Starry night fortune-telling

After setting the time with An Jiu’er, Luo You slipped on her shoes and headed to the gym.

As expected, she drew an outrageous number of stares.

“Wow, are people’s eyes really this blatant? So unapologetic! And why are *so many girls* in this crowd giving me those looks?”

Luo You had always believed society ran on normal tracks—that most people’s orientations were straight.

Yet the way these girls were looking at her now was anything but normal.

“Not jealousy. Not the look you give some rare zoo animal.

I know that look.

I’ve seen it plenty from those magical divorcées.

That’s the ‘tiny beaker from the science lab’ gaze—the raw hunger plastered right across their faces.”

“Don’t tell me a pretty elder sister is really going to jump out and drag me home to ravish me?”

This didn’t feel reliable at all.

These sheer black tights were far too lethal.

Too devastating!

At the Gym

Clocked in.

Heading upstairs—Luo You spotted a hulking muscle-head with a buzzcut sitting on a bench.

He glared with eyes like a wrathful Vajra, fuming.

So irate, he didn’t even notice her magnificent tights.

“Yo, Contra, what’s with the long face?” Luo You teased.

“Huh? Oh, Youyou. Don’t remind me.

I was late this morning—by one minute—and they docked me one-eighty!

What a bloodsucker of a company!”

“…”

Luo You caught her reflection in the nearby glass window.

A beautiful, cute smile curved knowingly across her face.

“Heh! Pretty girls always get special treatment, huh.”

****

Upstairs—An Jiu’er was already waiting at the staircase.

The instant her eyes landed on Luo You, she jerked upright from the wall like she’d been shocked, rushing over lit with excitement.

“Coach! You’re here!”

Luo You, watching closely, caught it.

Her gaze immediately dropped—

Straight to her thighs wrapped tightly in delicate silk.

“High-class goods. And the destructive power… undeniable.”

Luo You sighed.

Premium was premium.

Now she was curious—if this luxurious black silk turned battle-scarred, just how much damage would it do then?

An Jiu’er’s second sentence out of her mouth was already—

“Coach, you changed stockings today? The texture looks even higher quality than before. The weave, the sheen—so silky-smooth.”

“Oh? You could tell?” Luo You smiled faintly. “Yeah. Cost me nearly half a month’s salary.”

Expensive purchases only felt *real* when shared with someone who genuinely appreciated them.

Not just people thinking dirty thoughts.

“Which shop, Coach?”

“Two hundred meters left from here, past the gym. Lorelei.”

“Ahh, what a shame! I’m a member there. If you’d gone with me, it would’ve been cheaper.”

She sounded regretful, though Luo You suspected her regret wasn’t really about *discounts*.

Then, out of the blue—

“How about I gift you a few pairs myself next time? Don’t hold back, Coach. I’ve got money. It’s nothing.”

“Uh… isn’t that a little… inappropriate?

Of all things to gift, stockings?

That’s like your boss giving a pretty female employee lingerie, expecting her to wear it to bed with him.

Even if An Jiu’er was a girl—Luo You knew her own allure all too well.

Her charm could slay boys and girls alike.”

“No, no. I couldn’t possibly accept,” she refused politely.

“Too bad… then maybe next time you shop, bring me along? I get discounts anyway.”

“That works.”

That felt better.

Though she added, casually—

“Actually, my daughter heard how much I blew on this one pair, and now she’s demanding one too. Headache, really.”

Her duty here was seducing her aunt.

What business did her daughter, a magical girl of all things, have wearing something this tempting?

“Your… daughter,” An Jiu’er murmured.

She’d already heard rumors Herrera had a girl.

But she’d long concluded the daughter wasn’t biological.

She could tell from Herrera’s movements in the recent Royal Duel 2.0.

That tight waist—those wild spins—even crazier than seven years ago.

No sign of motherly restraint.

A woman who had given birth?

Normally, she wouldn’t move like that anymore.

Wouldn’t spend nights in clubs after.

Instincts reined in by nature.

But Herrera?

No way.

If she didn’t have a daughter by choice… then it was forced.

“Will you bring her here next time?” An Jiu’er asked.

“Sure. She should try them on before I buy. Though… inconvenient?”

“Not at all. I’d love to see what your daughter’s like,” said An Jiu’er, earnest.

****

“Alright, enough stockings talk. What’re we practicing today?” Luo You asked.

“More bedroom techniques!” An Jiu’er answered instantly.

“Unnecessary.

Too much in one sitting, you learn nothing well.

Go back, review what I taught yesterday first.”

“Then… please guide me closely today, Coach!”

“Fine. Let’s see what progress you made overnight.”

“I’m coming!”

****

Two hours later.

“Coach, I’ve got business. Heading off.”

“Mm. Take care.”

An Jiu’er left reluctantly, hungry for more.

As she blended into the flow of pedestrians, her features shifted and her aura transformed.

When she reappeared in the open, she was once more the sole sovereign of magical girls—Star Moon.

Magical Alliance – Huanhai Branch

Feiyu was in an empty training ground, studying **First Tier Magic**.

First Tier was the pinnacle a magical girl could attempt.

Its construction mystical, intricacy terrifying.

Only Ten Seat magical girls could command it.

The very criterion of becoming a Ten Seat: mastery of First Tier Magic.

Feiyu had already been working at it for years.

She commanded nearly ten Second Tier magics—far above the average elite magical girl.

As long as she grasped one First Tier spell, she’d step into the Ten without hindrance.

And rumor said—the Ten underwent a unique metamorphosis.

That was why they truly reigned above all.

Feiyu had been burning with curiosity for years.

“Argh—failed again.”

No matter how close she neared, the construct collapsed at the key moment.

Her hands weren’t at fault… but it’d slip away.

The mechanical door opened.

Star Moon strode in.

“Star Moon!” Feiyu stood immediately.

“You’re back already?”

Barely two hours ago, Star Moon had abruptly left after glancing at her phone.

Feiyu hadn’t minded.

As the First Seat, her every small errand could be a world-altering pivot.

What was compared to guiding *her*?

‘Someday, I want responsibility like that too… to shoulder the fate of the world at every moment…’

Aloud, she asked no more.

“Something troubling you? Maybe I can advise.”

“Here.” Feiyu pointed to a node.

“While constructing, it needs a β-type mana shift into α-type.

And then the form needs cycling between states seven, nine, and twelve.

That’s where I stumble.”

“I see. Watch.”

A flick of the wrist.

In Star Moon’s hands—the notoriously impossible First Tier magic flowed as naturally as breathing.

Mana stable, not a leak.

The presence of the First Seat radiated like an aura.

“So that’s how you resolve it…” Feiyu gasped.
“Amazing!”

“Not really.

Once proficient, it’s nothing but practice.

I took two weeks just to tap the threshold.”

Ding-dong—

Her phone vibrated.

She glanced—and froze.

Onscreen: a post from *that* famous fitness blogger.

The attached photo: silky, chocolate-smooth black stocking feet.

Caption:
“Spilled ice cream on myself while eating, what do~? Still gotta head to work later~”

“…”

Star Moon’s immaculate expression cracked.

“Star Moon? If you’ve urgent matters, don’t mind me,” Feiyu said carefully.

‘So busy… one thing after another. What sort of crisis calls her twice in a single day?’

Star Moon slid her phone silent and back in her pocket.

“No need. Small thing.”

But just then—her phone buzzed again.

This time, a call.

Her brow arched slowly.

This one… was serious.