continued chewing slowly. “Hm? What, did your legs suddenly go paralyzed?”

“No, it’s because you, Little Aunt…”

“If your legs won’t move, just sit for a bit. Maybe you ate too much.”

‘So she wants to keep things like this?’ Luo You thought.

Who would’ve thought Little Aunt could be this aggressive? My little feet are practically being molded into Little Aunt’s shape!

Luo You stealthily took out her phone and aimed it under the table. Snap.

Yeah, just looking at it is pretty hot.

The white stockings caught in the clamp—flawless, symmetrical, so pale.

In the photo, one slender, straight leg extended to the other side. A pair of small feet vanished beneath Little Aunt’s black-stockinged thighs, only their outlines visible—like being shackled in black restraints. It carried a cruel, atmospheric vibe. Special.

Time to post, time to post~~~

Luo You had a hunch this tweet would blow up even more than the last.

She posted it immediately and clicked in to view.

“Went to big sis’s house for dinner, played with fire by seducing her with my white-stockinged little feet, and got devoured by big sis! Still waiting for big sis to finish eating—guess after that, it’ll be my turn to get eaten~”

[Photo attached]

“Waa! So hot!” Liyun covered her eyes.

Even Liyun, who wasn’t into feet, couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild upon seeing the photo. She fantasized about what might happen next if she were the one clamping Luo Youyou’s little feet.

…

Hold on, something’s off?

Wasn’t Luo You supposed to be meeting Ji Yue? How did it turn into this?

Liyun’s memory of this “Little Aunt” was hazy. It had been over seven years since they last met—back when Little Aunt was just a senior in high school. So much time had passed that even if she stood right in front of Liyun now, she probably wouldn’t recognize her.

All she remembered was that this Little Aunt seemed very meticulous and didn’t talk much. Back then, Liyun had only interacted with her a handful of times.

Liyun was incredibly curious—what exactly had happened to lead Luo You and Little Aunt into such a taboo scenario?

But then she thought it through.

Little Aunt probably knew about Luo You’s weird fetish.

Always roping big sisters into taking strange photos for her tweets—how did all those “big sisters” besides herself put up with it?

[E-Eh? Wait, what if I’m the only fake one and everyone else is real?]

Liyun startled herself. Had she unknowingly been massively shortchanged?

“No, no, no—Luo You said she’s not that kind of person. I should trust her!”

…

“I’m done eating.”

“Oh, oh…” Luo You tried to pull her feet back—and succeeded.

Her long-imprisoned feet were sore, and because Ji Yue had clamped so tightly, the sudden release sent blood rushing in. The tingling numbness was so intense she could barely stand.

“Now’s your chance, Little Aunt—if you’re gonna make a move on me!”

Luo You stared straight at her.

Little Aunt stood up!

Little Aunt put on her apron!

Little Aunt went to wash the dishes!

…Done washing?

Luo You sat blankly in her chair.

Ten minutes later, Ji Yue returned, drying her hands, and asked, “Waited long? Are you tired today?”

“Not tired!” Luo You answered instantly.

“…Right. I was going to say, if you’re tired, you can shower first. I’ll explain how the bath works.”

Tch! Too hasty!

Luo You pouted, but didn’t want to seem too deliberate.

…Actually, being deliberate might not be so bad?

You already did all sorts of things to my feet—your intentions are crystal clear!

“Ah, look at the time. I really should shower.”

Luo You said in a coy voice, “Little Aunt, I didn’t bring a change of clothes. Can I borrow some of yours?”

“Sure, I’ll get them.”

“Something you’ve worn before, please~~”

“Get lost.”

“Ah, okay.”

Luo You shrugged, taking it as Little Aunt being shy. Under Ji Yue’s guidance, she entered the bathroom.

Ji Yue stared at the closed bathroom door, her gaze burning.

“…So far, nothing gives it away. Let me think—if she really is Herrera, what would she do next? Simply wait to be touched? No, that’s not enough proof… If only I could find out where she was active in Jiuming Sea today.”

Ji Yue did want to probe for slip-ups through conversation.

But with Herrera’s meticulous mind, she would surely realize that one careless word would expose her intentions completely.

Ji Yue knew her current actions were like walking a tightrope at ten thousand meters without any safety gear—one misstep, and she’d spend the rest of her life twisted up by Herrera, never getting the chance to leak her secret.

So she could only probe in ways she could detect but the other absolutely wouldn’t notice.

For now, she couldn’t think of any way to crack Luo Youyou’s disguise.

And she still wasn’t sure if the other was Herrera.

Until then, she’d start with a soft approach, gradually raising her favorability.

The more they interacted, the higher the chance of revealing a flaw. Through day-to-day accumulation, she’d uncover the cracks.