Conquer the other worlds with abandon, they've fallen in love with me!

The morning light in Lanchi Village is gentler than in the manor; sunlight filters through the treetops, spreading a pale golden veil across the courtyard.

Thin wisps of smoke rose from Cecilia's chimney, and the sound of spatulas hitting iron pots came from the stove.

When Lin Yu pushed open the courtyard gate, Cecilia was standing in front of the stove, with her back to the door.

She wore a light gray long dress with a faded apron tied around her waist, and her hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands hanging down beside her ears.

She tiptoed to reach the spice jars on the top shelf of the stove, her skirt taut from the movement, the fabric billowing out in a full curve beneath.

Lin Yu remained silent.

He walked over, pressed himself against her from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and placed his palm on her lower abdomen.

Cecilia's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly softened.

She didn't turn around, but she could tell Lin Yu was coming just by listening to his footsteps.

Moreover, she wouldn't be wrong about the feeling of Lin Yu holding her hand tightly against her back.

Cecilia smiled gently and said, "...I guessed it was you."

"Is the handover of village chiefship all done?" Lin Yu rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice close to her ear.

Cecilia put down the spice jar she was holding, her fingers resting on the back of his hand that was wrapped around her waist:

"Well...it's all done. We had a meeting yesterday, and everyone agreed. We're all very reassured about the new village chief."

"Let's go then."

Cecilia remained silent for a few seconds.

She gently brushed her fingers against the back of Lin Yu's hand: "...Leaving like this is really a little hard to bear."

Lin Yu gently pressed his hand on her lower abdomen:

"Silly girl, it's not like you'll never come back. You can come back and visit occasionally if you want."

Cecilia's lips curved slightly, but she didn't move.

Her breathing became heavier, she turned her head to face Lin Yu, and her voice was muffled in her throat: "...Mmm~"

Lin Yu didn't answer. Come to think of it, it had been a few days since he had controlled Cecilia, and now he wanted to.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yu's palm slid down Cecilia's lower abdomen, hooked the edge of her skirt and lifted it up, the fabric bunching up at her waist.

Cecilia braced herself against the edge of the stove, her voice muffled: "...Lin Yu, you haven't had breakfast yet~"

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Yu had already pressed himself against her back.

Cecilia's body tensed abruptly, her fingers gripping the edge of the stove, her head tilting back, her neck forming an arc.

Her voice stopped at the tip of her tongue, turning into a series of indistinct syllables, crushed in her throat.

The iron wok on the stove was still steaming, oil sizzling gently inside. She turned her head away, burying her face in her arms, her voice muffled by the fabric:

"You...you be gentle..."

Lin Yu's lips pressed against the back of her neck: "Okay."

He supported her waist and lifted her up slightly.

Cecilia's legs were taut, her toes curled inside her shoes, her breathing went from rapid to broken, and then from broken to long and even.

Her voice leaked from behind her arm, intermittent, with a flattened softness, mixed with the bubbling sound of the pot.

After a while, Cecilia's legs went limp, and Lin Yu turned her around so that she was facing him.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were glistening with tears, there was a faint tooth mark on her lips, but the corners of her mouth were curved.

Lin Yu lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Cecilia straightened her skirt and walked into the yard.

Jasmine was grazing with her head down when she heard footsteps and looked up.

Lin Yu walked over and patted its neck: "Long time no see, Jasmine. Your master is taking you home now."

Jasmine snorted and nuzzled his shoulder with her head.

Lin Yu reached out and put his arm around Cecilia's waist, and the light of the teleportation magic lit up beneath their feet.

Jasmine stood at the edge of the halo, gently pawing the ground before merging into the light.

The view shifted, and the manor's stables came into view.

Lin Yu led Jasmine into the stable, added a handful of hay to the trough, and patted her neck.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yu led Cecilia into the main building of the manor, through the corridor, and pushed open a door.

The room is on the south side of the second floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing south, allowing sunlight to flood in and fill the entire room.

The light-colored curtains fluttered gently in the breeze, the bed sheets were pale blue and neatly folded, and a bunch of dried flowers sat on the windowsill.

Cecilia walked in, stood in the center of the room, and moved her gaze from the window to the bed, then to the painting on the wall.

Lin Yu pressed himself against her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist: "Do you like the room I prepared for you?"

Cecilia did not answer.

She turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his.

Her movements were more proactive than they had been in the kitchen, and her tongue trembled slightly as it probed inside.

Lin Yu's hand slid down from her waist, supporting her buttocks and lifting her up.

Her back pressed against the soft bed surface, her skirt bunched up around her waist, wrapping around his waist.

Cecilia turned her head away, burying her face in the pillow, her voice muffled by the fabric: "...You really are..."

But instead of pushing him away, she tightened her grip even more.

After a long time, Cecilia nestled in Lin Yu's arms, her breathing gradually calming down.

Her fingers drew circles on his chest, then softened, and her fingertips stopped at his collarbone.

Lin Yu lowered his head and tapped the top of her head:

"You take a rest first. There's a performance tonight, and everyone will be there. I'll go check on how their rehearsals are going."

Cecilia gave a muffled "hmm," turned over, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and closed her eyes.

Lin Yu came out of the room and walked along the corridor towards the backyard of the manor.

A wooden platform was erected on the lawn; the surface was newly nailed, and the edges were polished smooth.

Papi stood on the stage playing the flute, while Teresa practiced swordsmanship on the grass below.

Their coordination was even better than in the morning; the pauses in the flute music were perfectly timed to coincide with the rhythm of the sword retracting.

But Lin Yu noticed a shadow moving inside the tent.

The tent was set up not far from the side of the wooden platform; it was a temporary place for them to change clothes and store their belongings.

The shadows moved across the tent fabric, sometimes long, sometimes short, as if someone were rummaging through it.

Lin Yu's gaze lingered on the swaying shadow for two seconds, and he already guessed what Mia was doing inside.

In the game, Mia is indeed going through a transitional period of molting.

Snake-people shed their old skin and grow new scales every so often.

This process usually lasts for several days, during which they become more sensitive and physically more vulnerable than usual.

Mia's impulsive nature prevented her from preparing in advance, and she also ignored her body's signals because of the program preparations.

When Mia is shedding her skin, she is at her most vulnerable and vulnerable, and also the easiest time to win her over.

There's a cutscene in the game where you help Mia shed her skin; if you guide her well, you can get to base right away.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu withdrew his gaze and walked towards the tent.

Prepare to guide Mia in her pursuit.