Intimate practical teaching

“Ah Yuan, you… you’re going to become a hero?”

When Yang Yuan told Su Xiaoyou everything about his meeting with the Prophet, the girl looked up in shock, unable to believe her ears.

“Not exactly a formal hero. More like a special talent recruitment.”

Recalling his conversation with Luo Jinghong, she had indeed wanted him to join the hero ranks directly.

But Yang Yuan had no desire to draw that much attention. In the end, they reached a compromise.

He would join as a “special consultant” for the Hero Center—excluded from the official hero rankings, yet granted high freedom and access to classified information.

“I might be working at the Hero Center from now on,” Yang Yuan added.

“Being a hero… won’t that be dangerous? Then again, maybe I should go with you.”

Su Xiaoyou’s arms instinctively tightened around Yang Yuan’s waist.

She wouldn’t stop him from making his choice, but the word “hero” was inherently tied to danger.

“Don’t worry. I’m not a combat-type ability user. There won’t be any real danger.”

“And everything I’m doing… it’s all to change our future.”

“Our… future.”

All of Su Xiaoyou’s fears melted away at those words.

As the two sat in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth and tenderness of the moment, Yang Yuan’s phone vibrated in his pocket.

Reluctantly breaking the peace, he pulled it out and unlocked the screen.

There it was—another message from Li Yu’an.

Ever since Yang Yuan had messaged her first, it was as if he’d flipped a strange switch inside her.

The usually cold and aloof Saintess had transformed into a completely different person in private.

Every day, Yang Yuan’s phone was bombarded with her so-called “weirdo videos”—fan-made clips of the Mu Gui Zi band, or “Hakimi” songs with people shouting “Mambo!”

He never knew how to respond, so he always replied with a single [Facepalm] emoji.

But this time, Li Yu’an’s message wasn’t weird at all.

“We made the recommendation list. That cloak turned out pretty well.”

Below the message was a link to a short video platform.

Curious, Yang Yuan tapped it. The page loaded instantly, and a video appeared on screen.

The thumbnail showed the exact moment at the event when Yang Yuan had placed the pink cloak on Li Yu’an’s shoulders.

The title, in bold letters, read:

[High Sweetness Alert! This Year’s Best Couple Revealed! Full Review of the “Stellar Magic Girl” Champion Pair’s Sugar-Coated Moments!]

“?”

A chill shot up his spine. Yang Yuan could already picture the horror if Su Xiaoyou saw this video—read “best couple,” “sugar-coated moments”—and the consequences that would follow.

This cozy little apartment would likely turn into a blood-soaked crime scene in seconds.

“What are you looking at, Ah Yuan? Just standing there like a statue.”

Su Xiaoyou’s curious voice came from beside him. She had already leaned in, trying to peek at the phone screen.

Yang Yuan’s reflexes kicked in. With lightning speed, he swiped the screen, advancing to the next video.

A cooking tutorial appeared—how to make braised pork.

“Just scrolling. This red-cooked meat looks good. I’ll make it for you next time.”

He spoke calmly, but his heart was pounding like a drum.

“I’ll go take a shower now. I feel sticky.”

“Alright, go ahead.”

Only after hearing the shower turn on and the sound of running water did Yang Yuan finally exhale.

He realized his back was soaked with cold sweat.

“No… this has to be dealt with completely.”

On tiptoes, he crept to the bed and picked up Su Xiaoyou’s phone from the nightstand.

For convenience, both of them had registered each other’s fingerprints on their phones.

What was once a symbol of intimacy had now become a lifeline.

He opened her short video apps one by one, fingers flying across the screen.

First, he found the official account of the “Stellar Magic Girl Carnival” through the video’s uploader info.

Once confirmed, he immediately blocked the account and set it to “never recommend content from this creator.”

Then he returned to the search bar and typed in every keyword he could think of: “couple,” “kiss,” “event champion,” “magic girl,” “best partner.”

With gritted teeth, he marked every related video as “not interested.”

Even after finishing, he wasn’t satisfied. Algorithms were unpredictable—what if one day it slipped through again?

Holding the phone, brow furrowed, he kept thinking—was there a permanent solution?

He was so deep in thought that he didn’t notice how much time had passed.

Until a warm, soft body pressed against his back from behind.

“What are you doing with my phone, Ah Yuan?”

Su Xiaoyou had just finished her shower. Wrapped only in a towel, she stood behind him, radiating warmth, the scent of shower gel filling the air.

Yang Yuan jumped, nearly dropping the phone.

In his panic, his thumb slipped—swiping the screen and advancing to a new video.

A suggestive background tune began to play.

“Want him to be unable to resist you? Learn these three moves and make him fall hopelessly in love…”

On screen, a content creator was demonstrating intimate techniques and positions with heavily implied gestures and tone.

The situation turned awkward instantly.

Su Xiaoyou peered over his shoulder and saw the video.

Instead of getting angry, she wore a mischievous, intrigued smile.

“Ah Yuan, using my phone to secretly search for these naughty things… what were you planning to do?”

“I… it’s not like that! It was an accident…”

Yang Yuan stammered, mind blank, completely unable to explain.

But Su Xiaoyou spoke up, saving him.

“I get it.”

“You want to try the new moves from the video with me, don’t you?”

Under her eager gaze, he couldn’t bring himself to say no.

He knew that if he denied it, she’d keep asking what he was really doing.

Faced with two bad choices, he chose the lesser evil—stiffly, he nodded.

“Yay!”

Su Xiaoyou cheered, then right in front of Yang Yuan, let go of the towel around her.

It slipped to the carpet with a soft, suggestive rustle.

Fresh from the shower, her flawless body glistened with droplets—fully exposed, unashamed.

In the next second, she lunged forward, tackling Yang Yuan onto the soft bed.

“Then… let’s start with the first lesson.”

She leaned down, her warm, wet lips pressing against his. Following the video step by step, she began tonight’s “practical tutorial.”

****

Meanwhile, at Li Yu’an’s home.

Li Yu’an was still staring at the chat window, her heart filled with confusion.

“Why… did Yang Yuan read my message but not reply?”

“Could it be… he’s preparing a surprise for our meeting tomorrow?”