Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Azar suddenly launched into a bizarre and highly exaggerated dance.
Not only did he dance, but he also added his own vocal accompaniment, much to the bewilderment of Nilou, who stood frozen onstage.
Last time the Akademiya interrupted her performance, they had been rude enough to relieve themselves on the stage. She had to scrub it repeatedly to get rid of the stench.
And now? This time, they’d come to steal her spotlight!
If you wanted center stage so badly, you could’ve just asked! Why resort to this?
As Azar finished his inexplicable routine, the audience sat in stunned silence, their minds reeling from what they’d just witnessed.
The performance had seared itself into their memories.
This… this will never be forgotten…
“Phew…”
Azar stood motionless, his eyes staring blankly at the floor. He couldn’t believe what he had just done.
“Grand… Grand Sage, sir, you…”
Setaria’s voice was hesitant, filled with equal parts confusion and concern. What on Teyvat had come over Azar? Wasn’t their mission tonight to locate a Dream Core?
Why, then, had he decided to perform such an awkward dance?
“Leave!”
Azar barked through gritted teeth, his face ashen. Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and stormed offstage.
Whoever had invaded his mind, he would uncover their identity. If necessary, once the god-creation project was complete, he’d ensure that they paid dearly for this humiliation.
After Azar’s abrupt departure, Makoto turned to Luo Qing with wide, disbelieving eyes.
“Did you do that?”
“Yeah. What’s up?” Luo Qing replied nonchalantly.
“I asked you to get rid of him, not make him perform… that onstage!”
“Well, is he gone or not?”
“…”
[Frustration Points from Makoto: +1]
“You owe me compensation for my eyes!” Makoto pouted, clenching her fists and playfully hitting Luo Qing’s arm.
She had wanted Azar dealt with, not for her retinas to be scarred by his unsightly moves. That minute-long display would take weeks to recover from!
Meanwhile, Ganyu and the others watched Makoto and Luo Qing’s playful interaction with a hint of envy.
They wanted to join in too—perhaps playfully hit him, then throw themselves into his arms, snuggling against his chest.
Though Azar had left, Setaria’s declaration that the performance was unauthorized remained in effect. Unlike Luo Qing, Zubair Theater couldn’t afford to offend the Akademiya. They reluctantly apologized to the audience and ended the performance prematurely.
Disappointed, Makoto suggested heading back home to play some games to improve their bond.
As the group prepared to leave, Kamisato Ayaka raised her hand, announcing she had something to take care of and would return later.
Makoto gave her a knowing look but said nothing, simply reminding her not to stay out too late before leading the others home.
Once Luo Qing and the others had left the bazaar, Ayaka turned back toward Zubair Theater. With a determined look, she stepped inside.
—
Backstage
Nilou sat alone, her elbows resting on the table, her chin propped in her hands as she stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror.
Everyone called her the most popular girl in the Grand Bazaar, but what was the point? She couldn’t even finish the performance she had prepared so carefully.
As she brooded, a knock at the door startled her.
She turned to see a girl with sky-blue hair tied in a high ponytail standing shyly at the door.
“Miss Nilou, I’m sorry to disturb you,” the girl said politely, bowing slightly. “My name is Kamisato Ayaka.”
“Kamisato… Ayaka?” Nilou repeated the name softly, recognizing it as Inazuman. Why was someone from Inazuma looking for her?
“Hello, Miss Kamisato. Is there something I can help you with?” Nilou asked.
“Well…”
Ayaka blushed slightly, her voice dropping as she hesitated.
“I really admired your dance earlier. I… I also love dancing, but… I’m not very good at it. Could you teach me?”
“Huh?”
Nilou blinked in surprise. She vaguely remembered seeing Ayaka in the front row earlier, sitting in a striking group of stunning women gathered around a single man.
“I-I can compensate you properly! I wouldn’t dream of asking you to teach me for free,” Ayaka said quickly, lowering her head respectfully.
If Nilou agreed to teach her, that would make Nilou her mentor. As a member of the Kamisato family, Ayaka wouldn’t neglect proper etiquette.
“It’s not about compensation,” Nilou said with a soft laugh. “I’d be happy to teach you. It’s always wonderful to meet someone else who loves dance. But…”
Nilou hesitated, her expression growing curious.
“Could I ask why you want to learn?”
“Um…”
Ayaka’s mind suddenly conjured an image: her performing an elegant dance for Luo Qing, only for him to pull her into his arms, overcome with emotion.
And then…
Her thoughts veered into dangerous territory.
“T-that’s…”
—
Later That Night – Luo Qing’s House
At Makoto’s suggestion, everyone gathered in the living room to play a two-on-one card game with Luo Qing.
Of course, no ordinary game would do.
To make it interesting, they added stakes: whoever lost had to remove an article of clothing.
Makoto and Ei teamed up first, facing off against Luo Qing in a heated battle.
But luck wasn’t on their side—Luo Qing crushed them in the first round with an instant win.
The sisters begrudgingly removed their robes, left in only their undergarments, before preparing for round two.
This time, the sisters triumphed, and Luo Qing had to take off his pants.
Ganyu and Shenhe watched in stunned silence as the stakes escalated.
They’re going this far?!
Hours passed. The women took turns challenging Luo Qing, but no one could escape his expert play. By the end, every participant was left in nothing but their underclothes. Even their jewelry had been staked and lost.
Shenhe, at least, still had her signature red rope tied around her body.
In fact, wearing only underwear with the red rope… somehow made her look even more alluring.
Realizing things were spiraling out of control, Makoto called a halt to the game before it escalated further. She ushered everyone upstairs to bed, leaving Luo Qing alone in the living room.
Unbothered, Luo Qing cleaned up, turned off the lights, and lay down on the sofa, pulling a blanket over himself.
As he was about to drift off, faint footsteps came from the stairs.
He thought little of it, assuming one of the women was heading to the bathroom.
But the steps grew closer.
Suddenly, someone lifted his blanket and slipped under it.
“Huh?!”
Luo Qing opened the blanket slightly to find Theresa curled up on his chest, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
“Theresa, what are you doing?”
“Master…”
Theresa’s flushed face and love-struck eyes gazed up at him pleadingly. Her voice trembled with barely restrained longing.
“I need you… I promise I’ll keep quiet so they won’t find out…”
“Is that okay?”
“…”
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