The Perils of Being the ‘Boss’

Xia Mengying spread her hands, a gesture of helplessness. She had experienced this exact sensation during her earlier experiments on herself: a complete blackout. After that, she had ceased to invest further research efforts into this particular potion.

While the ability to manipulate hair promised immense efficiency in both professional and personal spheres, Xia Mengying still preferred the tangible act of creation with her own hands.

Yet, as she observed Qing Zixi lying beside her, an uneasy expression on her face, a sudden idea sparked in her mind.

If this research truly succeeded, wouldn’t she be able to bind Qing Zixi’s hands and feet, and then relentlessly tickle her with her own hair?

The thought alone was amusing.

To Qing Zixi, the ideas swirling in Xia Mengying’s mind were brimming with malice. She noticed Xia Mengying’s scrutinizing gaze, like a predator sizing up its prey, and couldn’t help but shiver involuntarily.

“What wicked ideas are you cooking up now? I, I really want to sleep soundly today!”

If yesterday’s events were to repeat, Qing Zixi felt certain she would be utterly ruined.

Even now, simply lying in bed, pressed against Xia Mengying, she felt a strange itch deep within her heart.

This sensation, she decided, must be attributed to her original self.

Indeed, what young boy, lying in bed with a voluptuous loli sister and another sister who resembled a mermaid, could possibly remain calm?

Though her inner self was slowly becoming more girlish at an imperceptible rate, Qing Zixi still attributed everything to her former self.

“It’s nothing, really, oh, what malicious intentions could I possibly have~?”

As Xia Mengying spoke, she nuzzled and rubbed against Qing Zixi’s lap. Witnessing this, Lan Mengyao grew a little anxious. She pulled Qing Zixi’s arm, burying it between her own ample breasts.

“Though we are good sisters, I won’t allow you to monopolize Sister Xi, you know!?”

It was the familiar tug-of-war, and as always, neither woman paid any mind to Qing Zixi, who was caught in the middle.

However, things were different now!

If it were her original self, she would undoubtedly be wantonly kneaded like a plush toy. But the current her was different!

Qing Zixi hadn’t entirely given up or let herself go. Although the photoshoot had consumed some stamina, it merely involved standing and striking simple poses. These two, however, had been bustling about for half a day, surely more exhausted than she was.

Furthermore, under the influence of that aromatherapy, Qing Zixi felt her head spinning and her body lacking strength. They must be even more so!

Therefore, when the two attempted to make a move on her, Qing Zixi swiftly straightened up, and with a swift motion, she leapt onto Lan Mengyao. Her right hand pressed down on Xia Mengying’s small head, pushing her down onto the bed with a plop.

“Hmph, so weak. Honestly, you two are so weak. Do you know who’s boss now? And you still thought you could fight over me?”

A surge of pride welled up from the depths of Qing Zixi’s heart.

She had just subdued two older sisters who had been eyeing her covetously in an instant. ‘Could I really be this amazing?’

Oh my goodness, this was practically ‘Me in my ideal form.jpg’.

However, she was unaware that these two had no intention of resisting.

Lan Mengyao, pinned beneath her, reached out and placed her hand on Qing Zixi’s tender, smooth thigh. Her pale blue eyes stared intently at her.

“So considerate of your sisters. Want to move yourself tonight?”

Xia Mengying, muffled in the quilt, spoke in a somewhat subdued voice.

“If it’s Little Sister Xi, it’s not entirely out of the question~”

‘G-ghost, who would do such a thing? I’m not a pervert!’

Qing Zixi swore on her chastity that she was a positive, optimistic, and cheerful person, with no bad habits and a normal sexual orientation. Under normal circumstances, she would absolutely not be interested in girls.

This was merely, merely to establish who was the boss of the household.

From her vantage point, Qing Zixi earnestly lectured her two older sisters.

“Look, you two are already adults, not young anymore. What’s with always clinging to your little sister? You should go out, broaden your horizons, find true love. A wider future awaits you.”

“But…”

With wide eyes, they earnestly gazed into Qing Zixi’s red pupils.

“Our true love is right before our eyes.”

‘This was not normal, absolutely not normal.’

Xia Mengying was either drugging her or on her way to drug her every day. Lan Mengyao even more so; her insomnia was caused by Lan Mengyao’s piano playing. How could these two possibly see her as their true love?

‘And though she didn’t want to admit it… she was now a genuine girl. How could there be romance between girls? They were just toying with her again.’

‘Although, although she had to concede, for a certain fleeting moment, her heart had indeed fluttered for the two before her. But that was only for an instant, it didn’t count!’

Feeling a prickling sensation from their gazes, Qing Zixi didn’t know how to respond. She let out a cold hmph, adopted a cool expression, then lifted her head and said.

“Tch, I don’t believe you. You’re just sister-cons, that’s all. Hmph, how shameful! Two adults actually interested in their own sister? You didn’t cherish me properly before, and now you want to pursue me?”

She curled her lips upwards, looked down at the two, then crossed her arms, casting a cold gaze, and continued arrogantly.

“Too late. Do you think I’d be moved? Absolutely not. If you have the ability, then come and move me, Loser Number One and Loser Number Two.”

Gulp!

Ugh!

The two were stunned by her words. They exchanged glances, confirmed their intent, and spoke simultaneously.

“You do have a point. If we can’t move you, what’s the use of talking about liking you?”

“Hmph, exactly, I cou— Ugh!?”

Just as Qing Zixi resolved never to be swayed by their overtures, she felt the warm hand resting on her thigh slowly moving upwards. Xia Mengying also climbed up from the bed, came from behind, and secured her hands around Qing Zixi’s waist, blocking any retreat.

“N-no, stop, wh-what are you doing? Stop it, you hateful things, I’m going to scream!”

Her stern reprimand only made the hands move faster. She heard voices from below and behind her.

“We’re using the most effective way we know to move you~”

Indeed, no matter how cold the gaze, how stubborn the words, how resistant the heart,

There would always be a warm, soft, accepting side.

As for how to bring out that side…

Lan Mengyao looked at her slender, long fingers resting on Qing Zixi’s waist. Xia Mengying gazed at her soft, nimble fingers wrapped around Qing Zixi’s side. Both found the answer in their hearts.

“No, hey, what? Shouldn’t moving someone involve giving them medicine and showing concern when they’re sick, giving them clothes when they’re cold, fanning them when they’re hot, and sending flowers on holidays? Who taught you this cheat-code speedrun method!”

“If, if you have the guts, then face me honorably, mm… Ah~!”