The Best Time for a Fallen Maiden

"It's been over a week since summer break started, hasn't it? And you still haven’t come to pay your respects to your big sister?"

"Hmph, hmph hmph..."

"Did you hook up with some little flirt and try to run away from me?"

"Not a chance!"

"Let me see... if you’ve grown at all!"

No sooner had she spoken than Mo Shangying lunged at Lin Yu like some bizarre creature.

Even a freshly neutered Ragdoll cat wouldn’t be this wild!

Mo Shangying was about the same height as the Chi sisters—petite and compact.

If Chi Qingchi was the sweet, pure "2D otaku girl,"

then Mo Shangying was the absolute embodiment of a "corrupted maiden."

Her eyes brimmed with genuine mischief, radiating an energy that screamed she was ready to pounce on Lin Yu at any moment.

Weirdo. Freaking weirdo!

In his past life, the naive Lin Yu had never encountered a girl like this.

Every time Mo Shangying caught and "adjusted" him, he’d be terrified out of his wits.

She chased, he ran.

She blocked, he fled.

She went for the kill, he howled in despair!

Over time, Lin Yu developed a near-conditioned reflex of sheer terror at the sight of Mo Shangying.

But the Lin Yu of now?

This was pure benefits.

Why the hell should he be scared?

Watching Mo Shangying leap at him, Lin Yu didn’t dodge or flinch.

Instead, he spread his arms wide, caught her effortlessly, and even pretended to be knocked over, tumbling backward onto the plush bed behind him.

The two of them bounced slightly on the mattress, its luxurious softness making Lin Yu sigh inwardly—Damn, being rich really is nice. Even the bed feels this amazing?

Once lying down,

Lin Yu quickly transitioned from a "1" position to a full-blown "da" sprawl.

Mo Shangying peered through her disheveled hair, her eyes filled with confusion: "???"

Now it was her turn to be bewildered.

At this stage, shouldn’t Little Yu be scrambling to escape and beg for mercy like usual?

What was going on today?

This damn brat was being suspiciously compliant!

Lin Yu smirked inwardly.

Just as I thought.

Past me was an idiot.

So timid, so scared—even developed a muscle memory of fear.

Couldn’t even see that Mo Shangying was all talk.

The moment I actually played along, she froze up.

Come on then?

Weren’t you all high and mighty?

Always yapping about, "Little Yu, you fake eunuch, this Empress is gonna make sure you’re thoroughly dealt with!"

But when it’s time to act, you chicken out.

"Hmm? Little Yu, are you mad? Why aren’t moving?" Mo Shangying tilted her head, suspicion lacing her voice.

To her, Lin Yu was still the same boy she’d always known.

His sudden lack of resistance could only mean she’d pushed too far and upset him.

But their little games had never pissed him off before.

What was different today?

"Not mad at all. Why would I be?"

"It’s not like I can fight back against you anyway."

"Better to surrender than struggle pointlessly."

"Not anger—just... enlightenment!"

Mo Shangying: "???"

Enlightenment?

Had he actually matured overnight?

The boy who used to whimper and flee was now acting like a battle-hardened veteran, leaving Mo Shangying utterly lost.

After a few seconds of thought, a fang peeked from her lips as she grinned deviously:

"Hehehe..."

"Little Yu, trying to bluff me, are you?"

"Pretending you’re not nervous when you’re shaking inside."

"You think I won’t do it? I’m an eagle hunting sparrows!"

Lin Yu grabbed Mo Shangying’s smooth arm, laughing:

"Hahaha, Ying’er, I told you to study more. Your biology’s weak."

"At best, you’re a female eagle. A male eagle? You don’t even have the equipment."

"Don’t hold back—come on, show me what a real eagle can do..."

The next moment,

both of them widened their eyes in shock.

Lin Yu: She’s not backing down?!

Mo Shangying: He’s serious?!

Lin Yu: "..."

Mo Shangying: "..."

[Ding!]

[Masterful move! Your bold, proactive intimacy leaves the unorthodox Array Formation Hall Elder stunned—affection level skyrockets!]

[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]

Simultaneously,

a translucent status panel flickered to life beside Mo Shangying.

The [Host Affinity Level] stat began climbing rapidly, updating every second.

[42%]

[43%]

[45%]

[...]

[50%]

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, Host! Your bond with the Array Formation Hall Elder has deepened!]

[Reward: 50 Sect Contribution Points, 50 Spirit Stones.]

[...]

Finally, the [Host Affinity Level] settled at [56%]—

even higher than Aunt Qimeng’s current rating!

The [Dao Companions (Soul/Body Cultivation)] stat unlocked:

[Dao Companions Count: 0/0]

Their eyes locked, bodies frozen in place.

One unspoken truth passed between them:

She (he) isn’t joking!

A full half-minute of silence.

The room was so quiet, only their gradually quickening breaths could be heard.

The heat coiling in Lin Yu’s chest intensified.

My first time after rebirth—coming this fast?

Without any preparation?!

Out of nowhere, Lin Yu blurted: "Your hands are so cold—you might have poor circulation."

Mo Shangying’s grin widened. "Heheh, and you’re burning up, aren’t you?"

Still playing with fire!

If not now, when?

Using his formidable core strength, Lin Yu sat up abruptly, ready to launch an all-out offensive.

But then—

"Wait!"

Mo Shangying suddenly pulled back, yanking her hand free and hopping off the bed.

She scurried to her quad-monitor PC setup and plopped onto the chair in a weird crouch.

Tap tap tap tap...

The rapid clatter of keyboard keys followed.

Lin Yu: "???"

Just like that?

Start and stop on a whim?

Did I misread the mood?

Was Mo Shangying just bluffing after all?

This was bullshit.

Teasing him into arousal, then ditching?

But if it was just talk... that didn’t add up either.

The soaring affinity stats and the look in Mo Shangying’s eyes—seasoned veteran Lin Yu couldn’t have misjudged that.

Grumbling, Lin Yu adjusted himself and stomped over to Mo Shangying’s workstation.

Abruptly, she stopped typing and held up four fingers.

"Next Thursday! The optimal timing is next Thursday!"

Lin Yu: "???"

The random declaration left him baffled.

"What about next Thursday?"

Still crouched on her chair, Mo Shangying pointed directly at Lin Yu’s predicament.

"Based on my cycle calculations... next Thursday is the least likely day for pregnancy!"

Lin Yu: "!!!"