At Luo Qing’s House
By midday, there was still no sign of Luo Qing, nor any word of where he had gone.
Makoto couldn’t help but feel a little suspicious.
We went to bed just fine last night—so why did he suddenly vanish?
Still, Luo Qing disappearing without a word wasn’t exactly new.
Shrugging it off, Makoto began preparing lunch with Rosalyne, making sure to include Luo Qing’s portion. It wouldn’t do to have him return to find no food and start whining like a child.
On her way to the kitchen, she passed the living room and noticed Ei sitting on the sofa, looking oddly content, her face practically glowing with happiness.
“Ei, what’s with that expression?”
“Huh?”
Startled, Ei straightened up, her hands fidgeting nervously.
“N-nothing, sister! I was just thinking of something that made me happy.”
“…”
Makoto leaned in slightly, sniffing the air around Ei.
As I thought.
She could clearly smell Luo Qing’s scent on her.
A very strong scent.
“You and Luo Qing…”
Before she could finish, Ei quickly covered her mouth, her face flushed with embarrassment.
“Don’t… don’t say it out loud!” Ei whispered anxiously. “It’s enough that you know.”
“…”
Makoto sighed, a mixture of resignation and amusement.
So the day has finally come. Both my sister and I have fallen into Luo Qing’s hands…
“And where is he now?” Makoto asked, tilting her head. “It’s lunchtime. Where has he run off to this time?”
“Uh…”
Ei hesitated, unsure how to respond.
“He should be back soon. By the time you’re done cooking, he’ll probably be here.”
“Hmm…”
Makoto narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
When did my little sister learn to keep secrets from me?
“Alright then, let me know if there’s anything specific you want to eat.”
“Mm-hmm!” Ei nodded eagerly, relieved to have dodged further questioning.
Once Makoto disappeared into the kitchen, Ei finally let out a sigh of relief.
But her reprieve didn’t last long.
Theresa, who had been pretending to read a novel nearby but was clearly eavesdropping, suddenly scooted over. She leaned in close, sniffing Ei from head to toe.
Yep!
The scent of Luo Qing was unmistakable.
Especially below the waist!
“Theresa, what are you doing?!” Ei exclaimed, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red.
“Hehehe…”
Theresa’s mischievous grin spread across her face as she gave Ei a knowing look.
“So, Ei, how was it last night?”
“…”
“W-what do you mean, how was it?” Ei stammered, flustered. “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”
“Oh, come on~”
Theresa pounced, wrapping her arms around Ei and nuzzling against her chest.
“Luo Qing must’ve held you just like this last night, huh? So soft, so comfy—I can see why he’d love it~”
“Ugh…”
Ei froze, her face so red she resembled a kettle about to boil over.
“Stop talking about it!”
“Hehehe…”
Theresa didn’t let up. She suddenly pulled back and, with an exaggeratedly serious expression, declared:
“Now I am Luo Qing! Dearest Ei, let me shower you with affection~”
With that, she dove back into Ei’s arms, snuggling up like a playful kitten.
Oddly enough, her movements bore an uncanny resemblance to Luo Qing’s.
Why does this feel so familiar…? Ei thought, bewildered.
Unlike boys, who were usually more reserved, girls tended to be surprisingly open when it came to playful antics like this.
Theresa often used moments like these to bond with her sisters. She knew that keeping close with them would ensure they’d vouch for her if she ever angered Luo Qing.
By now, she’d “cuddled” with almost everyone in the family—except for Rosalyne, who was too intimidating to approach.
Makoto and Ei were the softest, Shenhe was the biggest, Bu’er was the most fragrant, and Ganyu and Ayaka (whom she cheekily called “big sisters” despite being older) had a balance that felt just right.
Each had their own charm!
“Stop it already!” Ei whispered, mortified. She glanced around nervously, noting that Bu’er and Nahida were nearby, watching curiously.
Theresa, however, was undeterred.
Like Luo Qing the night before, the more Ei resisted, the more emboldened Theresa became.
“Hehe~ I’m Luo Qing now, Ei darling! You wouldn’t dare reject your beloved Luo Qing, would you? Come here, baby, let me show you my power~”
Theresa tackled Ei onto the sofa like a tiny, mischievous devil.
Their playful scuffle brought a lively energy to the living room.
The others knew exactly what Theresa was insinuating, but for Nahida’s sake, they chose to pretend otherwise.
Amidst the laughter, a familiar symbol—a crimson Eye of Calamity—suddenly lit up in the room.
Moments later, Luo Qing materialized in front of Ei and Theresa, startling them both.
“L-Luo Qing?!”
Theresa froze mid-motion, her face turning bright red.
Though playful when it was just the girls, being caught by Luo Qing made her shy.
“N-nothing!” Theresa stammered. “I was just… um… giving Ei a massage! Yeah, that’s it!”
“…”
Luo Qing gave her an exasperated look.
As if I’d believe that.
“Fine. I’m going upstairs to rest. Call me when lunch is ready.”
With that, Luo Qing trudged off, clearly exhausted as he rubbed his back.
“Wait, Luo Qing, are you okay?” Theresa called after him, her concern genuine.
She’d known him for a while, but this was the first time she’d seen him look so… drained.
Not physically, but emotionally.
“It’s nothing,” Luo Qing replied, waving her off. “Just let me know when it’s time to eat.”
And with that, he disappeared up the stairs.
As he ascended, Luo Qing sighed inwardly.
The Shogun… She really lives up to her title.
Those two massive wardrobes in the Plane of Euthymia…
Each contained over a hundred different “speed outfits,” every single one meticulously designed based on the photo book he’d once gifted Ayaka.
Let’s break it down.
If each outfit could be “used” an average of seven times—factoring in variations in energy and mood—it would require over 700 “uses” to cycle through all the outfits.
This would amount to roughly 1,400 hours of activity.
Even with a divine constitution, two solid months of non-stop effort would take a toll.
But in the Plane of Euthymia, time flowed differently. No food or sleep was required, and stamina remained boundless.
What left Luo Qing so mentally drained was the realization:
In the span of a single morning in the real world, he had spent two months in the Plane of Euthymia.
He had completed an entire cycle of “speed outfits.”
As he closed his bedroom door behind him, Luo Qing muttered under his breath.
I need a break… just for a little while…
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T/N: 2 months…
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