“The Saintess was captured by the Demon Empress, imprisoned, and eventually became the Demon Empress’s plaything?”
“The Hero who went to slay the dragon was caught by the Dragon Queen? Not only was he gender-bent into a girl, but he was also forced to lay eggs and give birth to the Dragon Queen’s children?”
“The strongest human was given the First Embrace by the Blood Race’s Imperial Daughter and transformed into a vampire girl. Eventually, she fell from grace to become the Imperial Daughter’s little wife, subjected to day and night of intense passion?”
“Meow meow meow?”
After reading several pages of the manuscripts, Elia was completely stunned.
Were these the words written by the gentle and beautiful Sister Lu Mo, the one whose eyes were always full of light?
Did Sister Lu Mo play this hard in secret?
Elia finally understood why Lu Mo never told anyone about this hobby.
If the members of the Holy Court or the Dragon Realm ever saw this content… they would definitely come to Lu Mo’s door to settle the score.
It was too scandalous!
It was an insult to refined culture!
It was… strange. Let me look just one more time.
Although Elia’s face was flushed bright red and she would instinctively close her eyes at certain plot points, she continued to read, one page at a time.
As she read, a strange emotion began to stir in her heart.
The fact that she could write such content meant…
‘Sister Lu Mo doesn’t seem to be against girls being together?’
‘When Sister Lu Mo writes, does she project herself onto the bullied girl, or does she take the side of the aggressor?’
‘Since she can think of so many strange plots and positions, then Sister Lu Mo…’
Elia remained absent-mindedly lost in these thoughts even when Lu Mo returned home and they sat at the dinner table.
Looking at Elia, who was staring blankly at her plate, Lu Mo asked with concern, “Elia, are you feeling unwell somewhere?”
Elia answered distractedly, “No, I’m just thinking about some things…”
In a moment of carelessness, she spoke her heart’s desire aloud. “I was wondering, is Sister Lu Mo still a little virgin?”
‘Don’t make your Sister Lu Mo laugh.’
Lu Mo instinctively wanted to give a standard joke of an answer.
However, she used her brain for a second and managed to stop herself just before opening her mouth.
Well, she was.
Not only was she currently a little virgin, but she had also been a little “virgin” man before she transmigrated.
She chuckled and actually gave Elia’s question a serious answer. “I… yes, I am. Why do you ask?”
“!”
Only then did Elia realize what a terrible question she had just asked.
And Sister Lu Mo had actually answered her seriously!?
“Mhm… actually, I am too…”
As she spoke, her small face quickly turned red, and she fled the scene in a panic. “Sister Lu Mo, I just remembered I have something urgent to do. I’m going back to my room!”
Lu Mo watched Elia flee to her room like a thief, tilting her head in confusion.
***
‘That’s great.’
“Waaaaah… why did I ask that…?”
As soon as she returned to her room, Elia hid under the covers, wriggling like a maggot and letting out soft whimpers.
Eventually, after tiring herself out from squirming, she poked her head out. Her face was flushed deep red, her hair was a mess, and there were faint tears in the corners of her eyes.
‘But…’
She actually felt at ease because of this.
Sister Lu Mo wasn’t repulsed by the idea of a girl liking another girl.
And Sister Lu Mo was still a maiden.
That was great.
It really was…
That night, Elia had a dream.
In the dream, Lu Mo wore a pure white wedding dress, her beauty breathtaking enough to outshine time itself.
And she… she had simply pinned Lu Mo down, gazing at that exquisite face flushed with shyness as she slowly stripped away Lu Mo’s dress.
And then, the dream ended.
It ended because Elia didn’t know what she was supposed to do after the clothes were removed.
She woke up with a damp, sticky sensation.
She lifted the bedsheet, glanced down, and immediately pulled her nightgown down tight. Her face turned red all the way to her ears.
***
To Lu Mo, the events of that day were merely a small interlude in their long lives together.
She continued to teach Elia how to cultivate and took her on her first forays into Secret Realms.
Over the following period of time, Elia truly confirmed one thing.
‘Being together makes me wish this moment would never end. It makes me happy.’
‘Being apart makes me miss her. It makes me sad.’
‘The scent of her body makes me feel safe.’
‘When I hug her, I feel a sense of pure joy.’
It was love.
She had fallen in love with Lu Mo.
Hopelessly so.
When she saw a Hero defeat a Demon King and rescue a Princess at the academy, she would imagine herself as the saved girl. Beneath the Hero’s mask, she saw Lu Mo’s stunning face.
In her sleep, she would sometimes instinctively call out Lu Mo’s name, continuing until she suddenly startled herself awake.
While walking with Lu Mo along the paths during the evening breeze, she would wonder if one day she could hold the other’s hand, leaning against each other as they walked.
She desperately wanted to confess to Lu Mo.
But she was clumsy and couldn’t think of a romantic way to convey her feelings.
She wanted to take the initiative to hold Lu Mo’s hand.
Yet, when Lu Mo held her hand, it clearly wasn’t the way lovers did. It was just as it had always been — a girl holding a little girl’s hand.
At one point, she even thought about referencing the content in the novels Lu Mo had written.
She could put some strange medicine in the black tea and have Lu Mo drink it.
Then, when Lu Mo couldn’t bear it anymore, she would…
‘No, I can’t do that.’
That was a despicable way to act.
She was afraid that if she did that, she would hurt Lu Mo.
And she would forever look down on herself for it.
‘I can’t do something so twisted just because I love Sister Lu Mo.’
‘I can’t sit by Sister Lu Mo’s side while being so despicable.’
If she wanted Lu Mo to understand that she was no longer that little girl from before, she needed to find the best way to confess…
The best way, perhaps, was to be able to stand in the same position as her, to be able to walk side by side with her.
Only then would Sister Lu Mo understand that she had grown up.
At that time, she would be able to look Lu Mo in the eye as an equal and would have the right to express the words hidden in the depths of her heart.
‘If I can also enter the advanced class — ‘
Elia’s determination to become stronger had never been this intense.
She began to work harder than ever before.
If one cultivation session didn’t reach her goal, she would do it again.
If she couldn’t complete the outline of a secret art circuit, she wouldn’t sleep until it was finished.
Sometimes, Lu Mo worried that Elia might collapse from physical exhaustion and tried to get her to rest.
But Elia only responded with a smile, saying she was fine.
During practical combat trials and Secret Realm explorations, she displayed even greater resilience and fighting spirit.
Even when facing mid-tier monsters, she no longer shrunk back. She would fight them to the very last moment, eventually finding an opportunity to slay them.
‘The stars…’
Whenever she felt like she couldn’t hold on anymore, she would always remember the words Lu Mo had said to her while they sat on the plains, gazing at the night sky.
Hard work and sweat would not be in vain; they would eventually turn into stars in the sky, radiating light in the darkness.
Could her efforts connect together, one by one, to form a constellation?
When Sister Lu Mo looked up, would she see the faint starlight of that constellation falling upon her?
Time remained silent, flowing quietly away.
Soon, it was time for the annual class advancement exam.