Xia Mengying’s Dream Come True

However, at this moment, Qing Zixi had not yet noticed anything unusual about Xia Mengying.

The difficulty with this garment lay in finding the right way to wear it. After Xia Mengying’s prompt, Qing Zixi naturally draped the white robes over herself, securely tying the white satin ribbon around her waist, and thus, the outfit was complete.

“There,” she declared.

Qing Zixi turned to Xia Mengying, her eyes narrowing slightly as she approached. With one hand, she deftly grasped Xia Mengying’s wrist, lifting it, while the other gently pinched her chin, tilting it upward. She cast a playful, condescending gaze down at her, a small smirk curving her lips.

“Open your eyes and see, now. Who’s in charge here~?”

Exhilarating!

Delightful!

Thrilling!

Qing Zixi had always yearned for a day when she could pin her “good” sisters against a wall, mock them face-to-face, and then return every single one of their past actions in kind. She longed to see them seething with rage, yet utterly powerless to resist…

‘Hmm?’

‘Eh!’

*Pop~ Bounce~*

‘What was pressing up against her…?’

A sensation like an electric current suddenly surged through her. Qing Zixi felt as though she was being squeezed and jostled, a faint ache accompanying a strange feeling of something rising upward and converging downward, rapidly spreading throughout her body.

Qing Zixi’s balance faltered, and she swiftly slid down into a ‘duck sit’ position, kneeling on the ground.

Then, she saw it: her ample chest was being kneaded like dough.

“What are you doing?!”

“The feel, the feel is so good, little sister Xi! Much better than my own!”

A flush of crimson swiftly crept up Qing Zixi’s pretty face. The tables had turned, and after being dominant for mere seconds, she immediately crumpled to the ground.

“Stop, go knead your own! Now, you have to call me sis—ah~”

As the pink-haired loli’s fingers precisely manipulated her ‘dough,’ Qing Zixi immediately bit her lip, enduring the sensation. Her hands, meanwhile, were utterly powerless.

Xia Mengying had always dreamed of a day when she could see her good sister wanting to speak but unable to, finding pleasure yet forced to bite her lip and endure.

It was like watching someone who appeared to be a helpless little loli, yet managed to launch a successful sneak attack, doing outrageous things to a tall, icy, stoic fairy. Xia Mengying envisioned her sister’s face flushing crimson, brows furrowed, biting her lip in endurance, striving to keep silent to uphold some semblance of dignity. Finally, her pretty face would be utterly red, eyes moist at the corners, cherry lips trembling, as she uttered one or two words in a cool voice, begging for mercy~

“Don’t…”

“Stop it…”

“No~…”

It seemed today wasn’t Qing Zixi’s day at all, but rather Xia Mengying’s dream come true.

****

*Ding-dong~*

The doorbell rang. Although a full ten minutes had passed, Xia Mengying reluctantly released her hold. Just as Qing Zixi was about to collapse, Xia Mengying supported her slender waist and led her to the door to open it.

“H-hello there, your delivery. Please leave a good review…”

The delivery girl outside immediately averted her gaze upon seeing the two. She stretched out her arm, handed over the package, then swiftly turned and closed the door.

‘They must be sisters.’

‘H-how could there be such a cute younger sister, and such an… alluring older sister?’

Though it was only a fleeting glimpse, the girl had still caught sight of the one clad in white, like a ethereal fairy untouched by mortal dust. Yet, on her ice-cold face and within her eyes, a peculiar blush seemed to bloom, making the girl, who should have instinctively kept her distance, find her alluring in a contrasting way… almost tempting one to commit a transgression.

The short child beside her must be her younger sister, looking like a primary or middle school student. To be so young yet so well-developed, and the older sister too! ‘Ah, if only I had their family’s genes,’ she mused.

The girl patted her own flat chest, sighing with a mix of envy and longing, before continuing on to her next delivery.

****

“Little sister Xi, it’s all your favorites~”

After opening the meal boxes on the table, Xia Mengying leaned closer, studying Qing Zixi’s profile.

‘Hmm, still so perfectly flawless!’

‘To think, to think that my fantasies would actually come true one day!’

Indeed, the impetus behind developing that potion was Qing Zixi’s very existence.

A long, long time ago, Qing Zixi fell gravely ill, lying weak on her sickbed. At that time, the Qing family had not yet declined, and despite summoning every available doctor, none could cure her.

Watching her childhood friend grow weaker by the day, young Xia Mengying suddenly comprehended something profound.

The law of death, governing this world.

People would slowly weaken, she realized, fading away like blossoms. No external force could intervene; one could only watch, utterly helpless.

From that day forward, Xia Mengying resolved that she would never again stand by idly, watching those she cared for slowly wither and perish, powerless to stop it.

Thankfully, Qing Zixi eventually recovered. Gradually, Xia Mengying’s “filial piety began to warp.” She started wondering what Qing Zixi would look like ten years later, after growing up and undergoing a gender transformation—would she be breathtakingly beautiful? It was with this thought that she created the potion.

‘Ah~ My dream has come true~’

Qing Zixi paid no mind to the girl beside her, who was lost in a flurry of internal thoughts. Instead, she leaned forward slightly, eating to replenish the strength she had lost from being subjected to such ‘mischief.’

“How is it? Is it tasty? Even though it’s takeout, I know the owner of this place. It’s absolutely clean, hygienic, and tastes great!”

Seeing Xia Mengying strike up a conversation beside her, Qing Zixi simply nodded.

“Mm.”

It was quite good. Although Qing Zixi had grown up in a prominent family, she hadn’t developed any finicky tastes. And as for dietary restrictions…

She glanced at the beef noodles, her main dish. It contained neither cilantro nor chopped green onions.

‘Indeed, those were her only aversions…’

“Oh, right, and the fruit tea? This shop is quite popular for it too.”

“It’s good.”

“Um, is there anything else you’d like to eat? Oh, and later, should we go for a stroll through the commercial district?”

“We’ll see.”

Qing Zixi quietly savored her meal. She had long grown accustomed to Xia Mengying’s solicitous inquiries, simply nodding in response. Then, a new question arose.

“T-then, well, you see, it’s getting dark quite early now. How about you stay over for another night?”

The dagger was finally revealed!

Qing Zixi instantly looked over, her gaze wary. She lowered her head slightly, drew a sharp breath, and then turned away.

Due to their height difference, they usually sat upright during conversations, looking into each other’s eyes. Now, however, Qing Zixi could only look down at Xia Mengying.

This naturally filled her with an immense sense of superiority. Yet, as she lowered her head, her gaze fell not only on a pink head of hair but also on two plump, white mounds…

She was no pervert! Even if she had been a boy before, she certainly didn’t possess the mental fortitude to stare at her elder sister without blushing or her heart racing.

Although, deep down, a tiny spark of anticipation had indeed flickered, Qing Zixi was the type to dare to dream but never dare to act.

“I don’t think so.”

Doing her best to conceal the slight panic in her heart, Qing Zixi merely gave a light cough, her gaze lowered, and coldly refused Xia Mengying.